tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37508122553353601062011-07-08T14:10:46.593+08:00An ideal corner for ravings and thoughts made known.Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.comBlogger631100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-71155414064640716052010-07-02T09:55:00.006+08:002010-07-02T10:39:42.180+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Switched me blog to</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><a href="http://shaunkjw.wordpress.com/">http://shaunkjw.wordpress.com</a></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Think of it as a change of perspective. You never know what might happen. :)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Excited,</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Shaun</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-7115541406464071605?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-35275937617529867212010-06-30T17:06:00.002+08:002010-06-30T17:29:18.316+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I've been thinking about this for quite a while.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lately, passings &amp; funerals have been aplenty. Well, not that many, but enough to eclipse the number that I have been through in the past few years.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes, sitting there listening to all that has been shared about the person, gets me thinking,</div><div><br /></div><div>What kind of life have you actually lived?</div><div>One that is full of incompletion? regret? or fulfillment?</div><div><br /></div><div>Its all about the legacy that you leave behind.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>A friend told me this story about a real-life person:</div><div><br /></div><div>A newly graduated doctor, who started Med School at the age of 16 and aspires to be a pediatric neurosurgeon, put every dollar he made into a retirement fund.</div><div><br /></div><div>His goal in life wasn't to get a big fancy car, or a big fancy house.</div><div>He wanted to retire at the age of 30, so that he could spend the rest of his life performing brain surgeries for free.</div><div><br /></div><div>That's a legacy.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>What kind of legacy are we all leaving behind?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Challenged,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-3527593761752986721?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-6794111096552143362010-06-27T09:38:00.001+08:002010-06-27T09:40:48.485+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm back! Hopefully with more updates this time round.</div><div>Till then, I have only one thing to say here:</div><div><br /></div><div><b><i>Kaaaa-chaaaak!</i></b></div><div><br /></div><div>Inside joke, do ignore me this time round, heh.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Vivid,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-679411109655214336?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-56470778935347637412010-06-02T23:33:00.004+08:002010-06-03T00:42:33.065+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Its been just too busy &amp; tiring for me.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm going to need all His strength to get myself through this period.</div><div>Till then, updates shall be put on hold.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Still, I know I will come out <i>victorious.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Leap,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-5647077893534763741?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-5015951473062412342010-05-19T01:06:00.002+08:002010-05-19T01:10:11.603+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Probably going through the toughest week I've had in 2010.</div><div>Many tougher weeks ahead, I'm sure.</div><div><br /></div><div>Still, your prayers are much appreciated.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Believing for God to pull through!</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Late nights,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-501595147306241234?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-45706638594390898802010-05-16T01:27:00.007+08:002010-05-16T22:02:48.125+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Its been a week since I've last updated my blog.</div><div><br /></div><div>The people to whom I made promises should be angry with me for not fulfilling my blogging pledge. They ought to cast stones at me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Still, its grace that keeps me standing in realisation that I am forgiven.</div><div>Of course, I'm not here to talk about such (<i>quote Joel Ryan</i>) "shallow pallow" stuff. :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Where would we be without <b>grace?</b></i></div><div>Such wonder, is it to know that after all the dirt we've got on our hands, all the wrongs that we've done in the past, that a God would still love us enough to call us His children.</div><div><br /></div><div>Unfailing love, that I can look to Him in times of being stuck in the mud, offer up nothing but the faith of an empty hand, and know that He will still pull through.</div><div><br /></div><div>We don't deserve it. Wretches like you and me. That's why the extent of it is just so incomprehensible.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Amazing grace. Oh, amazing grace.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Joining the chorus</b>,</div><div>Shaun</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-4570663859439089880?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-66313551706818396152010-05-09T22:40:00.005+08:002010-05-09T23:46:39.714+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Throughout life, I've definitely been hit with a number of disappointments and bad decisions. The latest one being about 2 hours ago.</div><div><br /></div><div>I should be bitter. I should be angry.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then again, what right have I to sulk and complain considering all the blessings that I've received?</div><div><br /></div><div>Such a small obstacle in the journey of life can never compare to the number of clear and breathtakingly beautiful paths that God has set before me.</div><div><br /></div><div>You're on a road, Shaun. Looking back gets you nowhere. <i>Start looking forward.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Breathing in,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-6631355170681839615?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-54213557072981174192010-05-08T21:10:00.003+08:002010-05-08T21:26:04.012+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Sorry to disappoint you boys and girls, </div><div><br /></div><div><b>but</b></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div> </div><div>to<i> lust </i>and to<i> love</i> are two completely different things.</div><div>to <i>crush on</i> and to <i>cherish</i> determines the true character of a relationship.</div><div><br /></div><div>The question is, <i>can you differentiate one from the other?</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Of rights and wrongs,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-5421355707298117419?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-73226820911576218022010-05-06T23:26:00.007+08:002010-05-07T00:47:39.355+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Most times, we're always wondering how we're gonna get out of the mess we're in.</div><div><br /></div><div>Little do we know that God has already laid out a master plan for us. All we gotta do is have faith, listen and be patient.</div><div><br /></div><div>Patience.</div><div>Easier said than done, I know.</div><div><br /></div><div>But thats where the test really lies, doesn't it? If it was gonna be THAT easy, then there wouldn't be a need for hope or faith anymore, no?</div><div><br /></div><div>The best way to ruin an amazing plan set for us is to rush things. Take things into our own hands, thinking we know better.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Trust the potter.</i> He knows the clay better than any of us do.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> - </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jeremiah 29:11</span></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Trusting,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-7322682091157621802?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-76151849983655250172010-05-04T23:31:00.012+08:002010-05-05T18:41:17.583+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Standing on the side of the road, he was immersed in thoughts of how funny the guy across the street looked, while tapping his foot to the beat of the song playing in a nearby cafe.</div><div><br /></div><div>A car pulled up beside him. "Hey you", said the man in the front seat. "Your friend there just dropped his wallet on the ground."</div><div><br /></div><div>Squinting his eyes in the glaring sunlight, he saw a black object on the pavement some 20 meters away from him, followed by a group of youngsters walking away from it. Without hesitation, he sprinted to the congregation of people, deftly picking up the wallet along the way.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Hey guys! One of you dropped this wallet?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Heads turned. One by one, they shook their head and said simply, </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>"No."</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>He stood there, looking dumbfoundedly at the group of students who just shuffled away nonchalantly.</div><div><br /></div><div>The wallet opened under his fingertips, and he began searching for some form of identification. Train tickets and Salon Cards in Korean popped up in front of him, and he found what he was looking for. This Korean kid was from the college to his rear.</div><div><br /></div><div>His fingers then subconsciously opened the compartment that should hold the cash. He gasped. In that little space was 10 blue notes equaling to the high side of RM500, maybe even RM600 if he counted all the red and green ones.</div><div><br /></div><div>He stared at it for a good 5 seconds. Snapping out from his daze, he looked at his surroundings. No one was looking, no one even noticed he was there. Thoughts formed in his head. The pros and cons of each decision started to take shape.</div><div><br /></div><div>He could have just swiped all the money in that little pouch, and no <i>human</i> would have known. To think of all the clothes that he could buy! Probably give a little to charity, just to calm his guilt.</div><div><br /></div><div>Instead, he looked up, closed his eyes, and listened. Seconds passed, and he knew what he had to do. He turned around and walked through the security entrance of the college now in front of him, heading to get the contact number of the unfortunate Korean guy.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>He knew from the beginning it was the only thing he would have done.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>He was,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-7615184998365525017?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-39634114549909114822010-04-28T22:48:00.005+08:002010-04-28T23:41:39.144+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Old man, hospital bed</div><div style="text-align: center;">The room is filled with people he loves</div><div style="text-align: center;">And he whispers</div><div style="text-align: center;">"<i>Don't cry for me, I'll see you all someday</i>"</div><div style="text-align: center;">He looks up and says</div><div style="text-align: center;">"<i>I can see God's face</i>"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is my <i>temporary home</i>, it's not where I belong</div><div style="text-align: center;">Windows and rooms that I'm passing through</div><div style="text-align: center;">This was just a stop on the way to where I'm going</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm not afraid because I know</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>This was my temporary home</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">-Carrie Underwood, "Temporary Home"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i>Someone quoted it better </i></span><a href="http://joelryanlee.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-my-temporary-home.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i>here</i></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i>.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>A powerful truth,</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-3963411454990911482?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-1092481138209854252010-04-25T22:53:00.006+08:002010-04-27T00:18:46.749+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Just when you thought you had it bad, someone with even greater circumstances comes along and just gives you a hard knock on the head.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>The struggle of faith.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>It is never easy.</div><div>To believe that everything will turn out alright, what more when the road just looks dark ahead.</div><div>It was never meant to be easy.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then again, the strength we draw from that comfort gives us the courage to go through each day with renewed hope and purpose.</div><div><br /></div><div>The struggle was always with ourselves.</div><div>Once we learn to accept it with a willing heart, the peace comes steadily, little by little.</div><div><br /></div><div>Our Creator always has our best purposes at heart. Though, not always, it turns out the way we want it to.</div><div>The question is, will we walk on? Will we be able to get our feet back on the ground and keep going, no matter the outcome?</div><div><br /></div><div>How inspiring, to see faith and hope arising in a time of despair and sorrow. Truly, such people will make those new steps. </div><div><br /></div><div><i>Come what may.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Dedicated to the family of two amazing young people. My prayers are with you.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Of a new tomorrow,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-109248113820985425?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-57653698609465294352010-04-21T00:19:00.002+08:002010-04-21T00:31:12.870+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>To choose between what's <i>safe </i>and what's <i>right.</i></div><div>Such is the measure of a man.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>The long road home,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-5765369860946529435?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-51054493592652283412010-04-17T00:55:00.002+08:002010-04-17T00:57:38.949+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Short update:</div><div><br /></div><div>Thought you should know that I pretty much messed up the first exam in my med school life.</div><div>Still, life goes on. God, You're still amazing to me, and always will be :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Moving on,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-5105449359265228341?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-6308608501643158562010-04-14T23:05:00.009+08:002010-04-15T01:02:57.376+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><i>Would you believe me if I said,</i></div><div>that <b>we</b> are the ones who can <i>make the change </i></div><div>in the world today</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Would you believe me if I said, </i></div><div>that all of the <b>dreams in your heart </b></div><div>can come true today</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Would you believe me if I said,</i></div><div>that <i>life could be all</i> that you </div><div>want it to be today</div><div><br /></div><div><div><i>Would you belive me if I said,</i></div><div>that God can make <b>miracles </b></div><div><i>happen today</i></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Would you believe me if I said,</i></div><div>that you don't need to wait for the answer before </div><div>you step out in<i> faith </i></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Would you believe me if I said,</i> </div><div>that nothing is ever impossible</div><div><i>for God</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>And if I had wings I would fly </div><div>'cause all that i need You are</div><div><br /></div><div><i>And if the world caved in around me </i></div><div><i><b>to</b> <b>You I'd still hold on</b></i></div><div><br /></div><div>'Cause You're all that I believe </div><div>and the one that created me</div><div><i>Jesus... because of You, <b>I'm free!</b></i></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- Hillsong United, "<i>Free</i>"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Singing it out,</b></div><div>Shaun</div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-630860850164315856?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-52793806186193826162010-04-13T00:16:00.004+08:002010-04-13T00:53:32.171+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The world labels all of us. Whether we like it or not.</div><div>Some people say that to be so crazy about something (or someone) up to a point where you <i>devote your entire life to it</i>, is a crazy man's work.</div><div><br /></div><div>If we could be so <i>'freakish-ly' in love</i> with someone, then why not with the person who loved us enough to die for us on the Cross, and bear all our sin?</div><div><br /></div><div><b>I choose to be a Jesus freak,</b> </div><div>if its what it takes.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Heck, I'm proud to be one.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Getting into the wheelbarrow,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-5279380618619382616?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-54584315413037975182010-04-08T15:23:00.003+08:002010-04-08T15:42:24.931+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>God, You really have to help me get through this.</div><div>Help them understand why I want to do what I plan to.</div><div>Help me find a way to complete this journey I'm on.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>I need You.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Desperation,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-5458431541303797518?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-54676575074058976642010-04-06T12:10:00.006+08:002010-04-06T12:56:20.356+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Day after day, our country falls deeper and deeper into a state of backwardness, overt racism and corruption.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Our politicians.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>They lie to us.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>They bring about a public image of equality and unity.</div><div>Yet, behind closed doors, they secretly seek disharmony, injustice and the sorts.</div><div><br /></div><div>They (very clearly) play a racial card in every decision they make, yet lambaste the minority for (apparently) causing strife in the pursuit for fair treatment.</div><div>They say we get what we deserve.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>They lie to us. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><br /></div><div>How then do they explain the incoherent (and violent) displays of supremacy of certain people towards their counterparts of a minor race or religion?</div><div><br /></div><div>They say we cannot blame them for their actions. It was merely self defence of their rights.</div><div>Would the solution have been so diplomatic if the roles were reversed? </div><div><br /></div><div>They call it "One Malaysia".</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>They lie to us.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>God told us to love our neighbours, regardless of their history, ethnicity or race.</div><div>Well, <i>my God did</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div>As hard to believe as it may be, I actually <i>love</i> my country.</div><div>Yes,</div><div><br /></div><div><b>I love Malaysia.</b></div><div><br /></div><div>With that said, I believe that each race should not be generalised by the idiots that govern them, albeit how vast the number may be.</div><div>Yes,</div><div><br /></div><div>I love my country.</div><div>I love my darker-skinned brothers.</div><div>Its the people ruling over us that I hold in contempt.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>My elders tell me that the land on which we tread is beyond hope.</div><div>Honestly, I beg to differ.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>I <b>choose</b> to stand for my generation.</i></div><div><i>Do you?</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Of silver linings,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-5467657507405897664?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-9171082401501122832010-04-04T22:24:00.002+08:002010-04-04T22:34:24.278+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>A little late but yea,</div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Blessed Easter everyone!</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>Tis the day to celebrate the resurrection of our Lord, Jesus Christ!</div><div>Such love, that knows no boundaries. I am unworthy, but it's all by Your grace that I stand victorious today :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Oh happy day, happy day</div><div>You washed my sins away</div><div>Oh happy day, happy day</div><div>I'll never be the same</div><div><i>Forever I am changed</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>With hands held high,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-917108240150112283?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-42035320061340746042010-03-31T23:51:00.005+08:002010-04-01T07:11:30.560+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I have been feeling out of sorts lately.</div><div>Haven't been able to completely focus on my studies, and have been spending minutes to hours staring into space, just feeling... distant.</div><div><br /></div><div>No idea what is happening to me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, maybe I kinda do.</div><div>Well, at least I hope I do.</div><div>Sigh, actually... No, I haven't had the faintest clue.</div><div>Or do I?</div><div><br /></div><div><i>See what I mean?</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Take me away,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-4203532006134074604?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-4961236308157131092010-03-27T20:34:00.003+08:002010-03-27T20:54:16.826+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>In support of Earth Hour, I shall....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Post this blog post. heh.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>With the flick of a switch,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-496123630815713109?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-12271327009026818552010-03-24T17:59:00.002+08:002010-03-24T18:04:33.227+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, how they define you.</div><div>Cliché as it may sound, ever wonder how friends can really affect the course of your life?</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Good friendships can make you, bad friendships can break you.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm gonna bury myself in a hole and ponder on this for awhile.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Hmmm,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-1227132700902681855?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-30368443938169283862010-03-18T22:57:00.006+08:002010-03-18T23:10:29.994+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>To the person who <s><span style="line-height:115%; font-family:&quot;Calibri&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&quot;;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:EN-MY;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&quot;;font-size:11.0pt;">stole</span></s> took my pendrive last week and have yet to return it,</div><div>I really hope you <s><span style="line-height:115%; font-family:&quot;Calibri&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&quot;;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:EN-MY;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&quot;;font-size:11.0pt;">choke on a cookie </span></s>return it back soon!</div><div><br /></div><div><i>I want my pictures and songs back. *sob*</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>In a childish tantrum,</b></div><div>Shaun</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-3036844393816928386?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-68169848453942813792010-03-15T23:00:00.022+08:002010-03-27T20:49:55.623+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Self-written story loosely based on an event designed by psychologist Peter Favaro which I recently read.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Do enjoy, feedback and comments are welcomed :)</span></i></div><div>__</div><div><br /></div><div>Tristan was an ordinary 10 year old boy living down the road. By ordinary, he came from a loving family, went to church every Sunday, had a bunch of great friends, and pretty much had no problems a 10 year old shouldn't have.</div><div><br /></div><div>In Tristan's quaint neighbourhood, there was an elderly woman who lived in a house up the street. Everyone called her "the witch." </div><div><br /></div><div>Some people say she's really paranoid, calling the cops on kids all the time, and screaming out the window, even when there was nobody there. At night she kept her light on all the time, and sat looking out the window, staring into the distance.</div><div><br /></div><div>For a couple of days the light had been off in the old lady's house. Some of the kids thought she was just dead in there, or gone in a wisp of smoke. They constantly jumped in front of her house and sang, "Ding dong, the witch is dead, the witch is dead," and laughed.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tristan was never one to take part in making fun of the old lady. He always thought that the kids were plain mean, and was actually sad that she was gone, and wanted to make sure that nothing was wrong.</div><div><br /></div><div>Although he was scared, Tristan knew this was what Jesus would have done. One day, gathering up all the courage his little body and spirit could hold, he went through the gate in the house and knocked on the door.</div><div><br /></div><div>A voice called out from inside, "Go away and leave me alone!"</div><div>Tristan feebly replied, "I'd just like to know that you're OK in there."</div><div><br /></div><div>Tristan could literally feel his heart beating in his throat. Yet, he stood there, motionless.</div><div><br /></div><div>30 seconds passed.</div><div><br /></div><div>Finally, the door opened. The old woman looked pale and dazed, to say the least. She seemed smaller than Tristan could have imagined, and very delicate. In the corner of her almost-bare living room there was a television set, and beside it was a large box of old rubber balls and toys that were left, or had accidentally fallen, on her lawn.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Why have you come?" she asked Tristan. Tristan mentioned that he noticed that the light had gone out and thought she might be needing some help. She explained that she had no way to replace it. She was just too old to climb up and do it.</div><div><br /></div><div>A short pause followed. "Would.... would you like me to do it?" Tristan asked gently.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>At the sound of those kind words, her face softened and she whispered, "thank you." While Tristan was fixing the light, she sat down slowly on her old couch, and began to tell him a very sad story: </div><div><br /></div><div>"A long time ago, I had a son, very much like you, so polite and so kind. He was a beautiful boy, as beautiful as a picture.</div><div>"My husband and I lived with our son not too far from the train station. I used to tell my little boy, "James, stay away from the tracks, or you'll get hurt." One day, my husband and James went out to play catch with an old football. The ball got away from James and rolled across the tracks. </div><div>While he was chasing it, his foot got wedged between two rails. His father ran to him and struggled to release it, but before they could, they were both struck by a train and killed. James' dad never let go of him."</div><div><br /></div><div>With tears welling up in her eyes, the old lady concluded her tale, "I've been alone ever since."</div><div><br /></div><div>Tristan, still too young to understand why the old lady was crying, finished fixing the light, and the lady gave him some milk and freshly-baked cookies. It almost looked as though she didn't want Tristan to leave.</div><div><br /></div><div>Just before Tristan was about to head home, he turned around, gave the most sincere smile a 10 year old boy could give, and said, "Would you like someone to come around to help fix up your house?"</div><div><br /></div><div>The old lady's face brightened. "You must be paid," she said. "I can't afford much, and you'll have to do a good job, but you can have all the cookies and brownies you can eat. I promise you that."</div><div><br /></div><div>"God bless you, Ma'am" Tristan said as he skipped out of her house at dusk. "I'll see you tomorrow at noon!"</div><div><br /></div><div>"God bless you too, my child" she said. As the old lady watched him disappear down the street, she looked up to the sky, and with tears streaming down her face, said her first prayer in 15 years.</div><div><br /></div><div>Little did ordinary Tristan know, that he had been orchestrated by God to do a much kinder thing than he could have probably imagined at his age. He had just given this woman a reason to live.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>With a fresh perspective,</b></div><div>Shaun</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-6816984845394281379?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-59934760151900510992010-03-14T00:43:00.007+08:002010-03-14T22:58:16.148+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Pity is when you walk to the carpark after Uni with a bunch of friends, head to your car, try to open the door only to have the handle snap and completely come off.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pity is standing there with the handle in your hand, and quickly opening the back door, fumbling with your bag in the back seat in hopes that no one notices what happened.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pity is waking up extra early the next morning to carefully glue the door handle back, to make it look brand new.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pity is having to climb in to the driver's seat from the passenger's side.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pity is driving to Uni feeling happy with your accomplishment, only to get out of the car, take a look at the attached door handle, smile, slam the door, watch the door handle drop to the floor and break into 2 pieces.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pity, pity, pity.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then again, it could also be called comedy. :D</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Joke of the millennium,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-5993476015190051099?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-49287960087310567102010-03-08T19:41:00.004+08:002010-03-09T19:29:20.929+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Week 2 of Med School has dawned upon me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lecture after boring lecture filled with information I cannot seem to grasp easily, coupled with the fact that I'm in the company of some great minds who know stuff about diseases that I never knew existed.</div><div><br /></div><div>Being me, that thought of heading home after class everyday with questions in my head about osmolarity and alcohol metabolism makes me feel pretty down.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Believe me when I say, it isn't easy. </div><div><br /></div><div>So bad, till when a friend told me <i>"It couldn't be THAT bad"</i>, I nearly bit his head off and chewed it into pulp.</div><div><br /></div><div>After hearing me rant about gastroenteritis, tonicity and what not, and though I'm pretty sure he hardly understood what I just said, </div><div>he told me <i>"Don't worry about it, you have awesomeness in your veins."</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Usually, I am not one to buy in to sweet talk.</div><div>But that was just too funny.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I feel somewhat energised for class tomorrow.</div><div><br /></div><div>After all, <i>I have awesomeness in my veins.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Onward,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-4928796008731056710?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-26411123095283778462010-03-03T22:35:00.006+08:002010-03-04T00:19:15.096+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Monday signaled the end of this year's Chinese New Year celebrations.</div><div><br /></div><div>This CNY was somewhat very special for me. </div><div>It was the first time in which I totally abstained from any form of <i>alcohol or gambling.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><i>*Fireworks!* *Hoorahs!* High-fives!*</i></div><div><br /></div><div>There goes another tick on the (mental) <i>personal growth checklist.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>On another note, Med School has been a real pain in the butt, and it's only the first week!</div><div>I mean, which sane person would squeeze 81 slides into a 1 hour lecture? =(</div><div><br /></div><div>No time to step down now, Shaun. </div><div><br /></div><div><i>Would you honour God?</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><b>In a plantar anterior motion, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">(medical jargon)</span></i></b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-2641112309528377846?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-756643679382507222010-02-28T00:05:00.002+08:002010-02-28T00:36:45.097+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Love is here, love is now </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Love is pouring from His hands </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>From His brow</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Love is near, it satisfies</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Streams of mercy flowing from His side</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And to the bruised and fallen</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Captives bound and broken hearted</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>He is the Lord </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>By his stripes he's paid our ransom</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>From His wounds we drink salvation </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>He is the Lord </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>He is the Lord</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OLy-B9LuqMo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OLy-B9LuqMo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Amazing song.</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><b>Much in awe,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Shaun</span></div></i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-75664367938250722?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-82204563364794693002010-02-27T16:58:00.003+08:002010-02-27T17:11:47.521+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I have returned from camp!</div><div>I have to admit, it went better than expected. Well, at least now I don't feel as peculiar being in Monash as I did before.</div><div><br /></div><div>However, I feel as if my values are constantly being challenged, greater than ever now. I shall exert more about that some other time.</div><div><br /></div><div>Laptop is on the frizz once again.<i> Emo, I am.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><i>Blogging mojo</i></b>, please come back soon. <i>I miss you.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><b>Exhausted from camp,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-8220456336479469300?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-33804604842136876272010-02-24T06:48:00.002+08:002010-02-24T06:50:20.162+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Will be heading off to Monash transition camp in half an hour. Will be back on Friday.</div><div><br /></div><div>Your prayers are much appreciated :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Toodles,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-3380460484213687627?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-41684308550320380092010-02-21T22:48:00.011+08:002010-02-21T23:29:56.742+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>So, the day has <i>finally</i> arrived.<br /><br />Come approximately 12 hours time, I shall step into Monash University a <i>freshman</i>. A young mind naive and unpolished, ready to learn and absorb all <i>they</i> have to offer.<br /><br />The journey is gonna be long, not to mention tiring and unpredictable. I've spent countless nights thinking of what to expect, what I'm leaving behind, what sacrifices I have to make, and most importantly, what challenges may come my way.<br /><br />The nagging voice at the back of my head keeps going, <span style="font-style:italic;">"Shaun, are you really ready for this?"</span><br />In all honesty, the inner child in me is terrified and just wants to back down.<br /><br /><br />Yet, another voice, one that does not belong to me, constantly tells me not to fear. Time and time again I am reminded that my future <span style="font-style:italic;">is secure in His hands</span>, and that I have absolutely <i>nothing to lose, but everything to gain.</i><br /><br />The excitement comes pulsating in, like a rush of adrenaline flowing through my veins.<br /><br /><div><br /><i>"Shaun, are you really ready for this?"</i><br /><br /></div><div><br />Dim the lights, cue the music.</div><div><div><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div><i><b>Let's do this.</b></i><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Rearing to go,</span><br />Shaun</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-4168430855032038009?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-36634321983968213952010-02-20T01:06:00.006+08:002010-02-20T01:29:58.617+08:00<div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div>Guess who is the proud owner of a spankin' new <i>Crumpler</i> Bag? :D</div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijwrKaIFEzo/S37FtXAhGSI/AAAAAAAAACs/GQ0AB754fjk/s1600-h/CIMG1623.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijwrKaIFEzo/S37FtXAhGSI/AAAAAAAAACs/GQ0AB754fjk/s320/CIMG1623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440002782971107618" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><b><3</b></span></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div>I'm not one to boast, but I think it looks <i>stunningly beautiful</i>! Laptop fits in perfectly as well!</div><div> <br /></div><div>Oh well, there goes a vast majority of this year's Angpau money. At least it was well spent, in my eyes anyway.</div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div><b>Feeling blessed,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-3663432198396821395?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-61611923313174413942010-02-18T22:53:00.003+08:002010-02-18T23:06:03.112+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Hey you. </div><div><i>Yea you.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>You need to learn to stand on your own two feet.</div><div><br /></div><div>Stop having to depend on another's affection for comfort.</div><div>You're stronger than that. </div><div><br /></div><div><i>I know you are.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Be courageous,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-6161192331317441394?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-68973380908283324422010-02-15T01:08:00.014+08:002010-02-16T11:42:02.199+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Happy Chinese New Year</b> everyone! </div><div><br /></div><div>May your Ang Pow collection this year be more productive and fruitful than the last! :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And to all the rest,</div><div><b>Happy Valentine's Day!</b></div><div><br /></div><div>The day that we celebrate overrated, over-priced consumer products, while a vast majority of 'lovebirds' blindly follow the <i>shallow, cheap interpretation of love</i> that has been set by society.</div><div><br /></div><div>A little dark and pessimistic, but hey, the truth is the truth. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>As for me, I'm looking at Valentine's Day <i>a little</i> differently this year.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>I'm looking at it as a reminder of learning something truly essential <b>before we should love someone else.</b></i></div><div><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijwrKaIFEzo/S3gwwYeHekI/AAAAAAAAACk/-Lg-Cls2lck/s1600-h/CIMG1592+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijwrKaIFEzo/S3gwwYeHekI/AAAAAAAAACk/-Lg-Cls2lck/s320/CIMG1592+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438150157810498114" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Love yourself.</span></i></div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>Humorous and cliché as it may be, I find it to be an even more profound truth than the last.</div><div><i>Dont'cha think? ;)</i></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>A little less complicated,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-6897338090828332442?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-90423942012340507042010-02-12T15:02:00.013+08:002010-02-12T17:39:06.536+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It was </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b>a beautiful letdown</b></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />When I crashed and burned<br />When I found myself alone </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Unknown and hurt</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It was </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b>a beautiful letdown</b></span></i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:13px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The day I knew</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">That all the </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">riches this world</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> had to offer me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Would never do</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">In a world full of bitter pain and bitter doubt</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I was trying so hard to </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">fit in, fit in,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>Until I found out</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I don't belong here</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I don't belong here</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I will carry a </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Cross </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and a </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">song</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> where I don't belong</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I don't belong</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Feels like I don't belong here</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I don't belong</span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- Switchfoot, "Beautiful Letdown"</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Setting sight &amp; setting sail,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Shaun</span></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-9042394201234050704?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-72632940611574017382010-02-11T01:49:00.007+08:002010-02-13T17:15:17.507+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It's pretty amusing, how the people whom you (in a plural sense) have groomed up to become such great individuals begin to turn their backs on you, and think that they have surpassed your guidance, and begin to take flight prematurely.</div><div><br /></div><div>In all ways, being independent is a good thing. Don't get me wrong. But once it becomes a personal vendetta just because they want to upstage your previous accomplishments (and show that they can do better), then I really believe we have already lost sight of our true goal.</div><div><br /></div><div>What's even more amusing, is how one of the accused has the <b><i>nerve to publicly state </i></b>that the future generation better live up to the expectations set on them.</div><div>Now, is this really what we should be focusing on? Living up to (and trying to supersede) past achievements? How does glorifying God come into the picture again?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I remember very clearly the conversation I was having with the Taylor's CF current committee a few weeks back.</div><div>"<i>We thank God for the past, but we should never put living up to last year's numbers as a goal. Once we do that, the expectation becomes our primary focus, and God gets kicked out of it instead.</i>"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>At the end of the day, what these bunch of people are doing is saying that, "Hey, if they could do it, so can we." </div><div><br /></div><div>Instead of enlisting the help that they <b><i>need</i></b> (and is very freely offered, mind you), they instead become too <i>self-absorbed in their own personal goals, selfish ambitions and short-sightedness.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>This is my take on the issue. I could be wrong, but hey, <i>an opinion is justice in itself</i>. I can only leave my prayers with you all, and believe that God will pull through in this event, for the sake of the hundreds (and thousands?) of hungry souls out there desperate for an answer.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Blessings,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-7263294061157401738?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-84459218638193032322010-02-09T00:40:00.007+08:002010-02-09T00:52:49.912+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And just when you thought ice-cream couldn't get any better;</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijwrKaIFEzo/S3BAUCTihfI/AAAAAAAAACc/KgtpO3x1Eao/s1600-h/CIMG1557.JPG"><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/_ijwrKaIFEzo/S3BAUCTihfI/AAAAAAAAACc/KgtpO3x1Eao/s320/CIMG1557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435915463196575218" /></a><i><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Photo taken at Restoran Ikan Tiga Rasa, Selayang.</span></i></span></div></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Loving the simple things,</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-8445921863819303232?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-62476031956298290442010-02-07T23:19:00.003+08:002010-02-08T00:07:53.217+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Laptop is being repaired. </div><div><br /></div><div><i>Bear with me.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>La dee dum,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-6247603195629829044?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-40871819423565906732010-02-03T00:31:00.006+08:002010-02-03T01:21:51.260+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>I was having a decent online conversation with a close friend a few nights back.<div><br /></div><div>He said, and I quote, "A classmate of mine told me that I'm too self absorbed. Egoistic, to put it crudely." To cut things short, he concluded that he would try to change himself, much to my agreement.</div><div><br /></div><div>As I sat reflecting on my bed last night, I was reminded of times where people would tell me to not change my attitude because of what other people say, or that I'm even already fine the way I am.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><i>I find that to be utter nonsense.</i></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Change, is inevitable. Change, is nature.</i></div><div>In fact, we should all be continuously changing, being molded into becoming a better person each day.</div><div><br /></div><div>Most times, the catalyst of change comes through the stinging words of friends, and leaders. Yes, it might hurt, but if it hits at our flaws, and causes us to change our attitudes and mindsets, then by all means.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><i>Go ahead.</i></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>What I'm trying to hit at is that we should not turn our backs to change. Well, good change to be exact.</div><div>After all, we're all imperfect. It all depends on whether we try to lessen the imperfection, or stay rooted at the spot until we look back and regret it.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm always learning to receive criticism, and accept the need to change with an open heart. </div><div><b><i>It's probably time for you to do the same.</i></b></div><div><br /></div><div><i>"You can't grow without change"</i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>What more when it comes to relationships.</b> Too many people tell their partner that they're perfect the way they are. Now, is that really possible?</div><div><br /></div><div>True love does not hold another back from reaching their full potential. True love would grow one another through mutual change, not hinder the progress that both people should be making as individuals.</div><div><br /></div><div>True love would <i>care </i>enough to want the other to work on their flaws, instead of showering the person with sweet (but destructive) words that stops a person from going through change (and growth).</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Get it in your heads people.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Catalysing change,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-4087181942356590673?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-14299026361914089642010-02-02T01:01:00.004+08:002010-02-08T16:08:35.104+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Did I scare you?</i></div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div>Pardon the sudden burst of random-ness. Have been very busy the past few days, will pen down a proper update soon. I'm actually in the midst of scribbling down a short story that came to mind as we speak, it will be shared soon!</div><div><br /></div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div><b>Busy busy busy,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-1429902636191408964?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-76895632896097641332010-01-29T22:34:00.024+08:002010-01-30T22:37:35.403+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Considering all the circumstances that have come my way of late, I can say I've been holding up pretty well :)</div><div><br /></div><div><i>The nights are calmer than ever before, and the dawns are radiant with absolute hope.</i></div><div>I know, I know, I'm exaggerating.... But still, it seems that way to me, so don't rob a boy of his joy. heh.</div><div><br /></div><div>Deciding to let go, disregard, transgress, look forward and entrust it all to the Creator is definitely the best decision I can ever make in this situation.</div><div><br /></div><div>After all, what JL said was right. "The need to choose, already shows the flaw in the (supposed-to-be-perfect) blueprint. No lock should ever be opened with two different keys." *<s>Pardon the innuendo</s>* *Shame on you if you thought that! HAHA!*<p class="MsoNormal"><s><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></s></p></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><s><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></s></p><div><br /></div><div><i>I'm done playing second fiddle, what more when I know I deserve better for everything I did(&amp; didn't do). </i><b>God's best, and nothing less.</b></div><div>Label me condescending, but I think it's only fair<b><i> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">to think about '<b>what's best for me'</b> for once.</span></span></i></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">To those who know what I'm talking about, thanks for being there for me. You know who you are. :)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">To those who are unsure, please, don't assume anything.</span></div></div></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><b>Gazing up at the stars,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-7689563289609764133?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-27985831304923934512010-01-26T12:00:00.006+08:002010-01-27T00:15:44.589+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I believe,</div><div>Sometimes, we run a lil too fast through life.</div><div>So fast, that we fail to stop once in a while, take a breather and 'smell the roses'.</div><div>We miss out on the simple good times that life has to offer, and grow old a bitter person.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then again,</div><div>There are those who fail to look forward.</div><div>Those who simply want to stay at a certain place and refuse to budge.</div><div>Those who become short sighted, enjoy life too much, and grow old a suffering person.</div><div><br /></div><div>Me?</div><div>I shall not be defined by who I<i> could</i> have been.</div><div>Neither will I be defined by who I <i>should</i> have been.</div><div><br /></div><div>Finding the perfect blend between the two personae is a difficult task indeed.</div><div>But hey, what's life without a little challenge? ;)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"The<i> past</i>, is history.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The <i>future</i>, is a mystery.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>But <i>today</i>, is a gift.</div><div><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>That's why it is called the present."</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijwrKaIFEzo/S15pPitEVEI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ui-QYoWxidA/s1600-h/0_782745794l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijwrKaIFEzo/S15pPitEVEI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ui-QYoWxidA/s320/0_782745794l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430893916390184002" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Mauritius '06</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>In a subtle nostalgic mood ,</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-2798583130492393451?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-6294544971888993372010-01-24T22:10:00.019+08:002010-01-30T07:39:15.169+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>What is '<i>happiness</i>' to you?</div><div>A feeling so easily 'experienced', yet so impossibly perfected.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Some find it in the gain of an expensive car.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijwrKaIFEzo/S1xYg3gPbtI/AAAAAAAAABY/8uKwNJzzOqo/s1600-h/thumb-porsche_carrera.jpg"><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/_ijwrKaIFEzo/S1xYg3gPbtI/AAAAAAAAABY/8uKwNJzzOqo/s320/thumb-porsche_carrera.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430312572380212946" /></a><br /></div><div>Some find it in the arms of a loved one.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijwrKaIFEzo/S1xYhWdnjlI/AAAAAAAAABg/kF9QjDkxD0Y/s1600-h/hugging_kittens1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijwrKaIFEzo/S1xYhWdnjlI/AAAAAAAAABg/kF9QjDkxD0Y/s320/hugging_kittens1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430312580690710098" /></a><br /></div><div>Some find it in the simplicity of chocolate ice-cream with coloured sprinkles *grins*</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijwrKaIFEzo/S1xYhvKV0_I/AAAAAAAAABo/DYvZt4lRmGc/s1600-h/ellens-chocolate.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijwrKaIFEzo/S1xYhvKV0_I/AAAAAAAAABo/DYvZt4lRmGc/s320/ellens-chocolate.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430312587320742898" /></a><br /><div>What is 'happiness' to me? In all honesty, I do not know, neither do I intend on finding out.</div><div><br /></div><div>After all, what becomes of this bout of happiness in due time?</div><div><br /></div><div>Cars get stolen.</div><div>Loved ones get bored and tired of putting up with one another.</div><div>Ice cream... adds a little extra weight to the scale.</div><div><br /></div><div>If all of these do not last, <i>how can happiness be happiness if it does not remain happy</i>? *Confusing, isn't it?*</div><div><br /></div><div><b><i>Temporary satisfaction <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">is not my goal in life.</span></i></b></div><div>So the real question is,</div><div><br /></div><div><i>"What is <b>true </b>happiness to you?"</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>- <i>Do not grieve, for the joy of the Lord is your strength.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><b>Rejoicing,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-629454497188899337?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-28796234647764394552010-01-21T18:22:00.010+08:002010-01-30T01:35:55.607+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div>I was walking down life's highway a long time ago.</div><div>One day I saw a sign that read,</div><div>"<i>Heaven's Grocery Store</i>".</div><div>I got a little closer, the door came open wide;</div><div>And when I came to myself, I was standing inside.</div><div><br /></div><div>I saw a host of Angels, they were standing everywhere;</div><div>One handed me a basket and said,</div><div>"My Child shop with care".</div><div>Everything a Christian needed was in that Grocery Store; and</div><div>all you couldn't carry, come back the next day for more.</div><div><br /></div><div>First, I got some <i>Patience</i>, <i>Love</i> was in the same row.</div><div>Further down was <i>Understanding</i>, you need that everywhere you go.</div><div>I got a box or two of <i>Wisdom</i>, a bag or two of <i>Faith</i>,</div><div>I just couldn't miss the <i>Holy Ghost</i> for it was all over the place.</div><div>I stopped to get some <i>Strength</i> &amp; <i>Courage</i> to help me run the race,</div><div>By then my basket was getting full, But I remembered I needed some <i>Grace</i>.</div><div>I didn't forget <i>Salvation</i>, for Salvation was free.</div><div>So I tried to get enough of that to save both you and me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then, I started up to the counter to pay my grocery bill</div><div>For I thought I had everything to do My Father's Will .</div><div>As I went up the aisle, I saw a <i>Prayer</i> and, I just had to put that in,</div><div>For I knew when I stepped outside. I would run right into sin,</div><div><i>Peace </i>and <i>Joy</i> were plentiful. They were on the last shelf.</div><div><i>Song</i> and <i>Praises</i> were hanging near so I just helped myself.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then, I said to the Angel, "Now how much do I owe"?</div><div> He just smiled and said, </div><div>"Just take them everywhere you go".</div><div>Again, I politely asked, </div><div>"Just how much do I really owe"?</div><div>The Angel smiled again and said,</div><div>"<i>My Child, Jesus paid your bill a long time ago</i>". </div><div><br /></div></div><div><i>-Ron DeMarco</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><b>With praise on his lips,</b></div><div>Shaun</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-2879623464776439455?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-71629981687786090272010-01-20T21:25:00.013+08:002010-01-21T00:25:46.840+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>What <i>really</i> defines you?</div><div><br /></div><div>Is it the things you <i>do</i>? Or is it the person you want to <i>be</i>?</div><div><br /></div><div>A person whom I hold in the highest regard once said, "We are human <i>beings</i>, not human <i>doings</i>. If you want to do something, do <b><i>be.</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">"</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>At the end of it all, you can do what you're not. </div><div><b>A simple smile can hide the greatest pain. </b></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Can you really</span> be </i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">who you're not?</span></i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>I doubt it.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><b>Real change comes from the inside.</b></span></i></div><div>About time we stop pretending.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>"Are we happy plastic people?</div><div>Under shiny plastic steeples</div><div>With walls around our weakness</div><div>And smiles to hide our pain</div><div>But if the invitation's open</div><div>To every heart that has been broken</div><div>Maybe then we close the curtain</div><div><i>On our </i><i>stained glass masquerade"</i></div></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><b>Food for thought,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-7162998168778609027?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-37306378317997608932010-01-17T21:32:00.011+08:002010-01-21T00:15:19.432+08:00<div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div>Went for a SMK SS17 class of '08 reunion last night (finally!), partly to celebrate (not in happy way, haha) the departure of Miss Soon Phaik Wei who as of today, will be going to Kampar to study for 3 years!</div><div> <br /></div><div>All in all, I'm pretty sure we had a good time of fellowship and fun, albeit the bad choice of venue. (STEAMBOAT!)</div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div>Some of these people I have not met in almost a year, and its amazing to see how little any of us have changed over the past year, both in appearance and attitude. </div><div> <br /></div><div>I guess the only real noticeable difference is the ambitions and future plans of the friends who once upon a time only wanted to be doctors, lawyers, scientists and the occasional astronauts!</div><div> <br /></div> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijwrKaIFEzo/S1MSJi7iqVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/wKveiXaDw4E/s1600-h/100_0689.jpg"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijwrKaIFEzo/S1MSJi7iqVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/wKveiXaDw4E/s1600-h/100_0689.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijwrKaIFEzo/S1MSJi7iqVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/wKveiXaDw4E/s320/100_0689.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427701931116243282" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Rock on, mates. <3</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i> <br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i> <br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Reminiscing, <br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-3730637831799760893?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-30015478346432959582010-01-14T17:47:00.020+08:002010-01-21T00:16:03.066+08:00<i><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"We were the kindred hearts</i><div><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We were a promise unbroken</i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We are the blemished past</i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We are a conclusion unspoken."</i><br /><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> -ZB.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Head Over Heels,</b></div><div>Shaun</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-3001547834643295958?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-23393654700735806002010-01-13T00:03:00.007+08:002010-01-21T00:16:59.310+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I really don't understand all the physical fighting and anger that has come to pass in our dear nation lately.</div><div>Who are we to decide who gains <i>sole </i>ownership of a word that is meant to represent an entity as a whole?</div><div><br /></div><div>I might be stepping on some toes as I say this, but it's rather foolish how some people try to show their superiority by instilling fear into the hearts of their enemies.</div><div>At the end of the day, not only does the plan backfire as we become more united, but it just goes on to show how misguided your plight is.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>I don't know about your Allah, but my Allah teaches me to be above destroying buildings and causing disharmony in order to fight for a cause.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><b>Bemused beyond belief,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-2339365470073580600?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-86336686988745059482010-01-10T21:17:00.005+08:002010-01-21T00:17:27.358+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><i>Freedom.</i></b></div><div><br /></div><div>Many people long to be free.</div><div>To be free from chains that tie them down.</div><div>To be free from rules that restrict them.</div><div>To be free from influences that hold them back.</div><div>To be free from circumstances that cripple them.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>At the end of it all, how far are we willing to go to gain this freedom?</div><div>The freedom to profess, and the freedom to declare what we believe in.</div><div><br /></div><div>Come a time where persecution arises, and threatens to silence us, will we be afraid and back down feebly?</div><div>Or will we rise up to the plate, carry our Cross, and stand for what is right?</div><div><br /></div><div>Are we <i>really</i> <i>living</i> for a cause so great? Would we <i>really </i><i>die </i>for a cause so great?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>"Give me liberty, or give me death."</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>The freedom fighter,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-8633668698874505948?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-48126551292699945952010-01-08T23:45:00.009+08:002010-01-21T00:17:49.922+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Long sentimental post</i> ahead, feel free to skip if necessary. Blame the <i>hidden</i> romanticist persona of mine. =D</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>p/s I know I don't usually post these kind of things up, so don't be expecting too many of these '<i>die-hard Casanova</i>' posts any time soon. Think of it as a sparingly taken 'delicacy'. haha!</div><div>_______ </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>A few nights back, while sitting on the balcony under a full moon, I wrote this entry in my prayer journal.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><i>A love letter to my future partner</i></b></div><div>I have no idea who she is at the moment, nor do I plan to find out before the right time. Heck, I may not even have met her yet. Still, I knew it was time to just pen it down afresh as a reminder of my commitment.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>I felt challenged to type this out on my blog</i>, probably as an eye-opener to some of you, or even a form of encouragement to those who hold the same principles as I do. And for the majority of you, this will probably help you understand a little more <i>why I do the things I do.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The following letter contains material both applicable to the present and the future, so please be oblivious to the use of tenses. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>_________</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><i>Dear future partner </i>- whoever you may be,<div><br /></div><div>Hey there! I may or may not know you yet, but here goes anyway.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank God that He brought you to me! I have been waiting so long for you! Waiting... the word sounds so cliché all of a sudden, doesn't it? </div><div>I can tell that you're probably wondering why I do the things I do. Why I am so crazy on 'waiting till the right time' or 'taking time out to think and pray about it first'.</div><div><br /></div><div>Let me assure you, it's all done for the best of the both of us.</div><div>It's all done, because I would love you too much.</div><div><br /></div><div>I would wait, because I want to know it is gonna last forever.</div><div>I would wait, so that we will know are both suited for each other before we step into a relationship.</div><div>I would wait, so that we can be sure we will not be walking into a mistake that might scar both of us for life.</div><div>I would wait, because I want to be ready to take care of you. To be able to grow to become a mature, selfless individual, not the one I am now.</div><div>I would wait, because I want to know that I can support you and a family physically, emotionally, financially, for a lifetime.</div><div>I would wait, because I want to know you before we begin something so important as a relationship. Not just our likes and dislikes, but something deeper, such as our passions, what drives us, our dedications, our expectations, our commitments, our faith. To know that we are two souls wandering on the same page.</div><div><br /></div><div>I would wait, because I would wait on God. His time is perfect, so why forfeit the blessing He has for us by taking it into our own hands?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Dear partner,</i></div><div>What I believe is, love does not happen at first sight. That's called an infatuation. Love grows over time, just like a seed that is so carefully nurtured to blossom into a beautiful apple tree.</div><div>Gather the apples too early, and the products are sour. Why? Because the season is not right.</div><div>But pluck them off at the perfect moment, and what you get is the perfect fruit that's pleasant to both the tongue and the heart.</div><div>That's what I want our relationship to be like. An everlasting bond that will be filled with sweet memories, not the sour ones that come so often with a rushed relationship, especially since they tend to never last.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Dear partner,</i></div><div>I believe that love, is not just physical. I'm pretty sure you know that too. It breaks my heart to see so many of my peers, with so much potential, lose sight of what true love actually is.</div><div>Love is intellectual, and our love would not allow our actions to be rash and without thought. Our love would know how to think for each other's best interest, and deal with issues through patience and forgiveness.</div><div>Love is emotional, and our love will want to protect each other from the dangers of physical lust.</div><div>Our love would set boundaries to guard our hearts from guilt, shame, sin and eventual pain.</div><div>Love is spiritual, and our love would not stumble our spiritual walk with God. Our love for each other would glorify God, put God first, and just deepen our love and desire for Him.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Dear partner,</i></div><div>How would we know the time is perfect? </div><div>After we agree that there is some emotion between us, let's take some time to sit back, to let it grow. Let's be accountable to the people we trust, the mentors, the people who have seen it, gone through it all before. Let's entrust them to tell us whether we are ready, all the while preparing our hearts and soul for the next step that is togetherness. </div><div>Once the green light is given, and we are certain that our stands and beliefs are steadfast, then I'm pretty sure it's a divine matchmaking and that we can go ahead with a relationship. :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Dear partner,</i></div><div>At the end of the day, doesn't the test of time really show the true character of our love? Wouldn't the ability to hold back show how deep and genuine our love is? How much in love we really are with each other?</div><div>So, let's just make our love a testimony to our children and people around us, let's make it known that it doesn't hurt to wait, that it doesn't hurt to be sure that our love, relationship and marriage will last forever. Let's make it known, that <b><i>true love waits</i></b>. </div><div><i>The ring on my finger,</i> already signifies the commitment that I have made, and I haven't regretted it one bit. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Am I ready? I definitely am not. I'm still growing, still changing, still maturing. I've still many issues to deal with, still not the person I want to be.</div><div>I only want to be the best I can be, for you, and for God.</div><div><br /></div><div>So wait with me, and let's make our love an everlasting one. </div><div><i><b>The perfect love story.</b></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, </i><b><i>always perseveres.</i></b><i>"</i> - <i>1 Corinthians 13:4-7</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Lord, I commit it entirely to you. You have, and will never let me down, so I only want Your best for me, and nothing less. Your choice, is my future.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><b>With much love, now and always,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-4812655129269994595?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-88165312392174925412010-01-06T22:09:00.013+08:002010-01-21T00:18:34.070+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>A person told me today,<div>"You write and sound too sophisticated for your age."</div><div><br /></div><div>I retorted back at him,</div><div>"Actually, I write and sound too sophisticated for <i>YOUR</i> age."</div><div><br /></div><div>Pardon the horrible pun, needed to update my blog with something for today. :)</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">Long, deep emo post coming up in a while!</span></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>_____</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>On another note, I know it's a little late but,</div><div><br /></div><div>Happy Birthday<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> Audrey Chew!</span></b></div><div>I know you had a blast on your birthday, good for you! </div><div>Your present is on it's way! *literally*</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>The "sophisticated" one,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-8816531239217492541?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-25937521802897757262010-01-05T13:37:00.011+08:002010-01-30T01:17:40.449+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>It's official, I'll be a <b>Monash</b> boy come March 1st, 2010.<div><br /></div><div>When I look back, it's pretty astounding how fast life has progressed through the years.</div><div>I secretly muse at all the past challenges, the heartbreaks, the accomplishments, the disappointments, the victories, and most definitely, the experiences.</div><div><br /></div><div>And even as I begin to venture into University life, I'm rather satisfied to say that I've kept strong to my beliefs and stands after all these years. Not to be self-conceited or condescending, but rather just happy that I'm the person I am today, despite all the peer influences and monopolies.</div><div><br /></div><div>Certainly, some of them were building. And for that, I'm thankful for being placed in an abode full of individuals I can trust, and do life with. After all, there's still so much room to improve, so many things to be better at.</div><div><br /></div><div>As for the future... well, I constantly pray that my mindsets and notions will never be compromised nor wavered, and only by His grace, I'm assured that I will not stumble.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Failing to fall,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-2593752180289775726?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-43612329266910553572010-01-03T21:57:00.006+08:002010-01-21T00:19:44.962+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>School starts tomorrow. I remember the excitement the night before school reopens.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember waking up, trudging to the kitchen to drink my usual cup of hot Milo.</div><div>I remember packing my oversized-yet-under filled bag 5 minutes before leaving the house.</div><div>I remember the screams from both my parents from outside the house while I'm still packing my bag.</div><div>I remember the catching up with friends at the back of the class in between periods.</div><div>I remember stressing over Koperasi duties day after day after day.</div><div>I remember going to the toilet after almost every period with the guys.</div><div>I remember... the laughter, the giggles, the shouting, the running around, the sneaking about, and the freedom.</div><div><br /></div><div>Knowing that I can never return to those days, makes me miss them dearly.</div><div>Yet, the thought of waking up later than any of those chumps feels somewhat... </div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>invigorating.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Growing up,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-4361232926691055357?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-41526579406706657532010-01-02T23:49:00.004+08:002010-01-21T00:20:00.331+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/42E2fAWM6rA&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/42E2fAWM6rA&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>I refuse to believe that I am part of a lost generation.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><b>Living the change,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-4152657940670665753?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-19024908740287947602010-01-02T10:49:00.005+08:002010-01-21T00:24:02.662+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>I made mistakes. I still am actually.<div><br /></div><div>Sometimes when you look back, and see how the mistakes you made affected the lives of others, it really gets you thinking, will there be another chance?</div><div><br /></div><div>Time to start making up for them. <i>One mistake at a time.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>This is what the new year is all about isn't it? Forgetting the old, embracing the new. </div><div>I've forgiven, now, to seek forgiveness :)</div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><b>Learning to Breathe,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-1902490874028794760?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-13590071235577898102010-01-02T00:08:00.003+08:002010-01-21T00:23:28.259+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>To one of my best-est friend &amp; brother,<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>Happy Birthday Wai Jun Hung!</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It must rock to be older than almost everyone else in the same year as you :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Looking out for you,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-1359007123557789810?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-84920812555610182582010-01-01T18:34:00.009+08:002010-01-21T00:23:07.441+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I found out that 2 days ago, a friend of mine passed away in a freak car accident. He was a hit and run victim, and the murderer might never be found.</div><div><br /></div><div>We weren't very close, but had a year together a few years back and basically knew enough about each other to be considered "friends".</div><div><br /></div><div>R.I.P. Bro, and here's to meeting each other again when its my time to be there where you are :)</div><div><br /></div><div>_____</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Thoughts for today:</div><div><br /></div><div>Life... is fragile. Unpredictable.</div><div>You can never really know what's behind the next corner.</div><div><br /></div><div>Most times, we just take for granted each day, complaining on how life is unfair, instead of just being thankful for the day that has been given, and using it to its best potential.</div><div><br /></div><div>It doesn't matter what age you die, <i>for a life lived well is a life well lived</i>, and not determined on how short or long it is.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Deep in thought,</span><br />Shaun<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-8492081255561018258?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-64740781310574976372010-01-01T08:10:00.006+08:002010-01-21T00:22:38.972+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Happy New Year!<div><br /></div><div>2010. Has a pretty nice ring to it, dont'cha think?</div><div><br /></div><div>My New Year's Eve celebration included:</div><div>Dinner with the family and a large number of their friends at Cobra Club</div><div>Short mamak session with Suhaib followed by the watching of fireworks from my place along with the sisters and Germae</div><div>Night out with a couple of close friends.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Am still yet to think and pray for a New Year's Resolution for 2010. Am wanting it to be real special, something that I can look back on a few years in the future and say, "Hey, I managed to do such and such in 2010!" *pats back*</div><div><br /></div><div>Why I was already awake at the brink of dawn today, is a whole other question.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Road to Recovery,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-6474078131057497637?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-12153548041696859762009-12-31T01:20:00.004+08:002010-01-21T00:22:26.416+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>As I look at my laptop screen, I only see dark shade of grey. What lies there is uncertainty.<div><br /></div><div>Is there really something happening? Or am I just imagining it?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Confusion confounded,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-1215354804169685976?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-86395621431369577032009-12-28T19:04:00.004+08:002010-01-21T00:21:52.352+08:00<div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div>I've been accepted into Monash University.<div>I know I should be happy, but truthfully, this is where all the headaches come in.</div><div>I've still yet to decide between IMU and Monash. Where do I want to go? No idea, hence I can't give you an answer.</div><div> <br /></div><div>Oh oh and I just found out my name appeared in the newspaper today. 27 people scored >TER99 this year, a far cry from last year's 39 people. And I was so close to being person no.28.</div><div> <br /></div><div>I know, I know, I know I should be happy. I am, but human nature has its way of meddling with the area of our brain tied to gratitude and thanksgiving.</div><div> <br /></div><div>...</div><div> <br /></div><div>Well, that's only my theory on the matter, don't take my word for it. :)</div><div> <br /></div><div>Lord, thank you. I know I couldn't have done it without You. Sorry for sometimes being the spoilt child that I am. >.<</div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div><b>Needing Heavenly guidance,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div> <br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-8639562143136957703?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-10873922057253569042009-12-25T00:43:00.002+08:002010-01-21T00:21:20.052+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Waking up brightly on this beautiful day,</div><div>I sit on my bed, with hands lifted and begin to pray;</div><div>"Lord, won't you change the way we live,</div><div>Show us hope and faith that only You alone can give."</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Blessed Christmas everyone!</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></div><div><br /></div><div>May you bear good fruits in all your undertakings as we head towards a brand new season in God :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Love came down at Christmas,<br />Love all lovely, love divine;<br />Love was born at Christmas,<br />Star and angels gave the sign.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Wishing You a very joyous birthday,</b></div><div>Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-1087392205725356904?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-39163434458074278912009-12-24T18:01:00.006+08:002010-01-21T00:21:02.787+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Christmas Eve. The day we usher in the birth of Our Lord, counting down the minutes till midnight while partying away, drinking excessively, smoking on cigars and sleeping around.<br /><br />As much as I love the season, this is what the world has made it. A holiday which has its true meaning torn apart, chewed up and spit out like yesterday's news.<br /><br />The conundrum of Christmas is a difficult one indeed. Have we fallen so far, so quickly that we fail to realise the basic mistakes that we have made?<br /><br />____<br /><br />On another note, Monash interview happened today. I know, an interview on Christmas Eve? Am I the only one seeing a viable problem with the above statement? In any respect, the interview went rather well (in my opinion), and I'm rather proud with the sucker-punch I gave to the interviewer on the subject of professionalism. One-jab, two-jab, uppercut, and he's out!<br /><br />Would it be wrong of me for wishing to return to the days of the First Noel?<div><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Wishing the impossible,</span><br />Shaun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-3916343445807427891?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750812255335360106.post-12253262511044485272009-12-22T16:28:00.001+08:002010-01-21T00:20:25.810+08:00<div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Let's try this again, shall we?<br /><br />As decided some time ago, this blog is going to be more inward-looking compared to the last few.<br /><br /><br />Why? Because. Just because.<br /><br /><br /><br />Bear with me my friends, and I shall try my very best to not let you down like I have done so many times in the past.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Living life large,</span><br />Shaun<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750812255335360106-1225326251104448527?l=shaunkjw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07713314309237365436noreply@blogger.com0