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Name: ying
Interests: i love running in areas that i think i know...exploring with a friend who doesnt mind stopping to look and take pics of silly things like peahens and at the same time, talk to them. haha. i play touch rugby, soccer, ultimate frisbee, hoopla, cranium, taboo. Camping in the outdoors in Australia...minus the cold please. ehe. i hate card games like bridge or taiti....however you spell it. i love singing in choir in GOd's house. but i hate it when i lose a note. i love jazz music, flipping through magazines, admiring dresses i'll never get my hands on, i love the beach and the sound of the waves crashing. i love full arched rainbows in the middle of a bad day...though i detest bad days. then again, it's subjective. i love sunsets, sunrises, daffodils and crowded champagne rose bushes. talking to friends at a cafe with coffee in the front and a great view in the back. Gimme fritatas anytime. :)
Expertise: sleeping, eating slowly, empathising, pillow fluffing and staying up into the wee hours
Occupation: Lifestyle Programmes Executive
Industry: Voluntary Welfare Organisation
Message: message me
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MSN: poit_81@hotmail.com
Yahoo:  greatgums8@yahoo.com
Member Since:
7/2/2004
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| my paternal grandfather passed away last Monday. While sadness ought to have set in, feelings were mainly of relief and a discreet sense of joy that he didnt have to fade slowly and suffer a prolonged journey of death. Not until i stepped into his old home did I feel a sense of loss and realization that seriously, this world is such a transient place. People come and go and you never know when. In a space of 2 weeks, I've attended a young girl's funeral, an 80 year old grandfather of a friend, and my own grandfather. The young girl took her life and stepped off the ledge of her apartment.
i sat and noted down all the things i'd like to do when in Australia, come April, May.
Impending departure of sister is gnawing away at us. Just like how the dynamics of the family changed when i left for uni, it will follow suit when she ups and overs.
BSF begins on Monday. I'm half excited, half freaked out. A journey of faith. Who will i be in 6 months' time?
I'm gonna cease my dance lessons for tennis ones once the final session of lyrical jazz is done. I've come to accept that dance for me is not gonna turn out to be anything more than just entertainment for my cats.
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| i know you. you make me shuffle my feet. you take me back to the dark past. you've brought your buddy along. i thought i'd cast him aside a long time back. I wonder how long it will take to get myself back to down under. it's less than a month before my sister jumps on a plane heading there. oh how i wish..... gotta kick this habit of sleeping late and kidding myself that i'll have enough energy for the next day despite turning in at 2am. zzz. And if you should ask me about Haiti's disaster...i'd say tragic and i wish i was a doctor who could run on over to save someone. and shut up about all the "it's God's punishment". it clearly doesnt matter now. the end of the world faces everyone. | | |
| Headed out this morning to Jones the Grocer at Dempsey for brunch with Nilanka. Heard from someone that the coffee there is not bad. Not as acidic as all the coffees i've had and the froth is much smoother than the rest i've had. :) i'm a happy laydee. Was psyched up for Eggs Benedict but the closest was poached eggs (from NZ they said) on smoked salmon on toast with mini capers. so we talked about life and how it bites you in places you thought was down pat and dealt with. it never is. really. dealt. with. solar panels to lead her future...and perhaps a future trip to Colombo. give it 2 years. and me back in the waitressing biz. "Welcome to the Col Cafe. Table for two?"
my week in bullet(s to the heart) points
- dancing to Stupid in Love for class.
- intro to Esther for Sunday Sch
- workshop for BSF
- Celebration of Discipline
- constant quiet questioning
friends in conflict. in maybes. in frustration, confusion, rolling of eyes and exchanging of hasty words. love isn't cheap. i want also dont have. gotta treasure it. gotta dance barefoot in it and not let the fear of flattened toes get in the way.
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| hi Yiteng. ya i hear you loud and clear. but seriously, my Olympus takes horrid indoor photos, man. so you think we can pull this emcee-ing thing off eh? i've got a feeling it's gonna be one really fun project. ;)
danced to Britney this evening during Hip Hop class. as usual, Hamzah, the instructor threw me into fits of laughter and i had to tend to bending over instead of dancing to the music. dancing will be replaced by perhaps, guitar lessons or who knows, drums with Thomas (this guy quit YMCA to open his very own drum school! he teaches mostly kids)?
Met up with Yong, Mel, Eileen and Byron while they came for visits. SIGH. they do bring Melbourne's and Gippy's scents with them. argh. does it help that my sister is leaving for Australia soon too? *throws a mock tantrum* i remember the crisp air when i chuck garbage outside after dinner at dalpura court, baroda ave and at the Yong and Mel residence. ahhhh. sister might be living near the beach. and i'm talking within minutes!
Nilanka is back in town and she's craavingggg...... SWENSENS! ehehh.. so cute. i just had breaded chicken on big sis' birthday. it was sitting on fries that werent enough to cover the plate. I should've just gone for aglio olio with prawns. Last we met was Christmas 2 years ago when she popped by Taco Bill with her parents and i gave her a koala from Rose St Market! OH MY GOODNESS! was it really that long ago...? talking about that, there is a photo that we took that we never uploaded.
i need to pick up my camera and start shooting again. it'll be such a waste to ignore it.
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| like i was saying as i held back those marbles in my throat, 2010 is gonna be a tough year. Full blown service at BSF and JD in church. i'm praying for greater support from my cell group and finding meaningful and lasting friendships outside of it. Busyness is absolutely one of the things that i'm afraid of and then one day when i sit back to hear myself think, i find that i've lost my voice. oh the horrors of life here.
sister is leaving. dont know who knows me more than her. she puts up with my royal Crap.
as i prepare to lead a small group through the book of John, i already know that all the strength and wisdom i will have weekly til the end of the term will be from the everlasting Source! thinking about the commitment level, i already feel weary! YIKES. this is indeed the beginning of labouring in His harvest fields. He who is faithful in little is faithful also in much.
I dont know if you read the article about child prostitution ring in South Africa in TIME this past week. i dont know if it broke your heart. i dont know if you felt the dirt beneath her nails, the pain throbbing between her thighs, the guilt and dirt she felt she was, the fear flooding her every waking moment and the hope for possible freedom that blows away with the wind everytime she is pushed against the blood stained sheets. if anything, these articles convict me, compel me to see the big picture and drive me in the task at hand for now.
what is the Christian response? Can we continue standing, seeped in our apathy?
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