tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339068062011-04-22T02:35:27.353+08:00A seed is full of potential... let alone, nothing will happen. It needs light, water, nutrients,the right time... and a willing farmer...Iron Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060994462647227552noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33906806.post-78477274662117720572007-04-03T22:13:00.000+08:002007-04-03T23:58:45.364+08:00

My dearest readers, Sorry for my loooooong absence... It's been a tiring 3 months for me. I have much to share, but my schedule has been like a relationship of a rusty nut and bolt - Tight!I notice the hit count is still increasing (but very slowly) despite my loooooong absence. Thank you so much for visiting my blog.I would like to share with all of you some pictures I took during one of my

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This post is dedicated to all my Metro friends and especially to those who are overseas. Christmas at Thirumal's this year was quiter than last year. Quite a number of 'regulars' didn't turn up this year. Maybe because it's on a Monday and most of us had to go back to work the next day. Also, there were a few who were stuck in foreign land... you absence did make a difference... This year,

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This is a sequel to "Santa Clause Ain't Comin To Town"Date: 25th December 2006Time: MYT 1705hrTemperature: 33 Degrees CelciusSigh... waddya know... It's already Christmas. and there were no presents found under my mango tree, bonsai tree, Longan tree, and every other tree that I have planted...Since there were no news whatsoever about the whereabouts of Santa, we could only make the following

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Date: 24th December 2006Time: MYT 1810 hrTemperature: 30 degrees Celcius... Still no signs of Santa Clause. Wonder if he will come tonight... I have been a good boy this year. I should deserve some gifts. Let see what gifts he will bring... Deep down in my heart there is a doubt that I will receive anything from Santa. Not because I have not been good, but because I'm in Malaysia. I figure, if he

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All my life of hiking and climbing, I have sustained injuries like scratches, cuts, hit by a bicycle saddle at my groin, but never one so serious that I had to be on crutches, or in a wheel chair.On the Sunday of 10 December 2006, everything changed...I was again hiking up Bukit Tabur with two friends. It was a beautiful morning. The sky was clear and blue. This time, Lydia was setting the pace.

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A dedication to my Maker, friends who couldn't join me that day, and friends who are now over seas. Also, I dedicate this to Poh Lynn's father whom I met on my way down from the hill.It was a gloomy morning, about a week or two after the hazy days in KL. "The haze is finally over! I need to climb! No matter rain or shine, I need to go outdoors!" Why am I so gungho? Cuz I knew that the haze is

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...Sometimes I wonder... "when will I ever make it?". There were so many others in the queue ahead who were much bigger, and stronger than I. ...when will I ever make it...As the time went by, the volume of the alike increased. They all come in different shapes and sizes. This really makes me feel nauseatic, not to mention vulnerable... when will I ever make it... I seemed to be pushed further

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A vacation log, dedicated to all who went for the tripTime: about 6.30 am onwards.Date: Still 3rd September 06“Arise! It is first light! We have much to do!”. “Can we just stay here? Besides, it is very cozy where we are…”. “Time to leave your comfort zones! Do you want to eat or not!?”I could smell the morning dew even from my room. The temptation was too great! I had to get out of bed to enjoy

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A vacation log, dedicated to all who went for the tripTime: about 7.30pm onwards.Date: Still 2nd September 06We arrived at Kuantan House (The bungalow we booked) at around 8.00pm. It was twilight. I took my stuff, switched on my head lamp, and ran up the stairway towards the bungalow. There were no lights. I didn’t take any pictures here though cuz we were all hungry and we were rushing to cook

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A vacation log, dedicated to all who went for the tripTime: about 2.30pm onwards.Date: 2nd September 06It was pouring cats and dogs the very moment all of us entered the garage. Z opened up his poncho so that everyone could sit on the dusty floor. There wasn't much to do but to wait the weather out… minutes later; it was still raining cats and dogs. We did nothing and we waited…And we waited…And

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A vacation log, dedicated to all who went for the tripTime: 8.30amDate: 2nd September 06It was a cool Saturday morning. The weather seemed fairly good for camping. We were all very exited about the trip. Though no one in our gang ever camped at Fraser's Hill, we were all game to rough it out in the hills! We congregated at our church (Metrotabernacle), and did a check on our equipments; Tents -

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All its life, it has been waiting for a worker to bring seeds from afar, and to transport its own seeds to another. It was strong and exhuberant! Its glory was felt from distant soils. Its purple aura caught the attention of every living creature; bugs and all tetrapods alike. It was the prime moment of its life. It reigned like no other before it! Everything that had breath made its way to pay

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A body at rest stays at rest... Same goes with faith... Be it faith in oneself, be it faith in the Almighty, it cannot stop! Weary as one can be, one must not stop! One must press on to the very end! ... MOVE!

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Can anyone tell me what's in a name? Like they say, give a dog a good name! I have a dog, and I don't know what to call her yet. When I first got her, I call her bulat cuz she is round, like a football.Aw... isn't she adorable? ... That's what you think!... my mom calls her gigi, my sister calles her fifi, and she (bulat) and I are confused... she did not grow up to be like how I named her -

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... Sometimes, life's like that... but it is a perfect time for one to reflect...

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This is the begining of a long journey. There is nothing in this space yet, as the title suggests... a conception. There is only a seed in conception...The farmer is waking up...

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