He stretched out His arms and died.

season's greetings

2007-11-19T15:21:00.000+08:00

hi to all folks who care,

but really are just so darn bored during the school holidays that they bother to check back on a blog that is hibernating frequently and irregularly.

geez, christmas is coming but i'm not really feeling the season's love and wishes. i do, however, feel the coolness setting in and i am grateful for that.

today's post is an update to all my sim friends whom i haven't met in forever. i miss you guys and you guys do rock. i am just too broke to go out with all of you. i spent all my money on my second aniversary celebration with your dear friend, jocelyn.

i am about to start work at sony once again, but this time doing administrative stuff. alas, my hopes of working with val and jocey has probably fallen thru judging by what my agent, yvvone told me. well, everything happens for a reason, but i am still thankful and indebted to val for her help.

i hope everybody's doing fine and i sincerely wish to get in touch with all you sim people real soon.

in the meantime enjoy these pics of my family's latest addition:

and her name's phoebe. cheers and season's greetings everyone.

is a random post precisely random?

2007-07-08T17:42:00.000+08:00

heya guys, its nice to be blogging again. i seriously doubt that this post would be read by anyone as i haven't been blonking a blog forever. but whatever, if any kind soul happens to read this post by chance or purpose, please do leave a 'hi' in my chatbox. I AM a social being and i crave attention.

seriously. i'm not kidding.

alright, back to my topic for this glorious sunday.
how many times have you guys come across a post that forewarns, 'random post ahead', or 'randomly random post'? the author might as well be saying 'i'm gay and do read my post'. haha, ok that was a joke. and no, i'm not a gay-basher, at least not publicly.

well, ladies and gentlemen, due to the abundance of time i've had recently, i discovered a breakthrough. this is thoroughly my thought and opinion, so please, for your own sake, take it with a pinch of salt.

righty, here goes. 'Random' as a word is defined by cambridge dictionary as "happening, done or chosen by chance rather than according to a plan". i beg to differ. see, if you think about it, Morpheus from 'The Matrix' once said that nothing with a purpose happens by chance. ok alright, Morpheus never said that, but thats still bladdy true. Think about it. a blogger comes online, logs onto her (chances of female bloggers posting random blogs are significantly higher, as they think a random blog makes them more mysterious which they believe that guys would dig) account, and then proceeds to go through the tedious process of inputing her passwords and accessing her dashboard, only to say five minutes later, 'ooh, this is sooo random, i'm likee sooo not wanting to be posting on like, my blog, but well since, like i'm like here, so i'm like gonna post like a RANDOM blog. random my arse. that blogger accessed her account with a purpose to blog, so imo, that post was certainly neither happening nor done by chance.

so next time you think about titling your post 'randomly random randomness', you should just shoot yerself. haha, man i had a great posting. check back for more, dudes and dudettes.

of beds of roses and time

2007-01-06T14:04:00.000+08:00

life can certainly be likened to a bed of roses. sometimes.
everything goes smoothly for you, without troubles and hiccups.
and naturally but unfortunately, it is impossible for anyone to simply stay in that state of ethereal ecstasy.

Forrest said, "life is like a box of chocolate, you never know what you get."
indeed, life is supposed to be filled with unknowns and unexpected events. things that come along may not always work to your advantage or liking, but that's life. its supposed to be filled with ups and downs.

recently, i had a friend who had the most unfortunate thing happening to him. it was tragic, and i was barely able to cheer him. but he's fine already and for that i'm thankful to God. My prayers shall stay with him for the next week. i hardly pray nowadays, so i figured this is a jolly time to start again.

life's like a box of chocolate, you never know what you get. but, if you trust the person who brought you that box of chocolate, then you'll be in for a pleasant surprise.
God breathed life into man. He brought me my box of chocolates. I'm pretty sure He brought me my favorite chocolates (that would be caramel-flavored and dark chocs).
Be encouraged all who are weary and heavy-laden. He's got tonnes of your fav chocs. ;)

Say "say say say".

2007-01-03T22:20:00.001+08:00

DOMO!!! Okayy, guess who's back!

Yea people, I'm alive and kicking and I've very recently found my muse for blogging. She's none other than my very lovely gal, jocey (or otherwise known to other peeps as joc, jocelyn, josserlyn, jawmon or that gal with the really big eyes, nice legs and great smile). Say say say.

Alright. To my blog topic proper now.
I would like to write about the fading popularity of the uber-cool, Mr. 'Hardo-Gay'.
Yes, it's true. The hard gay fad is dying and that kinda upsets me. Woah, before you jump to any conclusions about my sexuality, I'm as straight as that hard-gay guy who's straight and married and pretending to be gay in order to rake in big fat paychecks. Guys, he is a genius. He saw a need in the market for lame crazy ideas and he exploited it thoroughly. It's beyond belief. Who would have the world would subscribe to his very public and crazy gay antics. I'm not gay-bashing or anything. It's just that even conservative societies like Singapore's have opened up to his gay-lobbying variety shows.

Just that other day at work in Sony Gallery Wisma Atria,

wei hong: .... i cant rem what he said.. its was something lame and crappy haha
mel: okayyy..(typical hardo-gay style response)

wei hong: Say say say!! Wa your Okayyy sounds just like hard gay's!
mel: yea i like this guy. he's funny.

wei hong: yea i like him too. i love the way we could use his responses against the ever persistent electronics consumers (namely the Indians who come from far far away just to seek discounts on electronics and upon finding a great price, refuse to purchase until at least another 50% discount is reached).
wei hong: before the customer can ask for discounts, put out your hand in front of their faces and say, "Say say say".

haha that was hilarious.

In any case, I would like to shout out a big Thank-you to all my friends who have been wishing me well. It's been a long time since I blogged and people must be wondering how I had been.
(I hope.)
I've accomplished a great deal this past sem and this past year. Got satisfactory results (they'll get better). SimDragons got our first silver medal in nothing less than the Regatta Men's Finals. Kudos to this really amazing team. The dedicated coach, captain and rowers made that happen. And we got our first overseas medal in the Penang Pesta. It was a bronze in the Mens finals as well. Now, surely, SIMdragons reputation is sealed as a solid 'real' team. No longer are we the 'bao-jia' in every race we compete in.

Also, I worked for a couple of Sony roadshows and got to know dozens of lovely people. From the lucky plaza roadshow I met Zep and Royston, the coolest dudes ever. Jerry, Ted and Wensheng were crazy company as well. Had a ball of a time with the rest as well, Rich and Derrick. The gals, Clara and Felicia were lovely, as always.
From the Wisma Atria roadshow, i got to know jack, jolene, stacy and the lovely santarinas! okayyy. they were emileen, jamie and trillia. amiable bunch of part-timers. also, my in-charge terence was a freaking awesome guy. he was a great supervisor and allowed us the max welfare we promoters were entitled to. oh, i think he's as lame as i am too. Though, the rest of the in-charge's and managers were quite anal, i must admit.

So i made some money and treated my gal to great times. This was my pleasure and my honour as nothing pleases my heart more than seeing her joyous and carefree.

The last year had been a great ride. By God's grace, this new year would be freaking awesome too.

ps. I can't wait to meet my Sim pals and check how they've been.
did jeff pass his driving test?
is gerald attached?
what happened to ivy's hair?
did val spend $5000 again on shopping this month?
what new moves has alex mastered on the dancefloor haha
did reubes meet any new meimeis?

Cheers to one and all. And to one and all, SAY SAY SAY!!

2006-07-10T18:25:00.000+08:00

School has begun.
i haven't blogged for a while. The reason's plain.

I was, I am and I have always been a lazy bugger.

Alright, so for the persons who care about me and wish to know if I contracted the Avivian Flu or the Mad Indon disease, I regret to inform you that I have contracted none of the above.

Now, for the really close friends who wish to know about my trip. One word sums it all up.
And, that word is disparity.

Indonesia is afterall a third-world nation and the differences betweem Singapore and Indonesia are appalling, though that hardly comes as a surprise. Its not just the physical appearances amd outlays of the two nations that defer greatly. The living conditions, lawkeepers' integrities, legislature and administrative handlings, culture and a great bunch of other stuff, which i can't recall right now, and am too lazy to try to recall.

So this disparity made me quite the upset person. I was missing everything that makes us uniquely singapore. from fastfood to hawker food to seafood to foodcourt's foods. hmm, seems like singapore is uniquely 'food'.

and well, of cos, i miss the people here in Singapore. I mean, 2 weeks is a long time and obviously being a human being, contrary to my friends' belief, i miss a lot a lot of people..and i swore that i would catch up all these precious peoples and more(those i have lost touch with) when i return to singapore. erm, well, now that i'm back, i dont quite understand why i made such an oath.

but. but, i am back and thats the main point. thats all that matters. i wish you folks best in everything that you're working on, in, below or above.
drink lots of water as it sure looks like the climates on a killing spree.

I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus

2006-05-15T11:09:00.000+08:00

howdy folks.
the holidays are in. some friends have started on their vacation jobs, namely ibee-chan. the others are chilling at home, hanging out in town or trying to find meaning for their lives. right, so that last part won't exactly be happening. but regardless, people do that alot and quite often too. people try to answer the aged-old questions like, where're we going, where're they from, why is this guy spanking my arse? sick. grotesque. darn, that last part reminded me of the bladdy brokeback scene.

Well, people find meanings in lots of things in the world. Normal people find faith in religions. Of course, there're always oddballs and loose-screws dedicating their lives to star trek, hairy POT-ter or even plastic toys shaped like laser-swords.
Religions all share a similar purpose, to keep people on the good track, which is supposedly the right track. What many people don't know is that what Christ gave us, is more than a religion. By His death, He gave us the right to be sons and daugthers of God. Just picture this people, you get to call the Almighty your DADDY. thisss is mind-blowing. An omnipotent being who is all about love, and you get to have a Father-child relationship with God. I am grateful for that.

Because of that, I get to have everything I want. I mean, come on, My Daddy is God. I don't know about you, but I doubt I would have to ever worry about anything ever again.

lastly, did you folks know that santa claus is a paganistic idea. yea, chubby old man is the world's way of coping for the lack of luuve during Christmas, and he probably lives in Ireland. hah, no offense to the Irish. if only pagans knew about the love that they're missing out...

If I ever saw mommy kissing santa claus, I would kick him in the nu%*

p.s. Happy Birthday, Pastor Prince.

2006-05-10T16:33:00.000+08:00

its over. phew. darn exams.

stfu

2006-05-04T21:35:00.000+08:00

stfu
sometimes, life does seem to just throw everything that it has at you.
they say that that the sun always shines through after the storm.
they say that the world is ruthless, despicable and self-centered.
they say that no one is going to help you in this world.

guess what. they are who they talk about.
i am rather angry. people have the right to be angry right?

i am lost and confused and all very negative.

right, i feel better. see, another benefit of blogging.

When I stumble in the darkness.

2006-04-20T12:32:00.000+08:00

There are not more enduring times such as these, when pressures mount, acne breaks out, sanities verge on the edge, and people jump off roof-tops.

Semestral Examinations. For adrenaline junkies out there, this outta take the cake.
Among the million random thoughts in my mind, I have decided to share something very close to my heart.

The story goes like this. I was out with my arse of a pal, Jason. He's a brilliant jack-arse. We all still love him though. We broached topics such as blogging and bloggers. He shared his sentiments with me. Hmm, his views are somewhat unconventional, yet refreshing and revelational. Bloggers are mundane people with boring lives, which they wish to glorify by making everyday events seem so important and/or happening. He went on to add that bloggers call on their other blogging friends, who are also leading mundane lives, to visit their blogs and tag on their chat-boxes. This intensifies their make-belief celebrity and only adds to their delusions.
To create a delusional blowout, these bloggers would then return the favor and tag on their blogging friends' blogs. Then, they live with their untreated psychosis happily ever after.

Well, that is a lot of hate. HAaha..

As for me, I believe that blogs are really just meant for people to catch up with their friends. I mean, in our busy society, catching up with your old friends can sometimes seem like the hardest thing to do. Hence, I appreciate blogging for all it is worth, and I respect my friends who blog, for I see it as a means for them to keep me updated on their lives. God bless us all.

For all my SIM pals, press on. There's nothing easy or smooth sailing when you want success. The only easy things you can ask for are wisdom and favor, but that's another story for another time. ChEErs.

LMAO.

2006-04-17T01:55:00.000+08:00

Ladies and gentlemen, I have struck the jackpot of hilarity. You guys won't believe how funny this guy and his blog is. LMAO.

Alas, due to my lazy nature, I am too lazy to request for permission to post his website's URL on my blog. In addition, I am a total idiot when it comes to copyrights of intellectual property and stuffs. And, as mentioned in my previous entry, I am totally in awe of what the Sedition Act can do to me and my arse, so I am totally steering clear of that area.
Darn, that makes me a total chicken. But, I am really not.

Anyways, what I can tell you is that the owner of that website and blog is named Mark Leung. He is some student of some American College. Here's a picture of him.

And here is a picture somewhat similar.

Ah yes.. you artsy folks must have realised that in both pictures, the guys just look ridiculous. And, the gals must have been held at gunpoint and forced to smile.

Stay quirky. Stay chirpy.
That's one way of beating pre-exams blues.

What's the story, Morning Glory?

2006-04-09T11:45:00.000+08:00

Time flies. I have never really appreaciated this phrase till now.
The last time I posted anything was more than a month ago. Guess I am the ultimate procrastinator around man..

Truth is I had the wierdest dream last night and I wanted to share this with someone. And since I just got a new laptop, I have decided to use every opportunity that I have to utilise this baby.
Right, my dream.
It goes like this, I woke up in the morning and I saw to my shock that I had woken up in my old flat which is but a couple of blocks from my current abode. The peculiar part is that someone had torn down the walls of the room and my room is now linked directly to the opposite flat, like both the flats are conjoined. Thus, I effectively woke up to dozens of people staring at me. And worse still. Someone had converted the previously vacated flat to some kinda private uni (like there ain't enough private uni suckers out there) and the whole class of Chinese Nationals were looking at my morning glory. Well. Embarrassment is quite the understatement.

So anyways, I have, since that bizarre dream, concluded as to why I had that wierd dream. Kudos to my baby and Jeff Ong (Jo). They had previously discussed matters such as that creepy vacated flat opposite my old flat, and setting up a private uni to improve our net export and GDP, since majority of students in privy unis in Singapore are foreign students. Well, that's the story for that.

Tune in next month for the next blog. Cheers.

Moulin Rouge

2006-03-05T21:54:00.000+08:00

Hey folks. How's life?
Good. Great. Nice to hear that you're doing well. I am doing well. Relatively well, I guess. Life is certainly no bed of roses. But,
"The show must go on!" so claims the oversized comic tenor from moulin rouge.

I just watched moulin rouge and I really think it's fantastic. Its an understatement to claim that it is only the best love musical-movie of the decade. Ok, I know it's a really old-school movie and stuffs but it is really fantastic. I am sure that there're easily a million people who concur with me on that.

A particular line from the movie struck me hard. Smack in the head.
"The greatest thing you'll ever know, is to love and be loved in return."
And yesh, I know. A lot of you folks are thinking that that's such a cliche line.
I don't. If you really just think about it, it makes a hellota sense. When was the last time you felt so warm in your heart that you could love the world regardless of her ugliness? For the married and the attached folks, that one time would easily be when your spouse/mate got you the sweetest gift that was just right for you. It could easily be a simple and cheap gift, but at the right time and with the right smile, that sweetest gift from your loved ones must've sparked you to the moon.
For the S.A.A.(that would be Single and Available for the uninitiated), that one warmest moment probably came from you doing something for the guy/gal you're helplessly falling for, and him/her reciprocating your gifts or actions.
So you see, folks. From both scenarios drawn, we can see that love is awesome. I think the world bows down to awesome love. To love and be loved in return.

It may not be the greatest thing, but it is a GREAT thing.
I love you, my rib.

Brokeback stirs.

2006-02-28T22:36:00.000+08:00

As of late, the only topic that can make males feel queasy almost instantaneously is the tent scence. THE tent scence. Yesh, it's the controversial scence from the movie, Brokeback Mountain by Ang Lee.

Not that I've watched it, but my "buddies" (they were once perfectly straight, but I can't be sure of that after they've watched THE movie) keep talking about it.
Now, what about the movie? Two cute guys, they're cowboys, mind you. A great setting and a great plot of love and lust, by Ang, Asia's best. Sounds like a chick flick, doesn't it?

So, what's wrong?
Oh, it's Lee. Not Ang. Dammit.
Right, other than this, the movie is about 2 gay cowboys. Actually, I believe one of them is married, so its 1 gay cowboy and 1 bisexual cowboy. Hey, whatever makes them happy. Anyway, the best part is that the movie had been nominated for many movie awards. To me, the setting doesn't really seem right. We have 1 Asian director, 2 cute cowboys and the tent scence. It is freaking me out, actually. Well, Singapore's society is just like the world over. We are getting more liberal as globalization hits us hard. There's no escaping it, I guess. And if we can't beat them, we ought to join them.

And joining them, we are. The SimDragons fellows are all engaing in these kinda acts. During training, when someone brushes my back, I can't help but wonder if they did it on purpose.

Well, this is the end of my post. I know, I know. The entertainment value is like 0 and stuffs. But, hey, not everyday is Sunday. Likewise, my entries aren't always interesting. Hmm. But then again, my previous entries aren't really funny nor entertaining. Oh what the heck.

What do you know?

2006-02-25T21:07:00.000+08:00

People, people. Something unbelievable has happened. I’ve been having a blogger’s block for days now. For the uninitiated, a blogger’s block is similar to a writer’s block.

I’ve been rather bogged down by the things going on in school and SimDragons has a great race coming up in mid-March. Could these reasons induce the mental block in my mind?

Not that I care, actually. If I don’t have anything interesting or random to share with you peeps, it doesn’t matter. The world keeps on spinning.

God: Melvyn, why do you have a blogger’s block?
Melly: I have no idea.
God: Well, do you want me to stop the world from spinning until you regain the blogging flow?
Melly: That would be nice, Abba Father.

Right. That ain’t gonna happen. So pack up your troubles in your old knit bag and smile. The reason I can smile is because Christ is for me. And, I am as He is in the world. Do you think your problems are bigger than Jesus?

Right.

The purpose of Communication.

2006-02-16T16:58:00.000+08:00

Before I begin my actual post, I would just like to share with you guys, my faithful friends and supporters of my unpopular blog(not that the unpopularity is bugging me), that I am uber elated that I found out how to post pictures on blogspot. Took me eternity to find the darn picture icon. A beer is best served chilled. A blog is best presented with pictures. I mean, we could talk the talk, but we need pictures to show that we've walked our talk, you down with that, dudes and dudettes?

So, right. My post. Communication.
What does this picture say, to you?
A picture certainly speaks a thousand words. And it speaks differently to different people. To me, it is a most skilful photograph snapped by my baby. Baby, you deserve credit and I give it when it's due.
Similarly, different people interpret a particular event or action differently. The question isn't whether a party is right or wrong to interpret things the way he/she does. It's whether truth persists in the conclusion. Hence, it is always good to find out the other side of the story, if there is any, and that is what really matters. I will always bear in mind what someone always nags about to me. And, that is to put myself in the other party's position. To fill his/her shoes, so as to gather a better understanding of what the other party is going through.

More importantly, before all this can be done. Communication must be initiated. Without coming forth to clear one's doubts and questions, the truth would never be known. The beauty of communication is that, a resolution can be reached. Sure, it may be a negative resolution and both parties may conclude that it is better to never talk to each other again. But at least, that conclusion would be reached. One may hide, but he/she may not run away from his/her problems forever. Solve it and spare yourself the awkwardness and agony, if any is caused. On a lighter note, I have a most glorious picture to show.
Yes. This is taken by myself. That's why it is glorious.

Anger Management.

2006-02-12T22:58:00.000+08:00

Have you ever wondered why tempers flare when one is tired? Yea, I've pondered about this a gazillion times. Only thing was that I was never diligent enough to find out the reasons why.

Now that I've put in the effort to search for a scientific or biological explanation on Google, I actually found nothing after half an hour of reading page after page of irrelevant journals and stuffs. Now, that was the first time Google has failed me. First time for everything, I guess.

Drive or be driven.

2006-02-09T09:55:00.000+08:00

The day of reckoning has inevitably arrived. My baby is getting her car licence today. No, she hasn’t passed the test yet. But she will. This post serves to testify to the amount of confidence I have in her. More importantly, this post would testify to the favor and wisdom of God that will surround and fill her on this particular day.

Now, the issue at hand. I would expect only two different kinds of reactions from myself upon her passing the test. Firstly, I would be jumping around wildly for joy. Not just because her months of driving effort have paid off, but also because potentially, I now have a chauffeur.

The next reaction I may have would be very similar to the first. I would still be whooping around, and I would potentially have a chauffeur. However, that’s not by choice. Folks, you’ve guessed it. I do not own a licence. So now, should I feel the heat under my collar and start acquiring my driving licence, so as to minimise my inferiority complex? In this time and era, where female and male equality are on a par in most societies, it is very common to have women being more successful than men in every aspect of living. Heck, if your wife is more capable than you are at bringing home the bread and the butter, I feel the alpha male ego should really take a backseat and you, as a rational man, should simply start taking care of household chores and the kids. Who knows, you might even carve a niche for yourself as a baby-sitter.

That being said, I still feel that I should acquire a licence. Not for my ego’s comfort’s sake, but since I am going to be rich and famous, a car and a driving licence would come in handy. Right. Seriously, a licence would be essential in the near future when work and family commitments pile up.

Technicalities of a relationship.

2006-02-08T11:04:00.000+08:00

Believe me when I tell you that the mechanical bits of a relationship can be really frustrating.

But a couple does not live in the lovey-dovey moments forever. Within these special moments which both the laddie and his babe wish would never end, everything is "yes" and "ok", and "sure, I promise you that". Now, what is going to happen when both parties lose that consciousness that they are in love? By this, I don't mean that they are no longer in love, but merely that they have lost the consciousness that he/she is the special someone. An analogy: a soldier could forget his allegiance to his country in the face of his family. It's not that he is no longer loyal to his nation, but just that there are periods of time when that consciousness simply does not exist.

Frankly, a couple should not live in this dreamy state too much. Wisdom would encourage you to deal with these mechanical bits which surely would come along. By running away or postponing the resolution of the problem, the couple is living in a temporal state of denial.

Be encouraged, I would say. Life is not a bed of roses, what more a romantic relationship? Problems would arise, but they aren't here to stay for long. Plus, overcoming these problems would strengthen the relationship in unbelievable ways. So, start dealing with your problems today. More importantly, let the wisdom of God guide you. Cheerios...

Now, the taboo issue of being gay.

2006-02-07T16:18:00.000+08:00

Why is it always such that intolerance for gays is greater than that for lesbians? Sure, there are some biological explanations behind this, but I believe that our Asian convervatism is the chief cause of this conception. Especially so among my generation, which can be considered to be quite aged. Alright, so I am only 21. Still, most of my school peeps cannot bolster such claims.

Adolescence. Yes, one of the many prime seasons in one's life. The average adolescence female would go through fleeting moments of crushing on their seniors. And yes, of course. For some girls, they never quite fled from these emotions. This is probably something to do with the female biological gears and is generally accepted within our society. The same can't be said for gays though. Most boys don't develop crushes for their seniors. Naturally, there'd be exceptions.

I would decline to go any further, in case our very fine Sedition Act puts me behind bars. What I believe is that racial and sexual intolerance persists in every society. Rationally, it'd be good if a community lives in harmony without intolerance of any forms.

Darn, I hate the Sedition Act.

Guilt torments.

2006-02-07T01:19:00.000+08:00

I shall always remember what I learnt in church one fine sunday morning, ages ago. Yes, this hooligan of a man, right here, actually goes to church. I turn into a bible-toting gentleman on sundays.
Ok wait. Do not believe the hooligan nor bible-toting part. I am too 'mild' to be a hooligan (kudos to Jeff on discovering this), and I actually happen to be the proud owner of an O2 mini with a digital bible function.

You may believe the rest though. Nothing quite extraordinary. Its just an awesome Father-Son relationship I share with my God.

Right, back to the guilt part. You see, folks. The devil uses guilt as a tool to evoke generally negative feelings in one. It uses guilt as a weapon to pin humiliation, embarrassment and disgrace to one's past experiences or deeds. But surely people, we don't have to succumb to that bull-crap. I am not asking you folks to pretend that the past never occurred. What I am suggesting is that you embrace your future with hope. With the belief that it will be bright, much brighter than right now. It always is. Especially with Christ by your side. I mean, come on, what's there to lose?

On a sidenote, some people lavish generous portions of guilt on people who are/were precious to them, in an attempt to win sympathy or God-knows-what objectives. Worse still, their victims always had good faith towards them. Seriously, suck on my balls man. Dude, I mean, come on. That's juvenile man.

In conclusion, I would like to mention a couple of people who had inspired me or contributed to my stumbling blogging attempt in any ways. My Abba Father. He always picks me up when I get myself strewn on a heap of mess. Phyllicia. Babe, you won't believe it, but your blog got mine started. Its always harder when you're alone anywhere. But, Jesus' gonna pull you through. Jocey my baby. You inspire me everyday.

Welcome, one and all.

2006-02-06T11:39:00.000+08:00

A first for me. A first for the world. Be introduced to my random thoughts and inner voices. I believe they can be quite entertaining.