<?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-319250255852562688</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:48:55.302+08:00</updated><category term='future'/><category term='involvement'/><category term='travel'/><category term='for laughs'/><category term='personal'/><category term='church'/><category term='food'/><category term='society'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='family'/><category term='college'/><category term='dream'/><category term='nature'/><category term='self'/><category term='health'/><category term='unknown'/><category term='life'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>A Cup Half Full</title><subtitle type='html'>Life experience is your delight</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>218</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-8691379806988286260</id><published>2010-10-03T16:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T16:29:43.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Concern indeed..</title><content type='html'>I came across this incident where a friend of mine asked "What's going on?" since I was sharing about something with another friend. So out of respect and trust that this other friend was kind enough to listen to my sharing, I shared. Before long this friend started giving remarks of own experiences too.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I was sharing about life and how it has been.. surely there are ups and downs and apparently lately with more downs..so this friend too commented of own downs and how this friend still survives.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I asked was just a listening ear and an open heart, I need no comments as yet. I had not even finished my words. Oh well, I let that friend talked and in the end I became the ear. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny friends I meet lately. So being concern does not necessarily mean you need to comfort the person.. silence might just do the work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-8691379806988286260?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/8691379806988286260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=8691379806988286260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/8691379806988286260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/8691379806988286260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2010/10/concern-indeed.html' title='Concern indeed..'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-6241106470305147561</id><published>2010-07-22T08:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T08:45:48.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Which is Important?</title><content type='html'>I recently came across this friend of mine who can't seem to judge the importance of life and the things that come with it. As a result, everything seems to go wrong ALL the time and this friend ends up very disheartened and upset..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what IS important? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1, A final farewell party for a close friend or to stay at home and accompany old parents?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2, To celebrate a very close friend's birthday or to rush to the hospital for another friend's sudden labor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we tend to get our priorities mixed up. We feel as if we know what to do yet we did the wrong thing. And people end up being so mad and we end up "Why?! What did I do wrong...?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone has their own outlook of life. Everyone sees things differently, of different importance. But if everyone sees Example 1 that it is more important to stay home than attend the farewell party, yet we feel otherwise, there might just be a tiny confusion of importance in our judgment. Similarly with Example 2, it is more important to be at the hospital with the friend in need of support rather than cooking dinner for a close friend's birthday..though we may again, think otherwise. And that's where we look at all the other factors that come with it - who needs me more, how will I function at the scene, what is my role etc..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's where moral comes in, and the fight of the "good" and "bad" in ourselves. To enjoy with our friend who is leaving for the last time or to stay home and listen to old parents ramble. To celebrate a birthday with joy and happiness or to be at the hospital and watch a friend in pain. Then again, it depends how much we are needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all the same, we can't benefit everyone with whichever decision we are going to make. Someone will get hurt, and it comes down to how much hurt they get and if those hurts can be made up with future accompaniment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Example 1 - We WILL meet our friends again in near future when they come back to their hometown, but we might not see our parents so often as they are old and weak..and they were the ones who took care of us since young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Example 2 - There WILL be more birthdays to celebrate in future, or we can throw a surprise belated gathering.. but we might risk not being there at the hospital where life and death in concerned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, weigh it. If it was YOU in those scenarios, won't you like to have someone to accompany you in your difficult times?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-6241106470305147561?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/6241106470305147561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=6241106470305147561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/6241106470305147561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/6241106470305147561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2010/07/which-is-important.html' title='Which is Important?'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-8460584225988214847</id><published>2010-07-01T09:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T09:18:38.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for laughs'/><title type='text'>Need a Laugh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO YOU GO TO CHURCH?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend was in front of me coming out of church one day, and the preacher was standing at the door as he always is to shake hands. He grabbed my friend by the hand and pulled him aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pastor said to him, "You need to join the Army of the Lord!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend replied, "I'm already in the Army of the Lord, Pastor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor questioned, "How come I don't see you except at Christmas and Easter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He whispered back, "I'm in the secret service."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHURCH FOR THIS DRUNK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man sobering up from the night before is sitting through the Sunday sermon, finding it long and boring. Still feeling hung over and tired, he finally nods off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest has been watching him all a long, noticing his apparent hangover and is disgusted. At the end of the sermon, the preacher decides to make an example of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says to his congregation, "All those wishing to have a place in heaven, please stand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole room stands up except, of course, the sleeping man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the preacher says even more loudly, "And he who would like to find a place in hell please STAND UP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weary man catching only the last part groggily stands up, only to find that he's the only one standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused and embarrassed he says, "I don't know what we're voting on here, Father, but it sure seems like you and me are the only ones standing for it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes women are overly suspicious of their husbands. When Adam stayed out very late for a few nights, Eve became upset. "You're running around with other women," she charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're being unreasonable," Adam responded. "You're the only woman on earth." The quarrel continued until Adam fell asleep, only to be awakened by someone poking him in the chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Eve. "What do you think you're doing?" Adam demanded.&lt;br /&gt;"Counting your ribs," said Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A VERY FAITHFUL WOMAN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elderly lady was well-known for her faith and for her boldness in talking about it. She would stand on her front porch and shout "PRAISE THE LORD!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next door to her lived an atheist who would get so angry at her proclamations he would shout, "There ain't no Lord!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard times set in on the elderly lady, and she prayed for GOD to send her some assistance. She stood on her porch and shouted "PRAISE THE LORD. GOD I NEED FOOD!! I AM HAVING A HARD TIME. PLEASE LORD, SEND ME SOME GROCERIES!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning the lady went out on her porch and noted a large bag of groceries and shouted, "PRAISE THE LORD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbour jumped from behind a bush and said, "Aha! I told you there was no Lord. I bought those groceries, God didn't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady started jumping up and down and clapping her hands and said, "PRAISE THE LORD. He not only sent me groceries, but He made the devil pay for them. Praise the Lord!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;-Credits to those who created these humour. :)&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/319250255852562688-8460584225988214847?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/8460584225988214847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=8460584225988214847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/8460584225988214847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/8460584225988214847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2010/07/need-laugh.html' title='Need a Laugh?'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-5092006679800318031</id><published>2010-05-31T08:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T08:47:52.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Silent Reflection</title><content type='html'>I did not abandon my blog, haha, just that I felt it should go on 'Silent Reflection' for a while.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazingly, keeping quiet is one of the toughest things to do. Can we as humans, stay silent (not talking, texting, calling, passing messages, or simply no communication with another human) for 2 days? It's tough. I mean, what to do while keeping silent, besides keeping silent??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boring....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, try it. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried it, it was rather nice, I would say, to be at peace with yourself after so many 'happenings'. To be able to just sit and think about yourself, about how things around you come about, and about how you relate with those things. Though at first try, you will feel great discomfort as the very next moment you want to say something or you want to communicate with another person. But once the world goes silent, you feel yourself in your own world of which no one else can disturb, where you get to set the rules, where that world alone belongs to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much uncertainty if you understand that kind of experience, but if you succeed 2 days without communication, share with me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-5092006679800318031?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/5092006679800318031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=5092006679800318031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5092006679800318031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5092006679800318031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2010/05/silent-reflection.html' title='Silent Reflection'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-3994118144076442073</id><published>2010-04-08T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T16:30:18.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Saying No</title><content type='html'>One of the most difficult words as a friend, to say No to another friend. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a Yes person burdens one down if time is not managed properly. As in the Communication's Drama Triangle; being the rescuer but end up as the victim. Victim of unable to complete own responsibilities and taking unto one's shoulders the problems and responsibilities of another. Not only do you not get enough rest, there is no time for yourself, your family, your other friends, free time even; to victims, true enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad as it is, it's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, how to say No?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prioritise. Know what is more important: the friendship or the "taking of advantage" by the friend? I've learnt my lesson and it takes time to say No, since the great empathy is there to keep the Yes going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try it once, and you'll enjoy saying No at your busiest times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mental not: To be logical and practise wisdom at all times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-3994118144076442073?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/3994118144076442073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=3994118144076442073' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/3994118144076442073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/3994118144076442073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2010/04/saying-no.html' title='Saying No'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-6603282250888850741</id><published>2010-04-05T10:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T11:02:38.367+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Rebirth</title><content type='html'>The Holy Week entering Easter - a renewal of faith and commitment. I felt different this year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday - Wednesday: Life was ...down the hill. It felt as if I was walking towards the place of crucifixion, being spat on, jeered, mocked.. I wondered if that was how Jesus felt. I felt the burden of the cross he carried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday: The evening of prayer and waiting.. I have never knelt so long before the Lord, yearning for his presence, for his grace and mercy. I have never felt so sorry before him.. putting myself in Judas' shoes. I was sinful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday: What greater love than a man to lay down his life for another. It was a day of solemness, a day to reflect the perfect love portrayed.. and a day of which my dear puppy died being knocked down by a car.. Much despair and hopelessness.. silence engulfed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday: Day of breaking free from all the lowliness, all the hopelessness. For Easter - the resurrection, a new life will begin. Easter Vigil that night was wonderful, a time spent with family celebrating the new light of Christ. What greater JOY to hope for than the one from God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday: The Coffee Morning sale, a big hit despite everyone lacking rest due to last minute errands and preparations. Learnt more about making things happen than saying things happen. Being childlike was the Lord's calling. The Lord indeed rose from the dead, that even death could never do him apart .. a miracle of rebirth, in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I died with Christ on Good Friday, and he lifted me up on his Resurrection Day - for I am his beloved, nothing can take that fact away. (Lev 12:26)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray for a new life in you too this Easter! He is RISEN! Alleluia! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-6603282250888850741?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/6603282250888850741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=6603282250888850741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/6603282250888850741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/6603282250888850741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2010/04/rebirth.html' title='Rebirth'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-6048518044682666499</id><published>2010-03-25T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:07:11.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>When sun rises and stars blink</title><content type='html'>Looking out the window each morning and night, I see the same images - all except the colour; it's bright yellow during the day and dark black during the night. As each day passes by, the time left for each other also shortens.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend once shared with me, one should find time to spend with close friends now that they are still here with us, rather than wait till they have left (for all reasons) then think about going out with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is selfish just to spend time developing a friendship just for the sake of boosting the friend's self-esteem, or building the foundation of faith, so a friend said. As a result, when the friend can stand on one's own, the initial friend lets go so the friend can move on. There silence filled the communication atmosphere, though little thoughts of kindness do travel through the air now and then to keep the string attached.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thought of wanting the best for the friend has been reflected back: that just making friends for that reason and letting the friend go after the 'mission' has been accomplished are one-way acts, for one's own personal benefits not wanting to have further relation with the friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But whatever happened to mutual understanding and lasting friendship? &lt;i&gt;Two friends are true friends if both can still maintain good relationship despite the many silent moments spent together&lt;/i&gt;. Is that even true?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm confused at how perception changes the whole human mind. I have yet to find out how to channel my sight to see the unique perception of others. Until then, I shall see the sun rise and stars blink each day and night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-6048518044682666499?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/6048518044682666499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=6048518044682666499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/6048518044682666499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/6048518044682666499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-sun-rises-and-stars-blink.html' title='When sun rises and stars blink'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-8915827627282164251</id><published>2010-03-24T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:38:04.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The Pinch of Salt</title><content type='html'>As I prepared meals this week, I always hesitated when it comes to putting in that pinch of salt. Should it be one pinch? Or a little bit more than that pinch?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised life sometimes has that moment requiring us to put in an extra pinch of salt. It differs for each individual since we all eat different amount of salt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Putting in that extra pinch at times require a lot of effort, till we end up questioning ourselves if it was worth all the hard work. The outcome might not appear immediately, but in the long term, it will. As long as you keep adding the extra pinch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was adding my pinch of salt to the dish I was preparing, and I doubted when putting it into the wok. I felt my heart nudging me to just put &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; much, and that was how much I put in. Sometimes we feel the nudge in ourselves to put more salt, or to cut down the salt input. Self intuition has always worked for me, so I listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea what I'm writing, but I know it takes a pinch of salt to make the dish taste nice. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-8915827627282164251?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/8915827627282164251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=8915827627282164251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/8915827627282164251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/8915827627282164251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2010/03/pinch-of-salt.html' title='The Pinch of Salt'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-478983853113585426</id><published>2010-03-22T10:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T11:47:00.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='involvement'/><title type='text'>Surrender</title><content type='html'>The 3rd YCS East Malaysia Encounter (EME) 2010 was successfully held in Sibu. This was one camp that called me to trust in the Lord, knowing how different the team worked this time round. Despite many head-cracking events and all the squeeze before the EME, all things went well, thanks to the big one up there! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The call to surrender is easy, but the act to surrender is difficult. Who would have known things would turn out well when every hope and trust is put on God? That is faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May the Spirit continue to work wonders in the lives of all those involved with the camp. May they be instruments to bring more glory and praise to the one who brought them out of the deepest pit from the camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All glory and honour and praise to the Almighty God~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-478983853113585426?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/478983853113585426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=478983853113585426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/478983853113585426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/478983853113585426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2010/03/surrender.html' title='Surrender'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-3923108146654381977</id><published>2010-03-12T10:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T10:34:25.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'>In the Calm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the calm.. of Your presence, I am listening Lord....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This song struck me today as I read a friend's blog. I have been having a very crazy 2 weeks, rushing over 2 assignment reports, 2 presentations, 2 friends in my group. I think I even rushed God to "do good" to me. =.= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the upcoming trip, life was even more not pleasant. So much to finalise and everything had to be done there and then. So much for seeing light amidst darkness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was the presentation, 2-4.30pm, 5.15-7.20pm. A whole long day indeed. My group was the first, and being typical me- always getting the "First" lot. So we kicked off everything. I would say, I am very proud of my teammates, for they gave their all despite the language barrier, despite the many glitches - they were serious about being in a team, and doing their best for the team. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rushing for RCIA Mass - Presentation of the Creed, I arrived 2 minutes before it started, much to Fr Albert's astonishment that I was almost late. I was grateful I did not crash anyone during my drive from college to Church. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rushed for EMMM meeting after that, to know that meeting was ending. -.- My college mate resisted attending meeting after nights of endless assignment rushing. It was a day of fast. Lol. Adrenaline rush, he said. Haha. 'Cause immediately after we're done with our presentations, we felt hungry and tired. Hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amidst all the happenings, be it of my will or not, I felt God's presence in the people around me. I actually trusted my whole presentation day to him, knowing he would put words into my mouth when I forget what to speak about. It was difficult to trust the whole morning, because I was so tired from the previous night and weak as I was, my human side told me to strive harder and work from my self limits. But God was all so amazing, to grant me a  Spirit-filled stomach, mind and soul. He was amazing, to the extend that I said "I am presenting for the Lord, and I will present my best for the Lord." Knowing he is standing beside me always, I trusted. And HE never failed my trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All glory to the Almighty KING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the week died down a little, the trip will continue to boost up the confidence that God does not stop working just in my study life. He will journey with us and I pray and trust, that he will use us, his unworthy instruments for the salvation of all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to sit still. Care to join me? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-3923108146654381977?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/3923108146654381977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=3923108146654381977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/3923108146654381977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/3923108146654381977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-calm.html' title='In the Calm..'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-2068684076839711420</id><published>2010-03-07T16:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T17:26:57.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='involvement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Over Pastry and Chinese Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/S5NxAtmZj8I/AAAAAAAAAMg/mn6tiQunEOk/s1600-h/how-to-make-pastry-dough-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/S5NxAtmZj8I/AAAAAAAAAMg/mn6tiQunEOk/s320/how-to-make-pastry-dough-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445820631475654594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Picture - google search.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The week has been very hectic. Time was not on our side, and the ball never stopped rolling; it was nerve-wrecking.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I sit here over cream puff and chinese tea, it feels nice to put life on hold for one moment. To spend time with beloved ones and just chill over laughter and smiles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more week before the big event. Let's pray all things go well, as God wills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;For I know the plans I have for you, plans that will not harm you but will prosper you and give you a future with hope. (Jer 29:11)&lt;/i&gt;&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/319250255852562688-2068684076839711420?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/2068684076839711420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=2068684076839711420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/2068684076839711420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/2068684076839711420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2010/03/over-pastry-and-chinese-tea.html' title='Over Pastry and Chinese Tea'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/S5NxAtmZj8I/AAAAAAAAAMg/mn6tiQunEOk/s72-c/how-to-make-pastry-dough-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-3249280351460588726</id><published>2010-03-01T09:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T09:30:16.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Ready to Leave</title><content type='html'>Ever had a phase in life to move on and leave the past behind as it is? Hmm.. I've never actually been in &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; phase, but coming soon is the preparation to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving to where? No idea. But I'm leaving my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a tough decision to make that made us chose this path. The balance of benefits for all parties, the fine line to draw for all. I don't figure myself being excited to leave, as that was how and where I became who I am now. I dislike going out, away from the "mother's wings" as people term it, but life has to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, 3 months perhaps; I shall leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new phase of life. A new outlook on living. A new me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace the change, endure the toughness, enlarge the view of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-3249280351460588726?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/3249280351460588726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=3249280351460588726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/3249280351460588726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/3249280351460588726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2010/03/ready-to-leave.html' title='Ready to Leave'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-8321711505388745640</id><published>2010-02-25T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T19:56:54.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>When time is not on our side</title><content type='html'>As time passes, I begin to acknowledge its presence and how it plays such importance in a person's life. Without time, who are we and what are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are so free, when time just ticks past without us realising, how beautiful it is to just be carefree and all about our own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When time hits us in the face and sticks the note "You're late!" be it for an event, for work or simply anything, we rush for time. When all the while: time has been there - ticking at the same pace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has always been fair; it is us who have paid less attention to it, hence the struggle we face at the end of the day. The "I wish there's more time.." phrase will be ringing through the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when time is not on our side, let's make the best of it while we still can. Before time runs out. For real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-8321711505388745640?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/8321711505388745640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=8321711505388745640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/8321711505388745640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/8321711505388745640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-time-is-not-on-our-side.html' title='When time is not on our side'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-3300141441585607385</id><published>2010-02-22T12:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:02:53.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><title type='text'>Careless</title><content type='html'>The week was a really holiday break. Life practically stopped just for the fun of the festival and I forgot about everything else except living the best of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the consequences that come with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow too long a break can reduce the effeciency of the brain and I end up being very careless with almost everything which lead to dissatisfaction of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the currect change in the cycle of life (supposedly new year has begun), productivity is to be enhanced. Less of the bad, and more of the good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future, I can't predict. But all I know is that someone's holding me to face it. With that, I trust and live in faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-3300141441585607385?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/3300141441585607385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=3300141441585607385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/3300141441585607385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/3300141441585607385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2010/02/careless.html' title='Careless'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-7232816085258423109</id><published>2010-02-10T07:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T08:06:41.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>Valentine's + CNY</title><content type='html'>Who would have thought - 14 Feb: such memorable day for lovers and Chinese folks. Not to forget the birthdate of many friends I know of born on that date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall few years back while in high school of which Valentine's Day was the most anticipated day (aside school holiday breaks), and as it's not a co-ed school, even higher anticipation when certain people walked into classrooms and called out names to receive gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe Valentine's Day is not just about lovers buying gifts for each other. Even friends can honour each other's friendship by simply acknowledging their presence. Simple meals to remember the first time friendship was made, the happy and sad memories spent together, and so forth. Not to forget, it can be a day to surprise parents with an extra taste of love in everything we do. :) Somewhat similar to Father's and Mother's Day. It's simply a day to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year: the year of the tiger. Roar. Not that it has any significance to me, it's just another year in the chinese calendar where prosperity is hoped to flow and blessings showed from on high. This year CNY will be rather quiet with less people around, relatives and friends all going off for holidays/studies. (I agree with leaving for holiday - since economically, it is heading downwards.) Sometimes a quiet new year to spend with close ones is much memorable. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's it going to be? As the date draws nearer, let us celebrate - with LOVE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!!&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/319250255852562688-7232816085258423109?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/7232816085258423109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=7232816085258423109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/7232816085258423109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/7232816085258423109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-cny.html' title='Valentine&apos;s + CNY'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-5982515943736852783</id><published>2010-02-03T15:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T15:34:49.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>What next</title><content type='html'>With the recent theft case to kick start 2010, aside from turning a year older, it was rather ridiculous to get me down on my seat the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The case brought me so down that life felt some fear and injustice. What came next was nerve-wrecking, madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of being kind was pushed, the heavy weight of responsibility crowned upon. Who else would have felt that would be next. Changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was not good, but it was never &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad. Optimism.. call on it and it will return to serve you. Hard as it is, one moment to cherish - one season to cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun never fails to rise each new day, so does God never fail to love the sinner no matter how he hates the sin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-5982515943736852783?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/5982515943736852783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=5982515943736852783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5982515943736852783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5982515943736852783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-next.html' title='What next'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-1626470505125678271</id><published>2010-01-28T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T10:18:48.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Conscious</title><content type='html'>My eyes were opened as bricks fell one after another. It was a sign the end was coming, and I was not too late to realise it, yet. I wonder if those around me who saw the bricks had their mind gates opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I thought I was sub-conscious of what's happening around me. At times I wished it wasn't even real, this world I'm living in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When troubles come our way, we wished we were in a dream. When blessings come flying pass, we wished we had been fast enough to catch and keep them in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn to let go, and to learn to love what's gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-1626470505125678271?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/1626470505125678271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=1626470505125678271' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/1626470505125678271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/1626470505125678271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2010/01/conscious.html' title='Conscious'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-5081364596613349205</id><published>2010-01-25T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T16:36:33.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Looking Forward</title><content type='html'>After practically mourning for 7 days after the incident, life's heading a U-turn to get back to having things done again. It was tough, to look back at it and see what&lt;em&gt; could have&lt;/em&gt; been done before it really happened. But no one could predict it happened there and then, so things happen for a reason. Just had to accept that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got replacements, tried a hang of it - not too bad, lots to learn. Confusing enough yet not as nerve-wrecking. Glad. Just realised I lost more things to those early 'Santas' than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good start, to keep me up and about. Optimism, life's never better without it. And the past lurks back to haunt things down. The dislikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's doing great I suppose. What can I say, people change, time flies - but God never fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lev 26:12 - I will be your God, and you will be my people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Segulah Yahweh&lt;/em&gt;: God's own possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How perfect it feels to be loved. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-5081364596613349205?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/5081364596613349205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=5081364596613349205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5081364596613349205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5081364596613349205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2010/01/looking-forward.html' title='Looking Forward'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-8870091258370415423</id><published>2010-01-18T09:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T09:34:47.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>16 Jan 2010</title><content type='html'>This marks the 200th post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also talks about the first ever break-in at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one-year old laptop was taken, alongside the bag with my Aussie parrot, mouse, cooler pad and one-week old NEW ear phones! Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only gold pendant given by my beloved grandaunty was taken. Sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My drawer was forced open and my old currency were taken, together with some 1 ringgit coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole collection of ear rings was taken, goodness knows why. No gold. No silver. I'm left with one pair which was not in the box apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hard discs were supposed to be taken, but somehow the thieves removed the casing and reluctantly put it back on the table? I suppose they realised they've taken enough documents in the laptop itself rather than destroy my whole life worth of works and memories by taking away my hard discs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dvd player was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's laptop alongside his office documents and pendrives and all his stuff in the bag was shouldered away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door grill was badly shaped. The door was replaced. Total losses estimated about RM5k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll never know how precious something is until it is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God grandma was out with us for lunch. It was a mid-day break in. I'll never forget today. Ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-8870091258370415423?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/8870091258370415423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=8870091258370415423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/8870091258370415423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/8870091258370415423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2010/01/16-jan-2010.html' title='16 Jan 2010'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-1327829020367384583</id><published>2010-01-12T08:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T09:51:44.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Get-away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thought of a great holiday get-away before class starts, and this was what I had:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/S0vIhKWxGDI/AAAAAAAAALw/PcEdYGRQzd4/s320/SL384840.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425650648138979378" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Traffic jam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet, it wasn't that bad considering the experience of being at 41st floor and walking on the KLCC bridge. But the queue for it was....super long. Started waiting since 7.30 am for a 10-min walk at 9.30 am. Not bad though, the view. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/S0vQh0LJYeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/bgDfClyKsEo/s320/SL384959aa.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425659455457550818" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A visit to the bird park was rather pleasant with love birds, peacocks, parrots that greet you with "Hello" and "Apa khabar" and interesting bird shows. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/S0vR3Pr65LI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/H9Iz1dOkOj4/s320/SL385007aa.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425660923131651250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not to forget, the climb up to Batu Caves with 250+ steps on a hot sunny day with monkeys jumping around and snakes and iguanas being carried as pets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Besides shopping and lots of walking and food testing in the malls, awesome food are not to be missed! You know them better than I do. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even the attacks of Churches did not dampen our spirit to make full use of the few days of break, except the misfortune of being sick most of the days - yet still striving to not just stay at home to rest. A good experience being challenged of endurance and perseverance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A great start for a new semester. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-1327829020367384583?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/1327829020367384583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=1327829020367384583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/1327829020367384583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/1327829020367384583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2010/01/get-away.html' title='Get-away'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/S0vIhKWxGDI/AAAAAAAAALw/PcEdYGRQzd4/s72-c/SL384840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-5884193739362410322</id><published>2010-01-04T18:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T18:59:42.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Age + 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The time of the year to let go of the past and start the new year with a new hit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/S0HEz2NJyPI/AAAAAAAAALQ/NKs5kuHbx7k/s320/SL384722.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422831821333842162" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you everyone for making it a great one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life's never been better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/S0HGb0Phf3I/AAAAAAAAALY/j-48jnkfrHw/s320/SL384772.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422833607513309042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for the wishes, the SMSs, the calls, the laughter, the smiles, the JOY, the SALT water, the screams, the cake, the friendship, the love, the THOUGHTFULNESS, the Christ in you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/S0HHHklXRrI/AAAAAAAAALg/QBpQNHR9yQk/s320/SL384768.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422834359224190642" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a HAPPY birthday to kick off a new year. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God bless ya all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-5884193739362410322?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/5884193739362410322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=5884193739362410322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5884193739362410322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5884193739362410322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2010/01/age-1.html' title='Age + 1'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/S0HEz2NJyPI/AAAAAAAAALQ/NKs5kuHbx7k/s72-c/SL384722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-418503830925992943</id><published>2009-12-28T10:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T10:26:31.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='involvement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Ending, and Beginning</title><content type='html'>2009 is ending soon... in 4 days. Come to think of it, this year moved quite fast. :) Perhaps because when you are busy, you don't realise time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After weeks of practising hard and memorising scores, we ended up having...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420105951091350530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SzgVpUPH3AI/AAAAAAAAALI/huOVsEFMYSs/s320/caroling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The best carolling experience so far. :) Look at the smiles. Beaming shouts of joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420105541721062498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SzgVRfNo_GI/AAAAAAAAALA/ahT279gsmxk/s320/caroling+group+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beautiful children singing beautiful songs with beautiful voices. Awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That's Christmas. Celebration of a Son's birth, so great and mighty; trumpeted on rooftops and chimneys! Happy Birthday Jesus!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which leads to... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;New Year 2010! And another year of awesome happenings to look forward to!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Can't wait, can't wait!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-418503830925992943?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/418503830925992943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=418503830925992943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/418503830925992943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/418503830925992943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/12/ending-and-beginning.html' title='The Ending, and Beginning'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SzgVpUPH3AI/AAAAAAAAALI/huOVsEFMYSs/s72-c/caroling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-5186496979215273145</id><published>2009-12-13T15:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:54:22.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Unknown Messages</title><content type='html'>Language is one important means of communication, especially for expression purposes. Language can be verbal in speech or non-verbal as portrayed by body language. Both words and actions give great impact to people, especially those whom we communicate with.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Certain people are known to speak in bushes, where we as listeners can only perceive the messages between the lines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some others prefer direct presentation of messages; no twisted vines, just straight to the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another few acknowledge the importance of manner in speech, where expressions are thought of before speech is being made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unknown messages are everywhere. It is up to us as listeners (or speakers) to think properly before grasping the message, not just assume that it is how we think it would be. Also not to forget, the big and small implications it brings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-5186496979215273145?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/5186496979215273145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=5186496979215273145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5186496979215273145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5186496979215273145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/12/unknown-messages.html' title='Unknown Messages'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-5695933874039397322</id><published>2009-12-09T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T19:41:15.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Silent Night..</title><content type='html'>Christmas sure is in the air... With carols ringing in the shops and malls, we cannot run away from the fact that the year is coming to an end, besides celebrating Jesus' birth at Christmas! Speaking of which, lots to do before the year ends..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nights would have been like silent, if not for the loud singing of the 'Silent Night' song. The sense of self-keeping comes back, where one feels all are so quiet no matter how noisy the surrounding is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back in the company of young saints, lovely and lively. The fact that I was once like them, and now no longer the same; it brings back good memories.. that we were once young and had the chance to live our lives as such. Life today is so different, no more as silent as before. There is always a ball rolling, no matter how bumpy or holey the road may be. It won't stop, till life stops itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dropped again. Got one fire ignited but extinguished another. It's so blank to be in the midst of everything. A good sleep didn't help much either. The news. Crashes everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the more, the voice says "Don't be silent, get up! Get up and move!!" Should I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-5695933874039397322?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/5695933874039397322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=5695933874039397322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5695933874039397322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5695933874039397322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/12/silent-night.html' title='Silent Night..'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-6421996968643763284</id><published>2009-12-03T07:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T07:56:55.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><title type='text'>December</title><content type='html'>As the dates increase, here comes another month. If you had checked my planner, this is the busiest month - till bookings had to be made beforehand - the stress of being busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December, the Christmas month. This year there's more of it. Perhaps due to the surrounding that makes up the Christmas-sy mood.. &lt;em&gt;Joy to the world~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, a friend introduced a new song: Do You Hear What I Hear. Nice. I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's been happening previously? (I'll do it in &lt;em&gt;ringkasan &lt;/em&gt;style)&lt;br /&gt;1) Going around the street of Kuching looking for tourists. XD And end up the BEST record, 5 persons in 4 hours! (Wheeee~) and the worst record... haha, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; in 3 hours. =.= So much for the kilometres of walking. But it was fun? Hmm... yeah, the breeze, the sun, the laughter. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Shall we do it again? :P]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Assignments...ooh. This is the "fun" part, redoing an assignment you had previously finished. &lt;em&gt;Aiyah the microsoft word lo... &lt;/em&gt;Blame it on them. Well, also my fault la. Hence, (sigh) but over liao. :D Done. Forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Work. Aiyer, this one. Freaky. It just comes 'boom' from the sky, and there you have it in front of you. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No wonder shoulders are aching much lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And upcoming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Finals. Whoa, quite near. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Carolling. Hmm, this one.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Christmas!! Because the best part after that is... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;REST!!&lt;/span&gt; (Me love Christmas - 'cause Jesus came to save the world!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December will be a fast month, don't ask me why. It's just so. Till then, welcome home friends from abroad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-6421996968643763284?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/6421996968643763284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=6421996968643763284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/6421996968643763284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/6421996968643763284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/12/december.html' title='December'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-7936794520565648223</id><published>2009-11-26T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T13:42:52.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Going against it</title><content type='html'>When you meet with some sort of situation where you have to go against your moral, your own belief, you sometimes hope that those involved will stand next to you to help make the decision. Should you go against your moral just for the sake of saving another person, which benefits yourself at the same time... or should you just let it be since that was how it was in the first place and should be?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I held on. I couldn't do it though my hands reacted the other way round. No one was there, and even if there was, it was of no help either. Decision-making, how weak one becomes when facing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-7936794520565648223?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/7936794520565648223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=7936794520565648223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/7936794520565648223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/7936794520565648223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/11/going-against-it.html' title='Going against it'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-2242881380423057612</id><published>2009-11-22T15:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T15:34:29.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Camp just finished last Friday. I guess the committee was rather proud of it, the fact that all happened as planned. :) Animating the camp was okay I suppose. Slept none the first night, as the ambiance was new, but the second day tire everyone out, me included. Nothing much to comment on as of now, just a couple of outstanding leaders and some minor glitches to look into for future camps.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got back from camp, and went back half hour after that because some bags were not loaded into the bus? Funny. Made the trip back up and down again, realised that kolo mee at 10 mile was RM1.20 only for &lt;i&gt;kosong&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couldn't remember what happened that night. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Class the next day was fine. Whatever happened to Starbucks and free coffee? Other than class, got the presentation script done (somewhat) and the rest of the Saturday went as how it would normally go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday. Supposed to sleep after coming home from Mass and breakfast, but strained to get the script done. The presentation was in the afternoon, according to a friend/team mate it was terrible. Result for being spontaneous. But what I think is that everyone tried their best? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some things are better left unsaid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/319250255852562688-2242881380423057612?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/2242881380423057612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=2242881380423057612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/2242881380423057612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/2242881380423057612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/11/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-4490219611646109529</id><published>2009-11-17T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T12:13:48.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Spreading</title><content type='html'>I just noticed how fast news spread. And how fast creepy crawly things compete with them.. I don't want it to spread anymore. It makes you scratch and tear it open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imposing pain to heal; that's psychological problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How great it is to have everything smooth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-4490219611646109529?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/4490219611646109529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=4490219611646109529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/4490219611646109529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/4490219611646109529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/11/spreading.html' title='Spreading'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-8976194638104131772</id><published>2009-11-16T08:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T08:47:25.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><title type='text'>Unending Weeks</title><content type='html'>After the big bang of new movie 2012; of which I'm quite curious on its graphics, I start to think that these busy weeks of mine would end soon. (Ya right, in my dreams.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just felt as if I was busy last week.. and this week I'm even more busy with even more things? Now how did that multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I question if my decisions are ever right. I end up doing more than I should, but the tiny voice inside says it's for the good of all? Oh gosh. 24 hours, please lengthen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-8976194638104131772?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/8976194638104131772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=8976194638104131772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/8976194638104131772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/8976194638104131772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/11/unending-weeks.html' title='Unending Weeks'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-4125828801049542155</id><published>2009-11-13T07:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T07:45:54.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Kosong semuanya</title><content type='html'>Sudah bertahun lamanya tidak menulis dalam Bahasa Malaysia. Entah hilang ke mana perasaan tersebut setelah dua tahun yang lalu menulis esei yang panjangnya lima muka surat dalam masa sejam setengah. Kini kukembali mencungkil bakat yang kian terpendam, penggunaan kosa kata yang 'berbunga' kata mentorku dahulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari berganti hari, hatiku semakin kosong rasanya. Soalan menampar diriku, apakah gangguan mental punca masalah? Kata orang, dunia akan tamat tidak lama lagi. Ya, tahun ini akan berakhir dalam sebulan dua, tetapi dunia? Siapakah yang boleh pastikan hari dan waktunya. Semestinya bukan saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang kawan pernah memberitahuku, "Aku akan berdiri di sampingmu pada masa yang sukar dan sedih - jika kamu perlukan aku." Namun kelibatnya tidak kelihatan apabila aku mula bertanya, apakah kamu sudi mendengar dan memegang janji rahsiaku ini. Tidak. Itu hanyalah janji-janji kosong. Terlalu naif bagiku untuk mempercayai kata-kata manismu yang hanya akan kamu buihkan. Kenyataan melanda apabila kamu bergerak pantas dari pandanganku dengan alasan yang hanya mampu digunakan padaku. Aku lalai mempercayaimu. Kini hatiku kosong, menjadi sepi mendengar keluhan nadi. Kosong semuanya, hanya kedengaran darah mengalir perlahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, dunia akan berakhir suatu hari nanti. Biarlah hari tersebut menjadi kenyataan, sudah ku jemu menanti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-4125828801049542155?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/4125828801049542155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=4125828801049542155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/4125828801049542155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/4125828801049542155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/11/kosong-semuanya.html' title='Kosong semuanya'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-1210215271762056901</id><published>2009-11-10T08:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T08:16:20.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for laughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Doorknob</title><content type='html'>Talk about being scared of something really funny. Redness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there was a door. This door was a wooden one, and had a hole in the place of the doorknob, supposingly. The eye played tricks and I saw no hole - but a great nice unique, out of the world kind of doorknob. Interesting! It looked something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402260445594357698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SvivQLvLj8I/AAAAAAAAAK0/CtgWp96PJXo/s320/5209111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Nothing suspicious, as it was dark at night. Hence my hand swung pass it.. and it breathed into my hands! For the worse nightmare, I screamed &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;p&gt;And my friend jumped out of his skin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was actually a Golden Retriever, or something like that. The big dog species. Only after I screamed did it bark and showed its teeth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My heart died pumping oxygen to my brain. Thank God for handrails, else I would have dived into the &lt;em&gt;longkang&lt;/em&gt; immediately. And thank God my friend did not pass out else I couldn't get home that night. Thank God nothing happened except for just increased heartbeats.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An unforgettable experience, for my friend yes. For me.. I'll forget about it soon enough. Haha!&lt;/p&gt;So the next time you see a doorknob, look carefully. It might be a snake head instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-1210215271762056901?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/1210215271762056901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=1210215271762056901' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/1210215271762056901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/1210215271762056901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/11/doorknob.html' title='The Doorknob'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SvivQLvLj8I/AAAAAAAAAK0/CtgWp96PJXo/s72-c/5209111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-8143065213449969070</id><published>2009-11-09T09:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T09:19:49.317+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Pandemic?</title><content type='html'>Yet again, another season of sneezing and choking before sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I've got the Influenza. Kept falling into it lately. Twice in 3 months? My old record was once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down to meds again, with side effects of drowsy-ness, cranky-ness and lazyness. Forgive me if I snap at you. Uncontrollable neurons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish it is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; study period, but it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt;. Sadly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-8143065213449969070?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/8143065213449969070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=8143065213449969070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/8143065213449969070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/8143065213449969070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/11/pandemic.html' title='Pandemic?'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-5281452900127998053</id><published>2009-11-03T15:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:57:49.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Flying across my mind now is the urge to write. But somehow there's nothing flying with that urge on what to write. Hence, it's rather blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what's random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather irritated with the trendy &lt;em&gt;penstache &lt;/em&gt;played in facebook where you have to take a picture of yourself pouting with a pen between your nose and lips and post online after which you tag your friends. I think it's..a nothing-else-better-to-do online thing. We should spend more time reading on something useful instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newspapers lately kept showing people getting robbed, injured, killed. And the latest this morning was the 12-year-old boy who got stung by "some insects", of which are bees and he died after his family failed to bring him immediately to medical attention. I wonder what's with the world today, where pain and hurt are overwhelming the supposedly 'increased income for better living'.. of which more smiles should be seen on the streets, and more sick people cured?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting for exams was never my liking, what more to say with limited facilities and restricted usage of proper materials. It made me feel as if I were back in the exam hall sitting for SPM. For that whole day, I wondered if that exam was necessary after all. It just killed more brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are getting very far when you try to get near them. What happened to 'friends forever', 'best-est best friend' and 'I'll always be there for you'? It's not about me, but I wonder if friendship really lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems to be living for the sake of money, and living to earn as muuch as they can. I wonder if they realise money can't be brought to wherever they are going after they die? What's life, if everything is about money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the music/movie players can work now... It just killed my mood to watch Little Nyonya. Good series, check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till end of this year, the world will be quiet and more eyes will be opened. Hopefully next year will be a slowdown. Or..maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of writing. I should resume with my 7.30pm sleep again tonight. Thank you for spending time reading! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I doubt if these gave you any meaning, but they do, in fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-5281452900127998053?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/5281452900127998053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=5281452900127998053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5281452900127998053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5281452900127998053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/11/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-5306624562786228782</id><published>2009-10-30T15:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T15:21:18.042+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unknown'/><title type='text'>ko taeu</title><content type='html'>Kai ngit, you jit kai pen jiu chim ngai kong boi. Ho lo.. ngai zho pen jiu jiu le ge king boi, kong teu an kiuk sim. Em ti he ngai chi ka anyong hin han he ge met to ngai anyong. Kin ha zho to ngai an.. oi ten shiu tapi you em ti boi chok em chok. Jia to ngin ka an to lui. Ngai you moi gia sia at hi loi, ten ha you ngin shong to. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kong shong kong lok, han he kuan gia sa ta son ji ka eh se chin. Ngai mo lit. Ngai chin he mo lit hie kuan nge.. Piong hie. Ngai piong hie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-5306624562786228782?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/5306624562786228782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=5306624562786228782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5306624562786228782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5306624562786228782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/10/ko-taeu.html' title='ko taeu'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-3761962613050264248</id><published>2009-10-29T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:10:37.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Calling for you</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had the experience where you called someone and that person never seem to answer your phone call or greeting? I think I have, not that I can remember who though.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was once someone told me, "I tried calling you for so many times but you never seem to pick up the phone." And I just replied, "Sorry, I wasn't there with the phone I suppose." Not that I could help it, the phone was in the office! And I have odd hours in there. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My point here is that whenever someone call for us, we should try our best to respond with simplest gesture. It feels similar when others call for us and we do not respond.. the 'unwanted' feeling exists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let's prevent that negative feeling yea, by simply responding with a yes, no, or just silent language where applicable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-3761962613050264248?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/3761962613050264248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=3761962613050264248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/3761962613050264248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/3761962613050264248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/10/calling-for-you.html' title='Calling for you'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-5656181332965376537</id><published>2009-10-27T09:06:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:18:55.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>rof nyleve wohc</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once upon a time there was a girl who was born on the &lt;em&gt;eve&lt;/em&gt; of the next day. She was born with bright colours and enlightening eyes that it made her parents feel...so bonded and close to her that they &lt;em&gt;leaned&lt;/em&gt; on her dearly!! So here comes... &lt;a href="mailto:eVELYN@eve@lyn@missCHOW"&gt;eVELYN@eve@lyn@missCHOW&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397097376026817122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SuZXd-xFcmI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NXH-LF9Xtwc/s320/15.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;This girl has nice eyes but she's always deprived of sleep hence the closed eyes during the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397083863918095938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SuZLLePUrkI/AAAAAAAAAJM/i-i_Z1Cayfc/s320/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Sleepy lar.... faster liao..." (smiles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She loves to talk... so she puts on this look whenever she's on the talkative mode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397088990336625682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SuZP13ovrBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LVIasCZKiB0/s320/14.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tell you ar, my hair's the latest one you know! It covers my pimples right here! *points*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you have noticed those plates pushed aside, this friend also loves to eat! Man, she can appreciate food.... (And never get fat! Though she has a shirt that says "I'm fat! Really?" Well, you're not.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397090075353650978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SuZQ1Bo9lyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/P0OacEWsuJY/s320/9.bmp" border="0" /&gt; "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooooh...food...yummy.."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When you bring her for lunch with good food as such:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397092989575409250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SuZTep9krmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EfcGHut-JNc/s320/6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;She will immediately say:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397093331029319314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SuZTyh-h3pI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/McWu4TrMknM/s320/8.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I want!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And being a fan of handbags and fashion, she loves to shop and put on nice things whenever she goes out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397091088929034322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SuZRwBgKkFI/AAAAAAAAAJk/OG46MpltDdU/s320/7.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You, buy me that bag!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397091563605846594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SuZSLpz76kI/AAAAAAAAAJs/AUrd3MF5o90/s320/13.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Look! I've got a new watch!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Notice her bracelet and necklace too? *winks*)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not forgetting, when she's down and out...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397094167544711010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SuZUjOPVx2I/AAAAAAAAAKE/pbM5HOgKdq4/s320/12.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Talk to the hand, people... I'm tired.." (but can still smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But knowing that in her journey of life this far she has met great friends, she found God through a fellowship of children similar to herself..and she can be herself just like the rest of them... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397094725271020034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SuZVDr7p4gI/AAAAAAAAAKM/oKtAmtRQ8mA/s320/11.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397094983253340306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SuZVSs_bsJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/wTHOI-mDcdU/s320/16.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;She cannot help but find freedom to live her life as God has planned for her after God said to her "I love you!"... so she appreciates her life more than before, even in the washroom. XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397095264884573458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SuZVjGJjRRI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Xk_Lstat3Qw/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt; And so, dear Evelyn, a very &lt;strong&gt;happy and blessed&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;21st BirthDAY&lt;/u&gt;!! Now that you're legal, BE GOOD ok! Here's your birthday cake! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397095723934701042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SuZV90PoVfI/AAAAAAAAAKk/dPcymM25xD4/s320/5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Looks familiar?&lt;br /&gt;I'll poke in the candles soon. 2 big, 1 small. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh ya, one more! Did you count the smiles?? Haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps: Photos courtesy of cath and pls no stealing of photos without permission. This post is dedicated to a good friend and sister-in-Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-5656181332965376537?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/5656181332965376537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=5656181332965376537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5656181332965376537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5656181332965376537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/10/once-upon-time-there-was-girl-who-was.html' title='rof nyleve wohc'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SuZXd-xFcmI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NXH-LF9Xtwc/s72-c/15.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-100275238654416515</id><published>2009-10-26T08:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T08:09:32.884+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><title type='text'>Priorities</title><content type='html'>Nothing much to talk about lately. Routine's been mostly similar and year-end is coming soon. Despite the excitement of Christmas and the grand celebration of the birth of that special someone (ooh! can't wait!), we've still got to wait for it to come. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, priorities. Ah...one difficult term to practise. Sometimes I wish there's a reminder to beep in front of me and tell me what's my priority at that moment. :D The ones with neon lights would do great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juggle juggle juggling... hope the balls won't fall so soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-100275238654416515?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/100275238654416515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=100275238654416515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/100275238654416515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/100275238654416515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/10/priorities.html' title='Priorities'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-5806958998670046724</id><published>2009-10-21T09:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T10:30:49.025+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Facing It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Lately I have to admit...in Malaysian terms..&lt;em&gt;A lot of people die lar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*bows head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394874610077486370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/St5x3-VxTSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C2waV_QHYeQ/s320/funeral-flowers2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two days ago my grandaunty passed away. She was 78 years old, second in a siblinghood of 8 with my grandma as the first. At first it didn't really sink in, as grandma actually called the office for my dad? Sounds fishy when you hear a phone call from home. My first assumption was that the house got broken into, or she got cheated by some cheeky salesperson, or that something went wrong with some part of the house and needed help. At least it didn't occur to me that she had gotten hurt, else she wouldn't have called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was just a call to inform that her sister passed on and she had to visit her and that someone's there to pick her up. I breathed in relief she was okay. Could not imagine how I would react if something were to happen to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yea, one more left this world. She was sick for some time, and had tiny glitches in the family with my grandma too but all those belong to the past. It won't do grandma any good to hold on to those anger and unhealthy feelings. After all, what can you do to a person who is already dead except forgive and pray for eternal happiness when one's own time comes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma seemed fine as I talked to her about the past. She was in tears no doubt, being the oldest and seeing a younger sister leave first.. (In her view, the older ones should be the ones to leave first, but 3 younger siblings left already before her.) But she's taking it positive I suppose. One thing I know she's waiting for &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; turn.. And well I'm not quite ready for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all the same, we have to face death one day. And before that day, we should live life with happiness and peace - no feelings of revenge and regret for they only cause more harm than good. Easier said than done, but one key to success: develop virtues of love, patience and endurance. Optimism. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had my times of fighting between good and bad of myself. Perhaps one day I'll share. Till then, (&lt;em&gt;smile)&lt;/em&gt; love, be patient and endure all words. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-5806958998670046724?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/5806958998670046724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=5806958998670046724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5806958998670046724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5806958998670046724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/10/facing-it.html' title='Facing It'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/St5x3-VxTSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C2waV_QHYeQ/s72-c/funeral-flowers2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-6737257181672706186</id><published>2009-10-19T11:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:45:38.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Demand demanded demanded-ed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The week passed by with this very special word: Demand. Oh how microeconomics drilled into us the very basic terms supply and demand. Not to forget monopoly and oligopoly. :) Man I thought those were games at first. Remember this guy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394149750564081330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/StvenmOiTrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/7rKo9C0W360/s320/logo-mr-monopoly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh I miss those days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The week went well pretty much I suppose. I was nowhere else but in office, at home and in college. And of course, on the roads of Kuching. There were good news, and so also were there not-so-good news. But it's fine. Balance, as a friend termed it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I reflected on my previous week, I realise we seem to live in demand of others. Why so, you may ask. Take for example, a father wants his son to be involved with his surroundings. From there freedom is given to the son to go out with friends, have fun, make mistakes and come back for money to pay up the mistakes etc.. What I meant by the son living in demand of the father is that he is to get himself out of the house and mix around. That's equilibrium supply he's giving to his dad. But once the son mixes with the wrong type of friends where gambling, drinking and smoking are priorities, he's giving his dad a great leap in surplus. Hence we hear of the usual 'You're grounded' from the father to lower the ceiling price and get down back in the "safe-equal" zone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I suppose that teaches us to weigh ourselves; are we living to a person's demand or are we just trying to be ourselves. It's complicated when you think of it from the surface, but take time to wonder how it is to live within demand of oneself. That's freedom of life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone has the right to live, for that is why we were born into this world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-6737257181672706186?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/6737257181672706186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=6737257181672706186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/6737257181672706186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/6737257181672706186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/10/demand-demanded-demanded-ed.html' title='Demand demanded demanded-ed?'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/StvenmOiTrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/7rKo9C0W360/s72-c/logo-mr-monopoly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-552064142315191406</id><published>2009-10-14T08:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T09:18:13.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The Silver Lining</title><content type='html'>Ever had the experience where you get hit so badly by the strong wind (just as how Kuching is down with heavy rain lately - due to the 'ending' strong wind from Sumatera), and that you get flown away, or if not you are clinging unto something really desperately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But with every dark cloud, there is a silver lining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392257273182084690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/StUla6mI3lI/AAAAAAAAAIs/NTkgM6WNquQ/s320/rain2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Notice the "ends" of the cloud? Just like how there is a horizon when you look out into the sea. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392257652434726162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/StUlw_bA7RI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VfmpKbjGBB0/s320/5740_1188565708324_1053759077_30616635_8388378_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And from these, we know that no matter how violent the wind blows, and no matter how fierce the waves are, there will always be something to hope for in the end. It's just the matter of wanting to hope for the better, and see the best; or hope for the worse, and witness the worst.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just got hit by the "ends" of the neighboring typhoon and I fell down really badly. But I'm holding on still, to the best I could - so that when the wind passes, I will stand up again and smile at the blue sky above me.&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/319250255852562688-552064142315191406?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/552064142315191406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=552064142315191406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/552064142315191406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/552064142315191406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/10/silver-lining.html' title='The Silver Lining'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/StUla6mI3lI/AAAAAAAAAIs/NTkgM6WNquQ/s72-c/rain2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-4671811795900187429</id><published>2009-10-10T12:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T12:29:19.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>My Wish</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish you'll just stop talking.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish you'll continue speaking.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's just the wrong timing that you talk.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's just the wrong word you speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I keep what you said to me.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I lie as though you never spoke.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the greatest speech you make never was the best.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the words you said were never met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wish you would think twice to understand&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wish you will not look at it from the front&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wish you would be a friend as you said&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish.. perhaps it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all back to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-4671811795900187429?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/4671811795900187429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=4671811795900187429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/4671811795900187429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/4671811795900187429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-wish.html' title='My Wish'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-5619444878036063953</id><published>2009-10-09T15:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T16:18:28.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>I Stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The look that I yearn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The smile that I long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The laughter that I seek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All lies which turned bleak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The times of trouble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The times of pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The times of sorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All now become plain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The moments of truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The glitters of joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The mountains of gladness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All never seem to start again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm calling you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm begging you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm trusting you the least I could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I will stand, I will stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And strong I will stand up to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all I hope for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is that you will stand with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just this once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-5619444878036063953?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/5619444878036063953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=5619444878036063953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5619444878036063953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5619444878036063953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-stand.html' title='I Stand'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-6636115683153397700</id><published>2009-10-08T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:53:44.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Rest-more-less</title><content type='html'>With the fact that fever cooked up yesterday and extinguished my fire, I fell into a more or less "rest-more" mode. All I wanted to do was sleep. Sounds good for a sick person no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah, I slept. And (phone call!) woke up, and slept and (biological clock rang - time's up!) woke up and... So much for rest that didn't seem like rest at all. It made me worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fever went down a little and I remained like a lifeless soul. Terrible feeling. To say I were to rest, I ended up watching tv and reading about Oligopoly? How restless my day was. The night was spent with no benefit that I woke up at midnight just to feel my body heating up again. There went rest in heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's rather fine, fever left early this morning which I had to be grateful for. And now I'm so called 'quaratined' at home that things got more restless. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want ice-cream sundae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-6636115683153397700?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/6636115683153397700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=6636115683153397700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/6636115683153397700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/6636115683153397700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/10/rest-more-less.html' title='Rest-more-less'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-2280424117023092630</id><published>2009-10-07T09:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:47:46.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>ILI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I caught it. Out of the blue, green, orange whatever weather... flu. It's so annoying. The fact that there are things to get done urgently and I'm down with this annoying water streaming down my nose like some free-flowing stream.. Disgusting it may sound, but it's terribly annoying when you're busy. Bear with me if you're to continue reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not to dwell in my flu. Don't worry. I'll just talk alongside it. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ILI. Well it does concern me, with the "What if" questions.. I'm sure you know what kind of questions I'm referring to. Had to bear the headache for waking up middle of the nights to breathe. Dad said it sounded like I turned into a goldfish. ('Cause he said I had to gasp for air every now and then with sadly blocked nose) Oh yea, similar. Not that I can help it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389667816151107730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SsvyUrcKyJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/VIzW93hlRZY/s320/goldfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Picture courtesy of google search.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So it's down to day two. Let's see who wins the fight. White blood cells, you there?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, it you've got something similar, do practise proper hygiene and if need be, do consult a doctor to make sure you are well enough not to spread to others. I'll do my part, while you do yours and stay away from me - just this once. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-2280424117023092630?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/2280424117023092630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=2280424117023092630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/2280424117023092630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/2280424117023092630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/10/ili.html' title='ILI'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SsvyUrcKyJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/VIzW93hlRZY/s72-c/goldfish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-3694354400661024732</id><published>2009-10-01T11:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:34:39.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>Squeeze Me</title><content type='html'>When I used to say "excuse me" to get through a crowd or just to be polite when walking pass in front of someone, my friend would tease me by saying "squeeze me, squeeze me" and thereafter I would be given a great big squeeze. Sounds so innocent, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me". What an important word. Without this said gently, there will never be a sense of politeness. But that's not just it. What if you turn down your tone a little when saying it; it will sound as if you are clarifying an issue. And if you increase your pitching a bit higher, it will sound as if you are defending yourself against an issue - feeling upset over a remark or statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately do you notice there are less "excuse me's" being said. And even if there are some, most are said harshly, in a hurry, or just with the I-don't-want-to-say-it tone. Can't imagine how it would be if this 'squeeze me' word extincts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you let it slip away just like that? Let's preserve it; for we humans always prefer a polite "Excuse me" when someone walks in front of you while you were talking, and not just 'fly pass' without saying a word. Do unto others what you want others to do unto you, aye?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-3694354400661024732?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/3694354400661024732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=3694354400661024732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/3694354400661024732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/3694354400661024732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/10/squeeze-me.html' title='Squeeze Me'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-3467399675484988889</id><published>2009-09-29T08:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:49:50.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='involvement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Week</title><content type='html'>Ah I'm back... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a whole long week of ....rush and all sorts of feelings and experiences, time to get back to reality and sit here and type again. So what's with the week? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Tuesday: Mid-Term review of the Pastoral Focus on the Family by Archdiocese of Kuching. Had the priviledge of sharing my life story to 300 delegates from 11 parishes including the Shepherd and all other priests.. wow. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386684670708794018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SsFZKwqjwqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DwplgTmw-YI/s320/MTR+cover12-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;But with the car cooking my patience on the second day and causing lots of inconveniences and panic and worries, ah.... I almost died of I-don't-know-what-to-do... yet things just unfolded fine on its own at its own time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wed - "Break time" before the 'second half' of the week. Supposingly to get rest and take a break off the 3-day conference and prepare for the Leadership Formation camp (LFC) but... as usual, last minute-ness and craziness ate me up. Battery almost ran flat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thurs morning - supposingly get all shopping done for camp the day before but something else crept up and somehow things had to be done alone and unknown. So shopping carried forward and was "supposed" to go up Mt Singai in the morning but the car &lt;em&gt;meragam&lt;/em&gt; again and caused more casualties. I got to rest no doubt, (well I needed it in the first place) but then things at camp happened and there were miscommunication and...no one's cooking for us? Thank God for an angel who just 'happened' to be at camp who's taking cooking lessons so he cooked for us with a team of half-pail knowledge assistants. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386682892078500146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SsFXjOwDSTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zIluE-nTYco/s320/9934_1217556115664_1131704389_672447_3652087_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Camp dragged for 48 hours and we got back Kuching on Sat evening, of which we (as if not tired enough) went for makan and minum at Open Air and then back to office to chit chat and then later at night went to McD for a farewell drink with the "camp chef" before he leaves for studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday - How time flies. It's a week gone. Supposed to get the assignment done, yet nothing's ready. Quiz on Monday yet I was flat at home, recharging. Mum insisted to go back to her dad's place so had to tag along and spent half morning, lunch and half afternoon there... Pond harvesting. :) Swimming in the mud for the guys = cool~ Got back home and dozed off for 15 minutes before going out again. I almost died. My legs ached madly, going up and down the mountain twice. I salute those guys going up and down 4-5 times, each time carrying stuff up, eg. diesel 5 gallon x 3 sets x 6 persons. Thank you guys. :) I'm sure you will be rewarded with muscles soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday night - dinner. And there we laughed like crazy people who've never laughed before. Now with 4 crazy animators, we have a new generation of crazy student leaders. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386683772692745890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SsFYWfS2TqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Iwbr94Ipr7E/s320/10430_154350634960_557084960_2645453_2878926_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday - morning I couldn't get my brain to work. Dad drove me home to sleep after mass and breakfast and I only touched on supply and demand 3 hours before the quiz. Brain froze at the start of it, but got it done in the end. Hope all's fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so... the week's over. I've got office work piling up, camp work to be finished and some minors here and there to get settled. Life's just the beginning of something new. When one thing's done, something new and better creeps up. Till then, goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/319250255852562688-3467399675484988889?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/3467399675484988889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=3467399675484988889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/3467399675484988889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/3467399675484988889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/09/week.html' title='The Week'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SsFZKwqjwqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DwplgTmw-YI/s72-c/MTR+cover12-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-3816532264852088245</id><published>2009-09-23T09:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:54:38.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Perfection</title><content type='html'>Heard of perfectionists? I'm sure you've encountered one or two or even a few whom you can think of right now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfectionists. Who are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me, don't be too perfect in doing things... lest when things run away from your perfection, you will end up in despair. Well, quite true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of my own religious belief, perfection only suits God. To be a perfectionist means you are trying to be God. Well that struck me a while, for I am a person who wants to see things running in order with no mistakes etc. Somehow it seems not so right now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just let things run on its on. We plan yes, but we leave our planning to the One who's going to carry it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S: Mid-Term Review just ended. LFC camp coming up. Today's Wednesday and I'm running on almost-flat battery. So much for a holiday break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-3816532264852088245?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/3816532264852088245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=3816532264852088245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/3816532264852088245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/3816532264852088245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/09/perfection.html' title='Perfection'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-8494978509277397079</id><published>2009-09-15T08:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T09:08:06.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>The Fountain</title><content type='html'>I dreamt of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381492377679662882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Sq7mzh0RjyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/O81Tvm0CDVw/s320/portable-dancing-water-fountain-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A fountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If we really study the fountain, we will notice that water spurts out from the bottom going against gravity. Once reaching its limits, the water showers down with the awesome flowery dance. Amazing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imagine how much effort it takes to create that force to push the water up and let it 'bloom' from above. If we are to be the person pushing from below, I would expect us to sweat more than the water flowing upwards. Although it takes great trouble to make the water go in an opposing direction, the result of those huffing and puffing is simply breath-taking. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many times we need to put in effort to do things to get things moving. Sometimes the effort we put in does not seem to make the thing move.. not even an inch or two. And we get discouraged. But as the saying "A little makes a lot" or "&lt;em&gt;Sedikit-sedikit lama-lama jadi bukit&lt;/em&gt;", it does make a difference in the result. And mind you, you won't regret pouring in those sweat and blood - it's worth it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So to make fountains up there, we've got to work from the start - right down there. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-8494978509277397079?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/8494978509277397079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=8494978509277397079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/8494978509277397079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/8494978509277397079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/09/fountain.html' title='The Fountain'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Sq7mzh0RjyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/O81Tvm0CDVw/s72-c/portable-dancing-water-fountain-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-8085808771094976162</id><published>2009-09-11T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:46:00.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Temporary</title><content type='html'>I am now in my office tearing stamps. About 500 of them. As I tore them one by one, I realised I won't be doing it much longer - I am just a temporary staff here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things in life are also just temporary. This life of ours - though we avoid talking about it - is also temporary. We come, and we leave. All the things in life are temporary in the sense that we cannot have them with us when we leave one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple example, when one moves from an old house to a new house for whatever reason, it is a change in life. The house that we had to move from, is just a temporary shelter. We can buy the biggest house with the highest ceiling (not discouraging you from getting big houses, get them if you can afford :D) but those big houses, large pieces of land and mountains of gold we unfortunately use them just for now. Surely we can't bring them to our graves, and even if we could, someone else would take them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving a "temporary" item or being or whatever is it, requires adaptation to a new scene. The changes that we undergo are never easy, anyone could say that. I'm sure you have experienced leaving something or someone and struggle in making the adjustments too, at least once. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since nothing concrete is permanent, let's be open to changes and movement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-8085808771094976162?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/8085808771094976162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=8085808771094976162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/8085808771094976162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/8085808771094976162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/09/temporary.html' title='Temporary'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-8794752916413470266</id><published>2009-09-08T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T11:09:16.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Loosen up</title><content type='html'>It feels rather funny not to do anything. Well some people can just live without working and be free all the time, while others must get their feet moving lest they die of boredom. I think I'm more to the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately life has been pretty much loosened up, I would say. Not so much of rushing as compared to earlier months this year. Perhaps just a 'transition' period to cool down a little. :) So not used to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone, teach me to sit still and do nothing.. &lt;em&gt;I suppose I didn't learn that when I was younger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if your life is hectic and busy, find time to sit still and watch the clouds go by. And if you're always too free for everything, find things to do that will benefit yourself and others. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-8794752916413470266?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/8794752916413470266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=8794752916413470266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/8794752916413470266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/8794752916413470266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/09/loosen-up.html' title='Loosen up'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-5433952505605701314</id><published>2009-09-03T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T12:06:39.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The Last Goodbye</title><content type='html'>People always say, "Treat others well today, for fear you will not be able to see them again tomorrow." How life is a mystery to all - it comes and goes, but unknown to our human senses when it will be taken away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to not be too attached to "departing feelings"; even when my maternal grandmother left when I was about 12 I knew nothing about death. To me she just went to sleep in that special box of which those who sleep in it will never wake up again. I didn't shed a tear during her funeral, not realising the reason to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a friend's death about three years ago, I felt it. Sensing that loss in my heart, though we were not close friends in school. Her funeral was well attended by schoolmates, all the front pews full of uniformed students. During the goodbye speech by a good friend of hers, I was touched till tears trickled down. I knew deep inside she had crossed the line and entered a place we humans cannot enter, with joy. But I just couldn't accept reality that I would never see her again, nor give her that huge hug she loved so much. So young, 16 and she's left. God loved her more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to reality, attending many funerals after hers was like waves hitting me one after another. Every time I hear of someone's death - especially those of my friend's be it grandparent or parent, it stirs that sorrow within. What would it be if I were to be that friend, facing the death of someone I love - to say the last goodbye and not hearing any response in return? How would I tell myself that he/she has gone back to the Father and is safe from all pain and harm? How would I tell those beside me how great he/she has lived his/her life and that we should live our lives better as he/she wished? How am I going to say goodbye with a smile on my face when all that is in me turn their backs and mourn endlessly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We die. Anytime. I've been anxiously waiting, not to sit in the front pews any one of these days. I do not wish to do reading for the last time for anyone of them. I do not wish to say the last goodbye so soon. But who am I to say when I will sit there and when I will not. Who am I to wish for prolonged living, when everything is about pain and suffering. Who am I to decide when to die, or when to see others die. Such selfish being of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just pray and hope that in this short period we have on earth, life and death be according to Your will. May you comfort us in times of sorrow, and lead us to comfort others when their sorrow arises. Let it be done, as you will it to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-5433952505605701314?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/5433952505605701314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=5433952505605701314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5433952505605701314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5433952505605701314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-goodbye.html' title='The Last Goodbye'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-3268928069371768753</id><published>2009-09-02T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:41:26.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Dissatisfaction</title><content type='html'>Many times we complain. We grumble when things don't happen the way we want them to, or that they just don't satisfy us. We humans love to be loved, to be satisfied. But most times we get dissatisfied. What actually satisfies us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Money?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fame?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sleep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laughter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but I personally try &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; to be dissatisfied when things just walk the opposite direction to mine. It is hard yes, especially when you live such a good life as compared to those out there homeless, food-less, and what more to say internet-less and have no knowledge about computers at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself working so hard to get things satisfied for others. Why? I have no answer for that. Perhaps it's just by nature that it happens that way in my flow of blood. Or maybe that's how I was brought up - a developmental effect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite going through all that, I'm still not satisfied on my own part. What actually satisfies me, that's a question I'm longing for an answer. Without knowing what satisfies you, is like living a life without any goals to achieve. A dead living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what satisfies you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-3268928069371768753?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/3268928069371768753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=3268928069371768753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/3268928069371768753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/3268928069371768753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/09/dissatisfaction.html' title='Dissatisfaction'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-2839035857599336472</id><published>2009-09-01T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:46:25.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>words and phrases</title><content type='html'>This is one of the posts where I simply can't put into words what's in my head. So I'll just throw out those words and phrases, you join them up if you &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; and wish to know what's it all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;over and over again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anything more than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;road we travel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seeing truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;confused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all love, no hatred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beginning of the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hungry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;piles of sand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unjust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;knowledge and skills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unworthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jump&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the end?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Blah. :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-2839035857599336472?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/2839035857599336472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=2839035857599336472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/2839035857599336472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/2839035857599336472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/09/words-and-phrases.html' title='words and phrases'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-5524718631451081793</id><published>2009-08-31T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:13:40.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='involvement'/><title type='text'>KAYD Weekend</title><content type='html'>Kuching Archdiocesan Youth Day (KAYD) just ended. :) Well, the weekend passed but I'm sure the memories and fire are still bright and burning in the hearts of servants and participants alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to juggle three ministries (two hectic ones to be exact) was enough to keep me on my feet. I sort of enjoyed being able to serve to my limits and give my all despite the moments of 'argh' here and 'gasp' there when things did not go as I expected. Perhaps they were meant to be as such, else there's no excitement. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing youths from everywhere coming together as One, amazing. How God's love draws the hearts of many, young and old, far and near.. awesome, simply wonderful. Too magnificent for words; only actions can speak for His blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one will be in 2011. Hoping to see the participants for KAYD09 serving in KAYD11. Let us build God's kingdom for all generations! Praise the Lord! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-5524718631451081793?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/5524718631451081793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=5524718631451081793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5524718631451081793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5524718631451081793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/08/kayd-weekend.html' title='KAYD Weekend'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-1044395992398940970</id><published>2009-08-28T09:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T09:55:20.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unknown'/><title type='text'>Ngai em ti</title><content type='html'>Em ti cho mai.. li kia ngit tiam tiam em han. Kon to chiu chiu ngin hae oi chim ngai cho tung si. Sang ha ngai siong, hae ngai ket khiang, han hae gia sa mo pet sa ho chim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pun den sa to he tet jau tit kiok, mana boi ti met to ngai em han si. Se loi se hi, you cho lia cho ga. Hmm. Tet hae tet la.. em ti la. Chi to an em on lok cho an to. Kiang pet sa kong? Ahh. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keu liao la. Sia ket tho ten ha ngai pun thuk teu hin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-1044395992398940970?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/1044395992398940970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=1044395992398940970' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/1044395992398940970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/1044395992398940970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/08/ngai-em-ti.html' title='Ngai em ti'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-350000034061608235</id><published>2009-08-26T08:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:24:24.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Over</title><content type='html'>Got it over with. Ah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's done is done, no time machine can turn back the time. I suppose what we can do is learn from mistakes and do better next time. Oh, do you know that sometimes we often overlook the mistakes we've made, pretending they're not there... and we repeat those mistakes never realising how they affect your own self or others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I think mistakes are meant to be made at times, for without them we can never learn and grow to be better &lt;em&gt;homo sapiens&lt;/em&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's stand up again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The eye says: Punctuation marks tell a lot about someone's feelings in their writings. Check it out. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-350000034061608235?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/350000034061608235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=350000034061608235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/350000034061608235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/350000034061608235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/08/over.html' title='Over'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-8694948144444084419</id><published>2009-08-24T09:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:19:59.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Hotel-swim-shed-run-black.</title><content type='html'>The 4 of us walked up the stairs, gazing at the sparkles on all four walls. It was heaven-like, a perfect vacation. Just the right timing after all the chaos life brought itself upon. No baggages, just us and the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dip in the pool, how cooling. Fountains of fresh mountain water, bringing life to those who swim in it. All 4 of us went in, bringing the best of our burden hoping all would be washed away. Then a channel appeared. The sky turned dark. The waters we were in started rushing out and we found ourselves being rushed out too, with the water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended in the sea. Nothing but the horizon. A wave crushed on us, and we landed on the shore. Surprisingly we were all dry, not a single part of us was drenched. Next thing was, we all got up and walked into a shed that appeared few moments later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we entered the shed, the door closed behind us and started shaking. It felt as if an earthquake was happening, but we found the shed moving away from its grounds, taking us with it. The door flung open all of a sudden, and a dog-wolf-tiger creature sprang up out of nowhere taking a bite of my jeans. I had the shock of my life and started kicking my leg hoping to get it off, to no avail it took a strong grip. It was all so panicky and suddenly a friend said "God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob!" and the creature let loose. The shed was then still and the creature jumped out from the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few moments later a crocodile-bull-something crawled behind another friend and almost snapped her legs when this friend called out once more "God of Esau, ...(something something I forgot)" and that creature immediately closed its jaws and retreated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running out of the shed, two of us girls hunted for the hotel. We ran though the woods, crossed the streams and ran till we saw a row of shops. We ran to our car (goodness knows how the car ended itself there) and drove to some place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival, she parked and forgot to put the parking coupon, of which I reminded her. But she ran out of coupons and we looked up and saw a coupon stand and bought the RM4.20 set. But once we got the book, it was all used coupons. There were poked holes on different dates and time, and we asked for a new set. The lady had no other sets but just one piece, so we took the one piece and had it placed on the dashboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing to the place (which I assumed to be the hotel to get out belongings), we once again turned back to grab our laptops that were left in the car. I went back to get them, and then the event became blur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the image was clearer, both us girls ran under the rain with our laptops and when the rain got heavier, we stopped at a nearby stall. I carelessly left my friend's laptop (she held mine) there and only remembered when we reached the hotel which had no more sparkles on its walls. The moment she knew about it, she scolded me so badly that I shivered and all went black.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-8694948144444084419?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/8694948144444084419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=8694948144444084419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/8694948144444084419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/8694948144444084419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/08/hotel-swim-shed-run-black.html' title='Hotel-swim-shed-run-black.'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-6132642272919498228</id><published>2009-08-20T14:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T16:23:27.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='involvement'/><title type='text'>Back home</title><content type='html'>Got home two days ago after a whole long week of sessions with about 5 hours sleep at night to sustain the long hours during the day. Slept for 24 hours yesterday with 3 hours awake in between, broke my old record of 11 hours straight haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the trip to Thailand was tiring but fun in a way that we slept so little yet could stay awake the whole day without complaints. The first day itself already was hectic due to the fact that we almost missed our flight and heard our names being called over the microphone while in the washroom! The run-for-your-plane was funny since we raced a European lady whose name was called too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching there, my friend's luggage got spoilt so we had a long wait for baggage claims but it was worth the wait. 350 baht. We were patiently waited by Kit, our old ASC friend together with his student Bank who thankfully could speak English-Thai so we had a good chat in the car while Kit drove at 180km/hr. Even though the session had already started, we took time and had dinner by the sea on the Floating Island enjoying life. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sessions were great, in a way we learnt lots of new songs and actions and new words.. Not forgetting new friends and reuniting with old ASC friends - Reynard and Tui and Kit, Asian Team. The cultural night was funny yet fun, in which we from Malaysia performed bamboo dance which stirred the crowd to join us. My first time actually &lt;em&gt;performing&lt;/em&gt; it but it was great. All went well. Malaysia won the AIDS quiz (so kiasu) and we greatly honoured all the countries for setting up wonderful exhibition booths (especially Laos who won the exhibition corner).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a whole long week, goodbyes were exchanged; no tears though - as it was in the wee hours of the morning that most of the other countries left for the airport. The 3 of us went to Bangkok and visited Bank and Kit's school - so advanced! O.O My jaws practically dropped and my eyes couldn't stop staring in wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We departed at the Assumption Cathedral as UCAN office boy came to pick us up. Sad to leave but life has to move on. We should not hold on to people, but to the memories we had. At UCAN we did interviews and it was rather funny to sit on such high chair and speaking in front of the camera. But we were paid that evening with a trip to the night market where shopping was the best for us. I bought less as my parents mistakenly calculated and gave me RM70 (700 baht) ONLY while my other friends shopped till I had to help carry their goods. All the same, it was great. They even went for Thai massage. I didn't. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm back home, things had to be straightened out. College classes starting next week and camp preparations must be done for next month. Reports for this Thai trip to be out asap and I'm back to my busy life. Haha. Wish the trip was a week longer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to be posted up soon, perhaps on Bangkok city and food. I won't bore you with the session pictures. But if you want to see them, check out facebook. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-6132642272919498228?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/6132642272919498228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=6132642272919498228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/6132642272919498228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/6132642272919498228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-home.html' title='Back home'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-5830860418328543745</id><published>2009-08-16T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T10:35:01.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for laughs'/><title type='text'>A Barber in NY</title><content type='html'>There was once a very good barber in New York, who gave FREE haircuts to everybody who came into his shop to have their haircuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a florist went to him for a haircut. After the cut, he wanted to pay the barber, but the barber replied, 'It's alright, I cannot accept money from you. I am doing community service.' The florist was happy and left the shop. The next morning when the barber went to open his shop, there was a thank you card and a dozen roses waiting at his door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A policeman went for a haircut and he also wanted to pay the barber after the cut. But the barber replied, 'I cannot accept money from you. I am doing community service.' The cop was happy and left the shop. The next morning when the barber went to open his shop, there was a thank you card and a dozen donuts waiting at his door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Malaysian software engineer went for a haircut and he also wanted to pay the barber after the cut. But the barber replied, 'I cannot accept money from you. I am doing community service.' The Malaysian software engineer was very happy and left. The next morning when the barber went to open his shop, guess what he found there.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, think like a Malaysian....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you got the answer ........... ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on .............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess...................................................&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;a dozen Malaysians waiting for free haircuts! XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-5830860418328543745?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/5830860418328543745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=5830860418328543745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5830860418328543745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5830860418328543745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/08/barber-in-ny.html' title='A Barber in NY'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-7130822480726637033</id><published>2009-08-14T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T09:42:01.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Catholic Horse</title><content type='html'>One day while he was at the track playing the ponies and all but losing his shirt, Mitch noticed a priest who stepped out onto the track and blessed the forehead of one of the horses lining up for the 4th race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold, that horse - a very long shot - won the race! Before the next race, as the horses began lining up, Mitch watched with interest as the old priest step onto the track. Sure enough, as the 5th race horses came to the starting gate the priest made a blessing on the forehead of one of the horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch made a beeline for a betting window and placed a small bet on the horse. Again, even though it was another long shot, the horse the priest had blessed won the race. Mitch collected his winnings, and anxiously waited to see which horse the priest would bless for the 6th race. The priest again blessed a horse. Mitch bet big on it, and it won. Mitch was elated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the races continued the priest kept blessing long shot horses, and each one ended up coming in first. By and by, Mitch was pulling in some serious money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the last race, he knew his wildest dreams were going to come true. He made a quick dash to the ATM, withdrew all his savings, and awaited the priest's blessing that would tell him which horse to bet on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True to his pattern, the priest stepped onto the track for the last race and blessed the forehead of an old nag that was the longest shot of the day. Mitch also observed the priest blessing the eyes, ears, and hooves of the old nag. Mitch knew he had a winner and bet every cent he owned on the old nag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then watched dumbfounded as the old nag come in dead last. Mitch, in a state of shock, made his way down to the track area where the priest was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confronting the old priest he demanded, 'Father! What happened? All day long you blessed horses and they all won. Then in the last race, the horse you blessed lost by a Kentucky mile. Now, thanks to you I've lost every cent of my savings - all of it!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest nodded wisely and with sympathy. 'Son,' he said, 'that's the problem with you Protestants, you can't tell the difference between a simple blessing and last rites!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Eab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A story to remind us not to depend on gambling to earn a living. Work hard and God will bless your needs with great abundance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer: Not to offend anyone or any non-Catholic believers. This is just a story told with a lesson to learn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-7130822480726637033?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/7130822480726637033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=7130822480726637033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/7130822480726637033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/7130822480726637033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/08/catholic-horse.html' title='Catholic Horse'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-7686610857393468963</id><published>2009-08-11T18:46:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T19:34:54.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Sriracha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sa wa dee ka...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Sriracha now. The previous blog was written before I left, so it was scheduled to be posted today. Thailand is famous for its food and fruits. Here are some of them:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368660608907214466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SoFQYSGL_oI/AAAAAAAAAHE/fgf6DOdm4mI/s320/SL382557.JPG" /&gt; Stalls by the sea selling fresh lok-lok seafood and dishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368661216705666370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SoFQ7qUoXUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/IRmraibSrN4/s320/SL382559.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sotong the size bigger than my friend's palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368662215601261330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SoFR1zf5ixI/AAAAAAAAAHU/IhBNrtu0KNU/s320/SL382567.JPG" /&gt; Papaya salad - &lt;em&gt;som tam. &lt;/em&gt;RM8.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368663272785636930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SoFSzV0S7kI/AAAAAAAAAHc/RyKd-oYzDG4/s320/SL382572.JPG" /&gt; Pig's neck - &lt;em&gt;kho mu yang.&lt;/em&gt; RM 6 only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368664409983762162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SoFT1iNdPvI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Xjw6Z0UKs8Q/s320/SL382579.JPG" /&gt;Tom yam shrimp - &lt;em&gt;tom yam kung. &lt;/em&gt;RM15.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368665306117848770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SoFUpskePsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/niIZdxeX-IA/s320/SL382586.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Thai's best fish - &lt;em&gt;krapung. &lt;/em&gt;RM20.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's for now. Need to get back to dinner at 7pm (it's 8pm in Malaysia). Hungry and tired, lacking sleep. One more week to go. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-7686610857393468963?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/7686610857393468963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=7686610857393468963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/7686610857393468963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/7686610857393468963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/08/sriracha.html' title='Sriracha'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SoFQYSGL_oI/AAAAAAAAAHE/fgf6DOdm4mI/s72-c/SL382557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-660030611657253688</id><published>2009-08-11T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:32:00.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Away</title><content type='html'>While you are reading this, I am away for a South East Asia gathering somewhere outside Malaysia. It's a hectic August for me, with my schedule fully packed and more to come, finding empty slots in my planner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being away from home without guardians outside Malaysia is a first-time for me. I am no traveller, and my survival skills can be rated top from below. But yea, leaving it all in God's hands. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. how are you doing back home? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to find time to share my experience during my absence, and hopefully you will learn something too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sharing is caring, indirectly gaining.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-660030611657253688?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/660030611657253688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=660030611657253688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/660030611657253688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/660030611657253688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/08/away_11.html' title='Away'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-8142762111057542639</id><published>2009-08-06T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:49:40.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>H1N1</title><content type='html'>Everyone seems to be talking about it. Death toll rises daily, number of those infected is also increasing rapidly. Precationary steps must be taken to hopefully prevent the continuing spread of the deadly virus attacking the lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many schools were closed in Malaysia. Increasing number of higher learning institutions can be seen, and more and more people are getting worried? for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelling is a no-no. Going to public crowded areas is not encouraged. Masks are recommended. Perhaps getting a flu shot should be considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the sudden chaos anyway? How and why did it happen or spread in the very first place? I shiver to think of someone I know, or someone close to me lying in bed at the hospital quarantined. Such cold atmosphere, feeling all so lonely and rejected. I feel sorry for those whose family members were affected, those who left before us because of this pandemic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the reason behind all these tears and sorrow, grief and mourning, worries and fears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be exposing myself to such danger, but I pray all will be fine. Little do I want those around me to experience such downturn in their lives. All the same, always be careful I would say. Know your limits and take care of yourself, for no one else can do better than you yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's time to look at ourselves and think for others for once; for before you know it, I might be here today but gone tomorrow. At least live the best for today, now that the world is turning in such direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have no regrets. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-8142762111057542639?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/8142762111057542639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=8142762111057542639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/8142762111057542639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/8142762111057542639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/08/h1n1.html' title='H1N1'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-1344505558505391411</id><published>2009-08-03T22:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:32:53.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='involvement'/><title type='text'>Weekend Work</title><content type='html'>The weekend was spent with an inter-campus camp. The camp was actually running well on Sat until I got phone calls from the office and under unavoidable circumstances, I had to rush down from camp site to do the work. Skipped lunch, worked full hours straight and rushed. Pressured, watched, supervised; rushed back to camp site after the 5 hour strain. Had taize prayers that night and went straight to bed after that. Never in my life had I been so tired. Even ASC was not that bad. This time it felt like I ran the whole ASC for 1 whole month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. Finished camp. Came down rushed to office. It was 3pm and I stayed there till 1130pm. You may ask "Is that necessary?" I can't seem to find the right explanation for that. To say it is, I'm half-hearted. To say it's not, then what's with all the rush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Monday - got it all done. But there was a story behind. I was at the tip of finishing everything, when the computer jammed. It just lagged and stopped responding. I thought perhaps I worked a bit too fast so waited for the lag to stop. But it didn't, instead it remained frozen. Switched it off, and it restarted. But it stopped at the loading page. And never moved for the next half an hour. It was 1030am and I had to get things done by 11am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was losing myself then. Didn't know what to do, was so worried about the work which I saved inside the computer only, not externally. And I went to dad and he came over and saw to things. Switched it off. Waited. He &lt;em&gt;prayed over&lt;/em&gt; the computer, and it restarted. And all went well after that. No documents missing. The power of prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you reading this might not feel the real stress in handling such situations at the very last minute. Perhaps this does not apply to you. Perhaps this might even be a funny joke to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I can say is; despite the hecticness, the pressure, everything, God makes sure you are fit for it. He won't give you something you can't handle; he just wants you to take the extra step to do it for him. In my case, sacrifice. At the very last minute, this morning say - I was so tired from lacking of sleep after camp and burning midnight oil in the office, yet he kept me fit enough to just finish everything, and this afternoon I rested since all's done. He plans your path, and as long as you are willing to submit to him and face the waves that come alongside it, all plans will unfold nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my weekend story. For camp story, perhaps another day. A busy week ahead, but I'll make time, hopefully. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-1344505558505391411?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/1344505558505391411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=1344505558505391411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/1344505558505391411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/1344505558505391411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/08/weekend-work.html' title='Weekend Work'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-1653507980710780290</id><published>2009-07-31T10:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T10:28:08.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Why do we shout when in anger?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A spiritual story by Unknown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A saint who was visiting river to take bath found a group of family members on the banks, shouting in anger at each other. He turned to his disciples smiled and asked, 'Why do people shout in anger shout at each other?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disciples thought for a while, then one of them said, 'Because we lose our calm, we shout.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But, why should you shout when the other person is just next to you? You can as well tell him what you have to say in a soft manner,' asked the saint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disciples gave some other answers but none satisfied the other disciples. Finally the saint explained, 'When two people are angry at each other, their hearts distance a lot. To cover that distance they must shout to be able to hear each other. The angrier they are, the stronger they will have to shout to hear each other to cover that great distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when two people fall in love? They don't shout at each other but talk softly, Because their hearts are very close. The distance between them is either non-existent or very small...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saint continued, 'When they love each other even more, what happens? They do not speak, only whisper and they get even closer to each other in their love. Finally they even need not whisper, they only look at each other and that's all. That is how close two people are when they love each other.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at his disciples and said, 'So when you argue do not let your hearts get distant, Do not say words that distance each other more, or else there will come a day when the distance is so great that you will not find the path to return. They may end up in divorce courts, for instance.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-1653507980710780290?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/1653507980710780290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=1653507980710780290' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/1653507980710780290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/1653507980710780290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-do-we-shout-when-in-anger.html' title='Why do we shout when in anger?'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-4332290191516798211</id><published>2009-07-30T11:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T12:17:26.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>Upcoming</title><content type='html'>The document's out. Preparations must be done. Thought it was not right to do it that way, so we did it another way yet now it was consented to do the former. ...what a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, upcoming events!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered why sometimes we get soooo excited about a certain event coming up very very soon, and when the event date comes nearer by just a week, you tend to lose those anxiety and excitement? I suppose that happens when you have too much to look forward to, till you forget which one to be more excited about. And it's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems rather a tasteless feeling that things and people fail you one after another. As people would always say, give them another chance. Yea. Another chance. And another, and another, and another... so that you'll be given chances too, when it hits back on you one day. Ah... the counter-attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the same, :) I suppose smiling is still top on my list. It gets very annoying that you know the other side of being on one side of yourself. Doubt if you get what I mean, but it's so hard to think of the fuller half cup at times. Sometimes I wish to just pour everything away and start refilling once more. It frusts when you try to go against your own human self, knowing better of the spiritual self. Ahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all these upcoming events, I've been thinking whether I'm up for it. Whether I'm really into it now, as I awaited its arrival weeks and months ago. I don't know why all these were planned, but somehow I contradict myself lately. Perhaps leaving it up to God would be the best decision, yet at the same time to do some personal thinking as well. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I17edLkBDCo"&gt;GiveMeOnePureAndHolyPassion&lt;/a&gt; - song of my day. thoughts of my heart. cries of my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-4332290191516798211?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/4332290191516798211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=4332290191516798211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/4332290191516798211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/4332290191516798211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/07/upcoming.html' title='Upcoming'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-7099042979638499141</id><published>2009-07-27T16:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:22:16.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Coincidence?</title><content type='html'>Today was first day of exam. I suppose things were ok except the fact that there were some annoying signs from the working parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the same, on the way home today I stopped by the cake house to grab a long piece of raisin bread for grandma. At the same time, while leaving the place, was it just coincidence or God's plan; that I met a long-time-no-see good friend of mine who hardly came home for holidays and we hardly met ever since we last did. It's been a year, and my has she changed~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, all I did was scream her name in the car and dad stopped in the middle of the road and wound down the window and I just screamed her name, and she screamed mine. It was in the hot sun, in the middle of the road, alongside busy coffee shops and next to the hectic roadside traffic. Imagine the people watching us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hugged and hugged, and just couldn't stop laughing at such 'coincidence'. And we made future plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my point for the day; was it just coincidence? Or was it planned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For myself personally, many things happening in our life are planned. Think about it. Ever wondered why at times when we needed something we lacked, and the next moment, someone else comes with it? Or when we're rushing to a certain place and the traffic happens to be green all the way? Perhaps you would say, "Mine's red all the way!" Well, would you think in a way that if you rushed through the red lights, would it cause your life, or worse the lives of others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it is a belief or not, things do happen for a reason. Nothing is coincident unless you refuse to believe it is planned. So is it coincidence for you to read this post of mine? Or is it coincidence that we just happen to know each other as friends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-7099042979638499141?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/7099042979638499141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=7099042979638499141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/7099042979638499141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/7099042979638499141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/07/coincidence.html' title='Coincidence?'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-583903617839394995</id><published>2009-07-24T08:31:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T09:04:41.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Moments of Life</title><content type='html'>In life, there are moments when you miss someone so much that you feel like you could only fulfill your dreams by holding that person tight in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361822877082844834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SmkFf6EV_qI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hiLUIJWGZxk/s320/aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the door of happiness is closed, another opens; but many of us continue only to look at the closed door. As a result, we often fail to see the new door with its new opportunities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not trust appearances; they are often false. Do not interest yourself only in wealth; it may disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361823098866507202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SmkFs0RsHcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Vm_pKWDSmBc/s320/aa3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek someone who communicates with you in laughter, for laughter can turn a sad day into a joyful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream whatever you desire to dream. Go wherever you wish. Seek whatever you desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because life is unique and is dependent on how you shape it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lucky ones do not always have the best. Often, they seek simply the best of what they see on their journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your future happiness may well depend on your ability to leave the past behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live life to its fullest, and be positive always … in spite of difficult times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361824766782696658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SmkHN5v5bNI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GSLGDw1OhOE/s320/Picture20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To those who have left a mark in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to those who made you laugh when you really needed somebody ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who show you encouragement when you are down … &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To your friends, and those who just passed by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To those who look up to you for encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who need you at their side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never lose an opportunity to bring sunshine into the life of another. A few encouraging words could make a huge difference in someone’s life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life is more than just breathing. Real living is made up of moments that take your breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is beautiful, especially with good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361823898689547538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SmkGbX2XLRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/IJLr8nD1q3Y/s320/Picture13.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May every moment of your life be filled with joy. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/319250255852562688-583903617839394995?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/583903617839394995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=583903617839394995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/583903617839394995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/583903617839394995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/07/moments-of-life.html' title='Moments of Life'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SmkFf6EV_qI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hiLUIJWGZxk/s72-c/aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-1232296029274125559</id><published>2009-07-22T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:36:09.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for laughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Venturing Out</title><content type='html'>Ever felt at times you wish to try something new, something ..out of the ordinary? But contradicting that feeling is the thought of face, or the what would people think about me mindset which usually stops us from going out and trying new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually... one should just put them all aside for once, and feel the ultimate freedom. :) It's rather nice, once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I gave in to curling my hair. *gasps* It sounded so-really-not-me but the fun of running away without the goody-two shoes for once, is unforgettable. *big smile* Despite that, it seems fine now as I type this. My hair's back to normal. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Your turn. :) Put a foot outside your circle and experience the difference altogether in that short period of time. It might be as simple as curling your straight hair or as complex as making a life decision... :) easy or hard, dare yourself for the challenges that come your way through those steps you take, and embrace the fun time you'll bound to have!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-1232296029274125559?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/1232296029274125559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=1232296029274125559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/1232296029274125559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/1232296029274125559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/07/venturing-out.html' title='Venturing Out'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-5179448020274657755</id><published>2009-07-20T08:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:24:42.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Blog has been rather quiet... because of the fact that everything's been just about deadlines and rushing rushing here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's been going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my days were spent in front of the computer screen, be it MS Word or Explorer or Media Player. So you can guess what I've been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days countdown to the big trip are reducing. Somehow problems start creeping out and miscommunications occur. Disappointments were there, but second chances were given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Involvements have got to reduce for the time being, but it seems that the more I let go, the more new things come about and knock on my door. And these are no joke; all so challenging. I suppose that's how life moves ..in circles. When you're done with one, you're up for another. You can either be going to face a new problem, or are facing one now, or just finished settling your problem. You can never run away from them..for they are meant to teach you something new each time. It's how you carry yourself when you face these scenarios that make a great difference on how 'stressful' you will live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam's coming soon. It's been 2 months just like that. After the big Asian Session &amp;amp; Council (ASC) in St Lukas, and IYCS leaving us KYCS great memories, I sort of miss it. The rush. Thanks to this, I got to know more new friends, and old friends became even closer. Thank you Lord~ So, exam. What to say, I'm admitting when the going gets tough, I tend to slack.... *screams in desperation* Assignment to submit in few days, and yeah. *smile* (Oh no~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was spent at the ecumenical centre, whole day for the spiritual growth seminar conducted by Holy Cross Ministry. I would say I spent 14 hours out of home, and 10 hours on the laptop. I'm glad I survived the long hours with the tiny strain in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... that's about it. There are more events coming up. More BIG events..all of them. Hmm, may the good Lord continue to guide us in our daily living. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-5179448020274657755?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/5179448020274657755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=5179448020274657755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5179448020274657755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5179448020274657755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/07/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-970430006822739971</id><published>2009-07-16T11:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T11:56:57.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>New YOUTH BLOG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Calling ALL youths!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Check this OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our very own &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kchadyouth.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOUTH BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; with news covering from all parishes, and events happening all over the Archdiocese of Kuching! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Click on it and spread the word!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/319250255852562688-970430006822739971?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/970430006822739971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=970430006822739971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/970430006822739971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/970430006822739971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-youth-blog.html' title='New YOUTH BLOG!'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-906299969738339088</id><published>2009-07-14T10:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:21:07.093+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Maybe</title><content type='html'>Maybe.. we were supposed to meet the wrong people before meeting the right one so that, when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.. it is true that we don't know what we have until we lose it, but it is also true that we don't know what we have been missing until it arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.. the brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; after all, you can't go on successfully in life until you let go of your past mistakes, failures and heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.. you should hope for enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.. the happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.. the best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.. happiness waits for all those who cry, all those who hurt, all those who have searched, and all those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of all the people who have touched their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.. you should do something nice for someone every single day, even if it is simply to leave them alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.. there are moments in life when you miss someone - a parent, a spouse, a friend, a child - so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real, so that once they are around you appreciate them more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they will love you back. Don't expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart; but, if it doesn't, be content that it grew in yours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.. you should dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go, be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you dream of, and want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358139616994990882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Slvvl8_vGyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/iBXi2_8RGqM/s320/aa5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Life is only traveled ONCE,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today’s MOMENT becomes TOMORROW’s MEMORY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy every moment, good or bad, because the GIFT of LIFE is LIFE itself…."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-906299969738339088?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/906299969738339088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=906299969738339088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/906299969738339088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/906299969738339088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/07/maybe.html' title='Maybe'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Slvvl8_vGyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/iBXi2_8RGqM/s72-c/aa5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-6235293639026223670</id><published>2009-07-11T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:27:25.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='involvement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Stop to Look</title><content type='html'>As I drove this afternoon and there was this mini roundabout I passed. I saw two cars eventually coming and yet I didn't brake. My right leg was on the brake pedal but I just didn't step on it. Instead I made the car slow down and the guy behind got really angry that you-know-what-drivers-do-when-they're-angry. Would just consider myself blessed so as not to be crashed and not to get the car crashed with my mum and cousins crashed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I drove rather quietly, hearing the words of advice from mum of which she panicked etc.. I thought to myself, I questioned myself in fact; why &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; I stop??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it was a tiring day, or perhaps the moody weather and the cooling air-con in the car, or maybe the smooth flow of the drive preventing me from breaking the motion.. I don't know. I was confused myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now come to think of it. I &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; have stopped. The consequences were far more worse than I thought, but I overlooked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been so caught up with things; involvements, priorities, passion, dedication.. Sometimes I don't even know what I'm busy with. And with all these things crowding around me, confusing me, I tend to overlook a lot of things. Seemed to have failed in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today's experience was one to remind to stop for a moment and do a check on myself. What IS my priority? What IS the thing I &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; be busy-ing with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps getting things organised would do me good, to keep me on the go again. Or perhaps a cup of tea just to sit and list them all down would grant me freedom from confusion. And the commitment to do that - that's the first step to take. Never easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357192301185762450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SliSA6mihJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/JiBYeemh1Os/s320/Stop_and_look_at_yourself.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-6235293639026223670?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/6235293639026223670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=6235293639026223670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/6235293639026223670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/6235293639026223670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/07/stop-to-look.html' title='Stop to Look'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SliSA6mihJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/JiBYeemh1Os/s72-c/Stop_and_look_at_yourself.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-8749424430773971186</id><published>2009-07-10T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:18:22.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Call On Jesus</title><content type='html'>A beautiful piece by Nicole C. Mullen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XYeNfXpZ0pU"&gt;Call on Jesus&lt;/a&gt; sung by Darlene Zschech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verse 1:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so very ordinary, nothing special on my own.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, I have never walked on water,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I have never calmed a storm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I'm hiding away from the madness around me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a child who's afraid of the dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when I call on Jesus,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All things are possible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can mount on wings like eagles' and soar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I call on Jesus,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mountains are gonna fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause He'll move heaven and earth to come rescue me when I call&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La la la la la, la la la la la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verse 2:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weary brother, broken daughter,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;widowed, widowed lover, you're not alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you're tired and scared of the madness around you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you can't find the strength to carry on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you call on Jesus,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All things are possible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can mount on wings like eagles' and soar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you call on Jesus,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mountains are gonna fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause He'll move heaven and earth to come rescue you when you--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bridge:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Call Him in the mornin', in the afternoon time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Late in the evenin' He'll be there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When your heart is broken,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you feel discouraged,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can just remember that He said He'll be there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus (2x):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I call on Jesus,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All things are possible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can mount on wings like eagles' and soar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I call on Jesus,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mountains are gonna fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause He'll move heaven and earth to come rescue me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(back to top first time, 2nd time finish with "when I call")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la-a-a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately with all the hard-hit news coming to me one after another, shocking the mind out of me, this song truly inpires me to keep on moving.. For without God by my side, without Jesus being my light, I can't go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends can be there for you, but nothing compares to the shelter and warmth he alone can provide. But friends are signs that God cares, so thank you Lord for these people; and thank You too - you know who you are. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-8749424430773971186?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/8749424430773971186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=8749424430773971186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/8749424430773971186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/8749424430773971186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/07/call-on-jesus.html' title='Call On Jesus'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-3946097457386866748</id><published>2009-07-09T18:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:58:25.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><title type='text'>Who Am I</title><content type='html'>Who am I&lt;br /&gt;to be the one called&lt;br /&gt;to be the one picked&lt;br /&gt;to be the one for it&lt;br /&gt;to be the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I&lt;br /&gt;to be the one from little town of Bethlehem&lt;br /&gt;to be the one not looked at&lt;br /&gt;to be the one unknown&lt;br /&gt;to be the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I&lt;br /&gt;to be the one seen from the pits&lt;br /&gt;to be the one no other can win&lt;br /&gt;to be the one that always splits&lt;br /&gt;to be the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I&lt;br /&gt;to be the one to say what's right and what's wrong&lt;br /&gt;to be the one qualified for the throne&lt;br /&gt;to be the one uplifted from the hole&lt;br /&gt;to be the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I&lt;br /&gt;to be the one child of God&lt;br /&gt;to be the one worthy of His love&lt;br /&gt;to be the one deserving His blessings&lt;br /&gt;to be the one.. me.&lt;br /&gt;to be the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, Lord?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-3946097457386866748?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/3946097457386866748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=3946097457386866748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/3946097457386866748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/3946097457386866748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-3966360750469800907</id><published>2009-07-09T16:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:41:44.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Shocking News!</title><content type='html'>I. am. so. shocked. So. shocked. So. shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a phone call. 1 minute ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is worst than the death of my puppy. How to face this one???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. can't. close. my. mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.h.o.c.k.e.d. So so shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody. My heart stopped beating. Almost hyperventilated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-3966360750469800907?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/3966360750469800907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=3966360750469800907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/3966360750469800907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/3966360750469800907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/07/shocking-news.html' title='Shocking News!'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-4458362311272724214</id><published>2009-07-06T08:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T08:32:37.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Xiao Di Di</title><content type='html'>Today is my xiao di di's birthday. He's now 18, legal. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this person in January. When I entered first day of class, he was there already. At first I thought he was a friend of some other friends of mine, or went into the wrong class, or something.. but he was actually a new student in my class. XP Hence the handshakes and introduction was made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout these 6 months studying together, I realized that there IS such thing as unending sarcasm and that one can be so pessimist towards life yet live to see it crumble? But there is also the good side of him that he reveals only to the known and when needed. Hmm. All the same, this person finally came into my class as the person whom I can speak English to, for the rest are mostly Mandarin speakers. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the "pain" this person gave me, and is still giving me, it is indeed an honor to be his classmate. To have someone who scores 19/20 for Bio test and still owes us KFC, and still owes me a lot of stories on 'retrenchment' and 'stories-I'll-never-understand', God has really been gracious to let me meet and know you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and since you are 18, practise wisdom ya. :) Hope my leaves have helped you in one way or another. Thank you for being my friend and brother; for being there when in times of need. May you have a blessed birthday and many great returns for a great future filled with hope~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-4458362311272724214?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/4458362311272724214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=4458362311272724214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/4458362311272724214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/4458362311272724214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/07/xiao-di-di.html' title='Xiao Di Di'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-248042199633886066</id><published>2009-07-04T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T09:39:48.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Work &amp; Life Stress?</title><content type='html'>A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said:&lt;br /&gt;"If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups... And then you began eyeing each other's cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now consider this: Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of Life we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided us."&lt;br /&gt;God brews the coffee, not the cups.......... Enjoy your coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The happiest people don't have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Author unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-248042199633886066?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/248042199633886066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=248042199633886066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/248042199633886066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/248042199633886066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/07/work-life-stress.html' title='Work &amp; Life Stress?'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-6902924839557398560</id><published>2009-07-02T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:57:42.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Shoulder Support</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There will be times when we encounter experiences of being alone, confused, rejected.. and terribly in need of someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are other times when the worse got better of us and we feel the world falling down on us as we split ourselves unknowingly, piece by piece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those times, have we ever wondered; what actually was happening to us? Why were we acting that way? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's normal human reaction to a stimulus - or an event that impacts us emotionally or mentally - something that we can never understand why, for in the beginning we were created this way. And it is good, as a matter of fact. To be able to realise the need to release; to realise the feeling of oneself in a certain situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in the midst of all these 'down' moments, there is a shoulder support somewhere next to us. Whether we realise it or not, it is there. And it is always ready, waiting for us to give the SOS signal - despite the uncertain thoughts we have of that support. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So at times of desperation, do not hesitate to look for a shoulder for support. :) They are there, just put pride aside and call out for once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353845803657218530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SkyuZH00SeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/H-SIDvphOYQ/s320/dog+n+cat.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-6902924839557398560?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/6902924839557398560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=6902924839557398560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/6902924839557398560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/6902924839557398560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/07/shoulder-support.html' title='Shoulder Support'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/SkyuZH00SeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/H-SIDvphOYQ/s72-c/dog+n+cat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-1500059948013681930</id><published>2009-07-01T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:21:17.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>My Child</title><content type='html'>My child&lt;br /&gt;I saw it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the light&lt;br /&gt;fading&lt;br /&gt;I saw the gift&lt;br /&gt;reducing&lt;br /&gt;I saw the star&lt;br /&gt;glowing fainter&lt;br /&gt;I saw it, I saw it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My child&lt;br /&gt;Why the stutter&lt;br /&gt;why the agenda of closing&lt;br /&gt;why the eyes of ground&lt;br /&gt;I saw it, I saw it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My child&lt;br /&gt;Look up&lt;br /&gt;Look at the beautiful skies&lt;br /&gt;Look at the birds go by&lt;br /&gt;Look at the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Look at me.&lt;br /&gt;Look at me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-1500059948013681930?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/1500059948013681930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=1500059948013681930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/1500059948013681930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/1500059948013681930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-child.html' title='My Child'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-4445413120321744756</id><published>2009-06-30T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:07:05.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Recalling</title><content type='html'>Now is the season of reunion. Near and far, friends come back to visit those who are stuck in hometown.  And would you look at them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been only about 2 years that separation occurred. Recalling what happened approximately during 5 years ago, indeed time and place change things around. Not to say it is bad, but it's all part of growing up and building of personality. :) Somehow, glad to see the good changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, good old memories should remain. We should never forget our base. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-4445413120321744756?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/4445413120321744756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=4445413120321744756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/4445413120321744756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/4445413120321744756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/06/recalling.html' title='Recalling'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-9009544219788622007</id><published>2009-06-29T20:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:37:02.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>That Piece in front</title><content type='html'>What's life without putting on the other piece?&lt;br /&gt;The other piece that everyone has, that everyone embraces&lt;br /&gt;That false piece&lt;br /&gt;A shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's life if the piece is changed?&lt;br /&gt;A better life?&lt;br /&gt;Happier, merrier and joyful surroundings?&lt;br /&gt;The piece that kills it all&lt;br /&gt;A murderer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's life when there's none of that piece at all?&lt;br /&gt;The piece that everyone longs so much for&lt;br /&gt;The piece that grants eternal freedom&lt;br /&gt;indeed&lt;br /&gt;The piece that hides all from naked eyes&lt;br /&gt;The piece that no one can see&lt;br /&gt;yet&lt;br /&gt;What's life when all's torn away&lt;br /&gt;when all's left exposed&lt;br /&gt;when all's&lt;br /&gt;out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would it be&lt;br /&gt;for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-9009544219788622007?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/9009544219788622007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=9009544219788622007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/9009544219788622007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/9009544219788622007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/06/that-piece-in-front.html' title='That Piece in front'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-7895811320838860002</id><published>2009-06-28T13:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:02:25.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Kept</title><content type='html'>With the current status, it would be best to stay put and keep safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing what's outside yet staying in for the day, a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-7895811320838860002?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/7895811320838860002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=7895811320838860002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/7895811320838860002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/7895811320838860002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/06/kept.html' title='Kept'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-8765829080637072197</id><published>2009-06-27T13:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:41:00.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>all jumbled up</title><content type='html'>Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like writing something yet at the same time I don't have a specific topic or issue to write about. Was viewing facebook and seeing more pictures of ASC coming in. Post-ASC gatherings and all.. are not just about the food. Neither are they about the people.. (though for most people, they would come back just to see each other and enjoy their company)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASC ended 2 weeks ago. How fast. Seems all so 'dead' now that the BIG event just passed.. It's that time of the year where old boards will pass down (hand over) duties to the incoming new boards. Was observing one meeting at one school and it turned out fine to me, except the fact that I'm going there as an observer, no longer a member. A senior to share experience and to guide, no more to lean on others and grab hold. How things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known to only a few, the four of us have been selected to be stand-by-ers for the schools. Now that I announced it here, it won't be &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; different than usual ordinary flow...just an addition of 4 fishing hooks on the river bank. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to be fish, now a hook. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, yea time really flew past me. It was as if yesterday I stepped into the new school for the first time. Now I'm out of it already. And moulded for more stepping-in-s. Will be attacking schools very soon so... watch out! (If you happen to know what I'm writing here, keep it to yourself first haha) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I doubt you do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, decision-making.. hmm. Another issue. I slept over it for so many nights yet couldn't make up my mind.... Hou fan ah. How I wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what else to write about. So I'll end here and when something new pops out, might put them in here again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-8765829080637072197?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/8765829080637072197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=8765829080637072197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/8765829080637072197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/8765829080637072197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-jumbled-up.html' title='all jumbled up'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-2649494415966092605</id><published>2009-06-26T15:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:41:32.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='involvement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Giving or Running?</title><content type='html'>That trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS it just an excuse I'm giving, not to go? The signs clearly showing up in front of me.. NOT to go. Even the one who has the final say finally put forth his views. "Should let others go.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there comes the latch. Contradictions. Encouragements. "If you don't go, how would you be trained?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking up excuses, finding out pros and cons of going. Doing SWOT analysis. What to do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To decide in 3 days! Someone... I want a hug..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-2649494415966092605?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/2649494415966092605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=2649494415966092605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/2649494415966092605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/2649494415966092605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/06/giving-or-running.html' title='Giving or Running?'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-1179140358296470574</id><published>2009-06-25T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:41:48.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Getting Rest</title><content type='html'>It's coming to the end of June, the middle month of the year. How time flies. If felt for me, as if January was just yesterday. I must have been "dreaming" a little too much these few months.. Perhaps the hectic preparation for the ASC cum lectures cum work cum other commitments blew it off. Only today got to really stay home and rest. Felt different though, not 'on-the-go', so unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, it's about time too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while. When was the last time you actually take time to eat slowly and just savor the taste of food? When was the last time a trip to the beach was made and it was just you and nature blending? When was the last time someone called you out for a drink and there you stayed and talked until time was forgotten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is important, but at times we should remember that the person working is even more important. For without the worker, there's no work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think it's about time to just grab a chair, have a glass of leamonade and sit back; watch the world go by for just one day. The chilling out - heals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get rest, if you have not. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-1179140358296470574?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/1179140358296470574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=1179140358296470574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/1179140358296470574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/1179140358296470574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-rest.html' title='Getting Rest'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-1855143651507317757</id><published>2009-06-24T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:01:18.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Rising Nerves</title><content type='html'>Usually I won't publish here what's going on at this very moment I am typing now.. but this post is exceptional. I'll just dump what's in me right here, right now. Just ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting very annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop's urgh killing my patience. I can't help getting you for such a reasonable bargain and yet you befriend me this way. Reformatted you TWICE when I only had you for less than 8 months??!! Keyboard went haywire, lousy genuine test thing, keep swallowing my data, blocking my task manager, stupid viruses coming in even with kaspersky, lagging my head off. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more. Eat my Adobe now I can't get my assignments done. Installed yet you stupidly refuse to accept such good offer! Kept corrupting my files! And still continue to lag my nerves till it got loose.. Strangle you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write about it also no use. Later this laptop angry shut down by itself, don't want to publish this post. What's wrong....??? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or are things around me just happen to make me get irritated easily. With the end of my job in near future, and more work piling up for college now that deadlines are near and assignments not really done.... and there's an increase in demand for more service, for.. ahh. I'll just keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since that day, I have wanted to really go for it. Apparently all the CONS started coming in once I voiced out. This la, that la. Later this, later that. You cannot this, you cannot that. Ugh. Stupid la. Haih. Why. Of all times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's ... ah forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say also no use. Won't make the world change. Apparently spilling out now and then to others already. Sigh. This shouldn't be happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone. Take it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-1855143651507317757?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/1855143651507317757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=1855143651507317757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/1855143651507317757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/1855143651507317757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/06/rising-nerves.html' title='Rising Nerves'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-3223152656623293540</id><published>2009-06-23T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:18:16.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><content type='html'>Upon hearing someone coming after the job I have been doing, it feels rather selfish to let it go.. off to someone foreign yet known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately when the caller ended the call, I knew it was time. But it's been so close to me, the environment of work.. something I wanted to put a stop to, yet with a heavy heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Title seems so cliche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when in need to be at a certain place, something else pops out and crashes your planned event.. and both are of equal importance.. to stay put or to leave? Dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to '&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NRn7Gc30LPI"&gt;Proud of You&lt;/a&gt;' by Fiona Fung; can I really fly? Or is it really time for me to fly? I've been anticipating for this moment to open my wings and fly.. but it seems there's more sacrifices to make before I can really break free. So much for flying.. I can't let go just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the saying goes, &lt;em&gt;Let go and let God&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-3223152656623293540?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/3223152656623293540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=3223152656623293540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/3223152656623293540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/3223152656623293540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/06/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-5180958656429748370</id><published>2009-06-22T08:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:21:19.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;All these while there has been a mist in front of me. Took for granted to ignore it, but it turned out to be more than a mist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A mist can just be the waking of a dawn, or it might even be the beginning of a haze season. The consequences of both, you know it yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mine used to be just the beginning of dawn, something simple and serene.. Now it seems to show more danger signs in a way that haze is coming. In fact, it is already here. A little mistake to overlook it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So dear friends, if you have mist experiences, do check it out. It might be just dawn or perhaps worse, haze. Let's hope for the first ya. Better be safe than sorry. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349939955844008098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Sj7OC23ASKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fhkzPeCXoNs/s320/TheMist.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Credits to the owner of this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-5180958656429748370?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/5180958656429748370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=5180958656429748370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5180958656429748370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5180958656429748370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/06/mist.html' title='Mist'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Sj7OC23ASKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fhkzPeCXoNs/s72-c/TheMist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-5911480730896186209</id><published>2009-06-20T13:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T07:42:56.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>To come in peace</title><content type='html'>For the many times we fail each other, we reconcile and make peace. Ain't that nice? (If we can do it ALL the time?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When understanding comes our way, we feel that great feeling of relief, where we just 'sigh' and smile. Peace can never be achieved by only one person. It needs two people, at least to have it running down the stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are just gifted in making peace - for that they are called peace-makers. I suppose we all can make peace too, especially in the little little squabbles or misunderstanding that come our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, at the same time we should make peace in order to have a more peaceful country, and peaceful citizens. Can't afford to have yellings and screamings of bad words all around our neighbourhood, can we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, we need to make peace with ourselves. How? You know yourselves best. Please yourselves, just as how you would please your loved ones. I'm sure we deserve love and peace as much as others do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-5911480730896186209?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/5911480730896186209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=5911480730896186209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5911480730896186209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/5911480730896186209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-come-in-peace.html' title='To come in peace'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-7561591533572316470</id><published>2009-06-19T12:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:55:55.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Reality Check</title><content type='html'>"Get real, man. That's the truth. That's reality!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality. A word. A hit. A slap on the face. A wake up call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's real in this world we live in? Us people? The things we have, those that we live with? The mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, at times when things do not go our way, we refuse to accept that as reality. We (dyingly) want to dwell in the scene where we hoped to be, hoped to live in, hoped to have. Despite its impossibilities. Why so, I can't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get back to reality. Some things are not meant to go our way, hence let it be. Let time play its part to fill in the desires of your heart, and one day - one day it will come. One day it will happen, just as you wished it to. The time will come. All it takes is a little patience. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's wait together ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-7561591533572316470?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/7561591533572316470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=7561591533572316470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/7561591533572316470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/7561591533572316470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/06/reality-check.html' title='Reality Check'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-832533777965196018</id><published>2009-06-17T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:21:38.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Ignorance</title><content type='html'>You trailed after me when things went out of your way,&lt;br /&gt;You scared me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You looked at me with screening eyes,&lt;br /&gt;You chilled me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sent me words that never belonged to you,&lt;br /&gt;You caused fear in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You criticised and blamed those around me,&lt;br /&gt;You made me develop the barrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You weren't happy when all those you've done were never returned,&lt;br /&gt;You blamed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never took it serious, lest when you did it was too serious,&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't fit it on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You grinded your teeth when jealousy took over,&lt;br /&gt;You added more bricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were never sincere enough to tell me in face,&lt;br /&gt;You made me walk the other path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told everyone about it but me,&lt;br /&gt;You just ruined it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I ignored you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I wasn't reacting like how you expected me to.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I could not be the person you want me to be.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry all these had to happen to you, but you're just not for me.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry I'm not for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you the very best in your future undertakings. We can always be together, but not in such a way as you hoped it to be. I hope you understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-832533777965196018?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/832533777965196018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=832533777965196018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/832533777965196018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/832533777965196018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/06/ignorance.html' title='Ignorance'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-6776745151001486273</id><published>2009-06-16T09:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:13:33.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='involvement'/><title type='text'>End of ASC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Sjb31-5vjAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GdDEosafNLg/s1600-h/4759_1152731306098_1462112317_30400452_680671_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347734114339359746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Sjb31-5vjAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GdDEosafNLg/s320/4759_1152731306098_1462112317_30400452_680671_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;ASC just ended. Everyone is writing about it. The people, the experiences, the events.. and everyone's missing it too. Hard to admit, but so am I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't write from Day 1 to Day 14, since most days had similar agendas. I would just share the summary from my own experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a memorable event. Awesome! (as Evelyn would term it), best LOC (as Asian team called us), Great! (as Kak Steph said). I myself would say, we are not the best LOC, but we just performed the very best we could by keeping ourselves focussed on God, and it turned out just fine, well, smooth. Praise God! Despite some glitches, miscommunication, minor problems here and there, we LOCs left an unforgettable memory in the hearts of our delegates, and we learnt a whole lot of new lessons from the delegates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the many ups and downs, from the 40 days of Lent, entering Holy Week and finally facing Good Friday, the very much anticipated Easter came. The day when all things fell into places nicely, just as God planned them in the first place. Finally we stood on top of the mountain, enjoying the final view of the whole ASC after months of climbing and slipping now and then along the way. Thank you Lord. :) I'm just happy this offering is the best offering we could give to the Lord, and I pray we can give more in future!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To view photos, please find from facebook accounts of our Mutimedia Crew. To read more about stories from the event, please find from facebook, blogspot or multiply blogs. There are too many for me to list down, but I'm sure they're not too hard to find. :) There's a purpose for putting up links of 'people called friends' somewhere down there (scroll down), you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone for support and prayers! :) God bless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ASC ends, but it's the beginning of something even more exciting! Are you up for it??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-6776745151001486273?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/6776745151001486273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=6776745151001486273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/6776745151001486273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/6776745151001486273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/06/end-of-asc.html' title='End of ASC'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Sjb31-5vjAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GdDEosafNLg/s72-c/4759_1152731306098_1462112317_30400452_680671_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-8719585144650295293</id><published>2009-05-31T11:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:50:52.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Shaken</title><content type='html'>Two days ago, something happened at home. Dad and mum were away traveling so grandma and I were the only ones at home with the dog. It was a little after midnight when the incident happened... and I was terribly shaken by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Door lock opening, latches unlatched. I trembled, for once I felt the greatest fear I ever experienced.. and this incident left a deep mark. A very deep mark that I doubt will ever go away except haunt me back again in future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story to be told only to the known. A story.. no one will ever understand lest they themselves experience being in my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-8719585144650295293?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/8719585144650295293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=8719585144650295293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/8719585144650295293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/8719585144650295293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/05/shaken.html' title='Shaken'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-973276958519602177</id><published>2009-05-29T10:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T10:17:10.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='involvement'/><title type='text'>4 Days and COUNTING down</title><content type='html'>ASC.............. 4 days to go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited. Are you? International event....when on earth would we, STUDENTS (mostly age ranging 16 - 21) have another chance to organize such GREAT event??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it.. WAOW. Amazing how God works. Apparently now suddenly got free time to write something. Usually I won't have time to even go to toilet at times just for the sake of MSNing or eBUDDYing other LOCs. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. what to say. I'm getting excited. :D Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph jie said to us coordinators: "We must go all out for it. In other countries when ASC is being organized, their full time coordinators and working teams are SENIOR COLLEGE STUDENTS and ADULTS. And us, we Kuching YCS organize this with a team of SECONDARY SCHOOL STUDENTS, coordinated by fresh school leavers. We have studies problem, tuition problem, transport problem.. parents.. exams... and they don't have AS MUCH problems as we do! Now that's what we should be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;proud&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of!!" That hit it. We are &lt;u&gt;younger in age&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;lacking in experience&lt;/u&gt;, but we can do as &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; as others could, for it is the LORD who is working in us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's impossible for him?? &lt;strong&gt;Nothing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all these motivation, affirmation, assurance and signs from God, why worry when it is GOD who's doing the work? We're only his hands and feet. Why complain and fear? Why not rejoice and be joyful for God is using US, &lt;u&gt;specially&lt;/u&gt; CHOSEN for this event?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited for this. I used to worry about the financial thingy....but now come to think of it, why worry when God will mutiply loaves and fishes, God will tranform water into wine, and God will provide donkey for entrance into Jerusalem.??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God is so good ~ Alleluia!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are counting down the days.... and you won't hear from me until 2 weeks later. Hehe! Perhaps I'll even find time to write a few lines during the event itself! Sharing of God's glory. So LOCs, GEAR UP! For God's glory! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;John 17:23 "With me in them and you in me, may they be so perfected in unity that the world will recognise that it was YOU who sent me and that YOU have loved them as you have loved me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-973276958519602177?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/973276958519602177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=973276958519602177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/973276958519602177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/973276958519602177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/05/4-days-and-counting-down.html' title='4 Days and COUNTING down'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-3033863353511049314</id><published>2009-05-28T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T11:50:44.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Of Mineral Water and Coordinator</title><content type='html'>This morning was at college. For a reason to get mineral water bottle supplies from Coordinator. Apparently Miss Early was there already, alone. Went up to hunt for Coordinator but she went somewhere so decided to wait with Miss Early. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the mineral water boxes were transfered, we had a friendly talk. It seemed that neither her nor us was happy with the separation. Spending 3-months together felt so short a time to know each other better, now that we won't have such great opportunity anymore. But one thing to be happy about is that she has finally chosen the right path in which she will enjoy and treasure most. Sad though it seems, but it's a door to a new walk of life. And for that we must rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost got her into tears, which would be a true witness to the bond we've built. Here's wishing you the very best, and with many thanks for a great experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-3033863353511049314?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/3033863353511049314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=3033863353511049314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/3033863353511049314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/3033863353511049314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/05/of-mineral-water-and-coordinator.html' title='Of Mineral Water and Coordinator'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-6010237315709849162</id><published>2009-05-26T08:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:16:05.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='involvement'/><title type='text'>Don't know what title</title><content type='html'>Seriously I have no idea what to write. So many things happening these few days, and my brain's been working extra hours without complaining.. yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Youth Easter.Rally 09 was AWESOME. The preparations were killing everyone but the result was so GREAT that we all rose from the dead in the end. So many things happened during the 3-days conference. It was really a start for greater things. Just the right timing. Thank you Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In line with that, ASC is just.. a week away. O.o I would say most things are almost done, yet not done... A lot of final things to be finalized. Committees are not helping with slow replies and pending requests. Well, everybody's got work to do.. and we can only accomplish our work IF everybody works together... :) T-shirts are coming out from the shells but booklets are still in the eggs not ready to break the shell yet. Things to buy are yet to be bought. And for once my file is full in one day's printing of updates. But all the same, let's work together to make it happen for God's glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TC's another one. I'm actually starting to let go of it slowly. I shouldn't be holding on to it anyway. But the experience I got from working with different people here is definitely a memorable and priceless one. About time I stand my ground now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I have so many more things to talk about. Somehow I think I need to clone myself to do more work at the same time. Apparently now multitasking and shifting windows Alt-Tab Alt-Tab non-stop trying to figure out what else to write. Hmm. Will be busy off starting tomorrow until....14 June for the ASC. Hopefully will have enough consciousness and energy to go back to class on 15 June - and that I don't sleep in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work! I'm losing a few kgs already from all the mental movements. Haha. O.o Hope I don't bore you with these blah-ness. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-6010237315709849162?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/6010237315709849162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=6010237315709849162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/6010237315709849162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/6010237315709849162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-know-what-title.html' title='Don&apos;t know what title'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-7899378478052879903</id><published>2009-05-22T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T13:11:55.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='involvement'/><title type='text'>The Pre-WEEK</title><content type='html'>It is so near now.... and so many things happening. Just a while ago I met a lady and there was conversation between us and WHOLA she sponsored gifts for the event, of which I thought of buying. Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's with all this rushing and tense situations...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11th International Young Christian Students (IYCS) Asian Session &amp;amp; Council (ASC)2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first-time ever to be held in SARAWAK, in KUCHING by KUCHING YCS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOA. Big thing. International event, hosted by mostly unexperienced secondary school students and don't-know-what-to-do-at-first alumni YCS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's this ASC? ASC is the highest decision making body for IYCS Asia. Once in 3 years, the student leaders of various national movements gather to decide on the orientation of the YCS movements in Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time round, it's decided to have KUCHING to host such a grand event, of which will be attended by the Apostolic Delegate himself, coming as a representative of Holy Father the Pope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe such "little"state will be chosen..for such BIG thing... &lt;em&gt;For those who humble themselves will be magnified, and those who magnify themselves will be humbled..&lt;/em&gt; This verse is so true, though I can't exactly remember the verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But above all, this is for Him. This event - is His. Who are we to decide if we can have it going well, if we do not focus on Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a rushing week now. Prepare for everything with Plan B. Too many to list. Too much to write. I just pray everyone will be at their best health as we await the delegates and bring them closer to GOD through our preparations and joy in doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all glory is for Him. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-7899378478052879903?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/7899378478052879903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=7899378478052879903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/7899378478052879903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/7899378478052879903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/05/pre-week.html' title='The Pre-WEEK'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-1031587220011100714</id><published>2009-05-21T09:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:20:13.946+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>Focus</title><content type='html'>It is true that when the biggest wave hits you more and more, you lose your balance and fall into the water. And that somewhat killed your spirit to get up and stand there being hit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to focus on a single goal is not as easy as to work towards that goal. To focus is just one action; to work towards it involves many processes and actions, all of which changes in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be able to focus on doing things very well. Lately being swept away by the waves, I couldn't find my legs and the ground to stand on. My mind travels at its own will, something very extraordinary I found out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, with the upcoming bigger wave hitting the shore, I am still trying to stand still and watch it sweep up instead of sweep me up.. I suppose all I need is a little reminder to focus on the &lt;em&gt;ultimate&lt;/em&gt; purpose and goal instead of dispersing my mind. And I think many others need that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reminder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-1031587220011100714?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/1031587220011100714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=1031587220011100714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/1031587220011100714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/1031587220011100714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/05/focus.html' title='Focus'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319250255852562688.post-6975602115749442088</id><published>2009-05-18T15:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:17:00.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Finding Strength</title><content type='html'>In the midst of everything rotting away and tumbling down, there is yet one person to call for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems very selfish to only find Him in times of need, but God, you know our rising and our falling. You know us, and You will provide strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. Phil 4:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everyone and everything is lost, you will find them Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come people, rise up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319250255852562688-6975602115749442088?l=emptyclaypots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/feeds/6975602115749442088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=319250255852562688&amp;postID=6975602115749442088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/6975602115749442088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319250255852562688/posts/default/6975602115749442088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyclaypots.blogspot.com/2009/05/finding-strength.html' title='Finding Strength'/><author><name>half empty cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09772067530715776930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4sPx3C5L8s/Scb7L9_iORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AqarOJLx-eY/S220/half-empty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
