<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494366623883451979</id><updated>2011-09-08T10:09:06.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darylquah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8494366623883451979/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darylquah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18250745381467843477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SNz2pf1_uQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tKdfQA0kMWg/S220/me+in+office.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494366623883451979.post-5523880840083860343</id><published>2009-04-14T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:41:46.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month in Dunedin. 1st Post in NZ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello family and friends! Finally a post after a month. Forgive me, i just feel so lazy to blog! I have posted up lotsa photos in Facebook. Haha, so those of you who dont have Facebook.....Forgive me, its really hard to upload picture into this blog, or I'm just so bad at it. Nways straight to point, let me tell you bout the culture shock I've experienced so far. Some I got used to it, some I'll never wanna get used to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1) Its all about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;sex sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; and more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.. Prostitution, its legal and this is not Amsterdam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SeU2gfZMjII/AAAAAAAAAFc/t6qjzs4i1aE/s320/DSC01437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324722066246372482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the picture do the talking. This is a cutting from a local newspaper. Its shocking but the my European and Canadian flatties was even more shock when they saw my reaction. According to a 'reliable source', &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;most guys here loose their virginity at 15-17, and by 20, they should have done it 5-10 times to be considered normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2) Booz, everyday is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SeU3o-WMzqI/AAAAAAAAAFk/kRpxiAfxhbM/s320/100_6548.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324723311505886882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Captain "Dou Bro". Created after a consuming box of Double Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SeU57T_l0oI/AAAAAAAAAF8/T63F1d67oJY/s1600-h/DSC01414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SeU57T_l0oI/AAAAAAAAAF8/T63F1d67oJY/s320/DSC01414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324725825577538178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't remember what happened here..... But someone is below the brown cushion.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Friday and Saturday night is when people drink 20-30 cans of beer a night, after they're 'plastened', thats when they don't remember the things they do and sleep with the wrong person. Don't worry mommy and daddy, I have yet to walk into a club :) Will keep it that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3) Its all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SeU57NTSybI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VlvORZ7EjnI/s1600-h/100_6612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SeU57NTSybI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VlvORZ7EjnI/s320/100_6612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324725823781128626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tip of an iceberg of sheep and cows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SeU57xNraSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/cPsU3UmuAPE/s1600-h/100_6596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SeU57xNraSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/cPsU3UmuAPE/s320/100_6596.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324725833421252898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To those who love big cities, this is all u get here. Its sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SeU57lQSkRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gEj0KKP25N0/s320/DSC01434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324725830210982162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I warmed up with the grass. Haha, its not all germs. Its fun, gotta scrape off the fear of Malaysian grass to enjoy this really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SeU5YW-g6eI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZmksfLOxCBk/s1600-h/100_6546.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SeU5YW-g6eI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZmksfLOxCBk/s320/100_6546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324725225082907106" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Got so used to green that my iPod is green too =) Sexy green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;4) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MY COOKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, oh yeah, thats a culture shock too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SeU_gP4i6iI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4ITFxHtB4OQ/s1600-h/DSC01418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SeU_gP4i6iI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4ITFxHtB4OQ/s320/DSC01418.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324731957687544354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This, plus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SeU_q_QNW_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/bEJiWWsx99o/s1600-h/DSC01419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SeU_q_QNW_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/bEJiWWsx99o/s320/DSC01419.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324732142201953266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SeU_qxrLRXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bN-MPfMPc6M/s1600-h/DSC01420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SeU_qxrLRXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bN-MPfMPc6M/s320/DSC01420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324732138556966258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...then this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SeVAV-u1imI/AAAAAAAAAGs/TQxZuumXJTg/s1600-h/DSC01421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SeVAV-u1imI/AAAAAAAAAGs/TQxZuumXJTg/s320/DSC01421.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324732880796355170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...becomes this..Look so much better when my mom made it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That was my 1st dinner i cooked here. Either my taste for food dropped to help my self esteem or my cooking just taste good :) Getting better everyday. But I really miss Malaysian food. The food just taste like crap.. and much crappier pricing. I miss mamak, bak kut teh, nasi lemak, laksa........ But dessert's the best, they have bomb cookies, cakes, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ice creams&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;frozen yogurt&lt;/span&gt;, fruits and butter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;5) Only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; 'yellow'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was quite awkward initially, but I've gotten used to it and made more white friends then asians now. Unlike the medicine school (more than 50% are asians) politics and psychology consist mostly white students. But whats the point coming overseas and stick with the same bunch of Asians friends? There are plenty of 'white washed' Asians too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In my 1st few weeks here, I met a few xenophobic drunkards. They'll stop the car just to curse at me, or speed up when I cross the road and the worse is throwing empty beer bottles at me. Haha, of course both bottles missed. Thank God for that. But apart from the few people, the people here are very very nice and polite. Unlike Malaysian drivers. Including me of course. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Church is good, found a place called "Grace Bible Church", emphasize alot on Word of God which is really good. But I miss the vibrantness of DUMC, only Dr Daniel Ho manage to balance Word and Gung-Ho-ness and hence DUMC :) Will be starting my men's prayer group soon. In this land, you wont last long if you don't hold yourself accountable with other man of God. Temptations and distraction everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nways I'll be going for a trip tomorrow =) More pretty photos coming up in Facebook i expect. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;To my family, I miss you all loads. Not fun la no kakak at home and walking ATM everywhere I go. Haha, and I miss mom's nagging, dad's long lecture, Bryan's randomness, Jordan's fat pinchable face and kakak's niceness at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...and church members, Dr Daniel's preaching, Pastor Chris M's prayer group. and everyone I know i DUMC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...friends in Malaysia, there's no other better friends than you guys, I now know what "you'll only appreciate things when they're no longer there" means. But I have Skype =) Get Skype and we can talk!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Till then PRAY for me :p Won't forget you all in my prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494366623883451979-5523880840083860343?l=darylquah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darylquah.blogspot.com/feeds/5523880840083860343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8494366623883451979&amp;postID=5523880840083860343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8494366623883451979/posts/default/5523880840083860343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8494366623883451979/posts/default/5523880840083860343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darylquah.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-month-in-dunedin-1st-post-in-nz.html' title='One Month in Dunedin. 1st Post in NZ!'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18250745381467843477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SNz2pf1_uQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tKdfQA0kMWg/S220/me+in+office.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SeU2gfZMjII/AAAAAAAAAFc/t6qjzs4i1aE/s72-c/DSC01437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494366623883451979.post-6978732178818929565</id><published>2009-02-01T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T07:44:43.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot n Cold...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...your in an your out, your up and your down, your wrong when its right, its black and its white.... I can go on..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Obey when God speaks, Trust His character when He's silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nways&lt;/span&gt;, people wonder where the heck I've been. I'll tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; now, and I'll keep this short. I've finally gotten my offer letter from University of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Otago&lt;/span&gt; and Sheffield early December after one heck of a long wait. Looking at the currency exchange and how much I can rob from my dad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Otago&lt;/span&gt; is the one, THE one. Simple eh? Pack your bags, pay the fees, agent settle your visa, farewell parties, get on the plane then leave?? I wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before I could do all that, I've gotta do a medical check up. Its simple, u do urine test, blood test and chest x ray, and if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; never smoked like chimney and drink alcohol like water for 50 years, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have to sweat at all! Mickey mouse check up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Walked in like a hero, 1st time doing a checkup, and I went alone. Horror of horrors.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I failed my urine test, there's trace of blood and protein in my pee. Doc said my kidneys are failing. My liver function test failed, so doc said my liver is shutting down too, AND, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;platelet&lt;/span&gt; count is low too. I failed all the test that I did&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Bravo. If its HELP exam, i can study harder, driving test , I can practice... Blood test? I do nuts but pray, and wait and pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;, 2 weeks later after drawing blood out of my body for 4 times, that would be 16 pine of my blood?? I dunno, doc &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; found out that my liver function test went back to normal, urine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; abnormal and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;platelet&lt;/span&gt; count still low. I ask him why, he answered : "What is wrong with you?". With the dumbest ever looking face I've ever seen. So even my earthly savior don't know whats wrong with me. 1st I'm dying next I'm alive but abnormal. Common, what is this? Dr. House the real game?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Aite&lt;/span&gt;, maybe this blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; that short after all. So after another week of blood drawing and waiting for result (total 3 weeks), All test went back to normal except my blood, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;platelet&lt;/span&gt;. You wanna know whats the best part? I&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;drank&lt;/span&gt; one bottle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;chlorophyll&lt;/span&gt;, in tequila cups, neat shots 5 times a day, I drank bloody red slimy juice (Bit root+tomato+celery+lady's finger), and I drank 4 shots of PAPAYA leaf juice, NEAT.&lt;/span&gt; It tasted like crap. You don't wanna know the taste. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;: Girls, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; mind kissing me after all this??;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Okok&lt;/span&gt;, after drinking all that stuff, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;platelet&lt;/span&gt; suppose to go up but it went down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sigh, so finally doc gave up on me. How anal you have to be for a doc to give up on you?? He wrote in my visa report that I'm abnormal and need to do bone marrow test in NZ to declare me fit. I asked him why I cant do here in Malaysia? He said "I dunno, get out, times up, next patient is waiting". By the way, I found out that he screw up my urine test earlier when I when for 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; opinion test to declare nth wrong with my pee. Well, he being himself insist he's right and scolded me for consulting 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; opinion. AHA! I smell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;sth&lt;/span&gt; fishy there. Why so scared when he's right? AND he told me "not to be scared and cause I might have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ITP&lt;/span&gt; but don't look up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; in case you freak out, its bad but its alright"... HUH? Smart dumb doc , visit him if you wanna feel alive. Don't if you've got brains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; week. I'm in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;SJMC&lt;/span&gt;. lining up with bunch on old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;, to see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;hematologist&lt;/span&gt;, blood specialist to find out what's wrong with me. There.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;....people with dialysis, people sleeping in the bed, on the wheelchair...All over 60. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; the only youngster there..*made me more depressed*... Long story short I did another blood test that cost me 20 times more expensive than in clinic. Oh yes,, 20 freaking times. No lie. Just to find out its not sufficient enough to find out whats wrong...and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BONE MARROW ASPIRATION :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just a day ago the specialist said 'I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;shud&lt;/span&gt; be fine, no need bone marrow check'.. Now casually escort me down for bone marrow. I was freaked to death. From what is watch in Grey's and House, its gonna hurt. But I was wrong.. Sedation knocks me out, I was holding hands with a nurse and the procedure begins. He drilled a 15, 20 inch???? Needle up my spine and God knows what next. I woke up in the middle of procedure when doc had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; complication. I can feel needles tickling my back bone near my butt, scolded the doc (I dunno why) and went back to sleep. The process was painless but the recovery rocks. I can even flex my butt and walked properly for days. So we had a penguin back home. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Nways&lt;/span&gt;, result came out i have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;ITP&lt;/span&gt;. Don't ask me what it stands for...complicated. &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Fyi, normal person platelet count 150-400. My dad off the chart 400+, my friend 200-300, denggi patient &gt;50. Mine, 87......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It meant &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;NO REASON FOR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;PLATELET&lt;/span&gt; TO DROP, UNKNOWN WHEN IT HAPPENED, NOT SURE WHETHER IT'LL GO&lt;/span&gt;. Cool huh? Hot cold, in out, up down...Common, make up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; mind? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; grateful I'm alright. Its a test of faith. I prayed like crazy, my family too. Though I miss out Xmas and New Year, its worth it. So many people in church prayed for me. Even those I do not know. Even leaders who are so busy took their time and show concerned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm touched. My family became closer. Now I know what Jesus means when He says He's our Rock. You can tell me you don't God. Wait till you struck with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;sth&lt;/span&gt; concerning your health. I'll see how you react. I was helpless but to wait and trust in God. He delivered me. All things happen to for our good. How is that? Now that I have this condition, I'm considered abnormal and my visa will be delayed, so I'll be leaving later than I expect. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; more quality time with family! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, this incident had brought my family so much closer. And as bonus, I'm not going to NZ alone. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;, I've got a friend going there too! Ain't it cool? Just when I thought everything was not going my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297905830322031042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SYXxSH3QycI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mZu3ceR4l50/s320/DSC01321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;High on sedation after the procedure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297906958469985554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SYXyTyisdRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/zQ2tOhoPNIo/s320/DSC01318.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally not so stone? Sedation is just cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The verdict, I cant play rough sports anymore, no bungee jumping to avoid bleeding, and blood test every 3 months. At least I'm not dying:) Praise God. He's THE man. thanks to all those who stick by and prayed for me in this tough tough month. Thanks to my family. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, where I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; spent a few thousand more just for this check up. I'm sure they don't mind ;P Its 3am. I cant sleep. Very excited that I'm flying off soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494366623883451979-6978732178818929565?l=darylquah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darylquah.blogspot.com/feeds/6978732178818929565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8494366623883451979&amp;postID=6978732178818929565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8494366623883451979/posts/default/6978732178818929565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8494366623883451979/posts/default/6978732178818929565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darylquah.blogspot.com/2009/02/hot-n-cold.html' title='Hot n Cold...'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18250745381467843477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SNz2pf1_uQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tKdfQA0kMWg/S220/me+in+office.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SYXxSH3QycI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mZu3ceR4l50/s72-c/DSC01321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494366623883451979.post-8166312376817651978</id><published>2008-10-16T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:46:10.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Days Ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Enoch walked with God"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Genesis 5:24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Estelle's "American Boy" suddenly burst and broke the silence. Dang, it's not a pleasant sound. It's 6. Felt like I've only slept for 15mins though I slept for 5 hours.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And suddenly, the radio announced that HELP's KPD offices was burnt down and student no longer have to go coll. Oh yes, I went back to sleep immediately..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Estelle's "American Boy" suddenly burst and broke the silence. Dang, it's not a pleasant sound. It's 6. Felt like I've only slept for 15mins though I slept for 5 hours.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Argh.. This time for real I'm awake. It was a dream. Reluctantly I forced myself up and put on the contact lenses, my motor coordination is so bad that I placed the contacts on my nose and dropped on the floor. Had to sniff around like a puppy for it.. Wish HELP was really burnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Honk, Hooonk".. The sound of Malaysian drivers. Kancil tailed me close enough to for me to do an emergency brake and come come insurance money. I drove 60km/hour,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;IN SLOW LANE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; but being Malaysian, lanes don't mean a thing. Just lines drawn on floor to assist you to take off like a Boeing 747, though your driving a Kancil. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MALAYSIA BOLEH&lt;/span&gt;. I paid RM1.60 for the highway. I'm sustaining my speed, and is my right to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Meeting with one of the office staff didn't turn out the way I like it. Its frustrating. Very frustrating.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Ding!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the lift door opened, but a sea of monkeys who did not even queue just shoved everyone that had queued and into the lift they go, with a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;smirk&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;RELAX Daryl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Walked 7 floors down. Wished I have 2 heart, one to be used when the other is struggling for O2. Looked for my friends, my appetite for lunch dissapeared after the meeting. Walked down but couldn't find my friends.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GRR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;RELAX Daryl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Located friends in library, the day was as hot as Jessica Alba. I suspect that parts of my body melted while I walked under the sun.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;RECALL: "Tiredness + Frustration + Heat + Melted Brain =____" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Hint*The answer is always NEGATIVE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thank God for ever smiley Susu and crazy Jennifer. Brought some smile back to the ugly face of mine. But at the corner of my eyes, I see something uglier. Not the 666 beast, its something far worst. You see over the years, HELP library is very well known, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT for the books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;, NOR computer services,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; BUT that of the librarians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When the time is right, these librarians will roam around like hungry wolves, hunting for preys. They sniff around so close to you then they'll growl, till you shut up and stop talking to your friends. But &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MALAYSIA BOLEH,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; we keep on talking anyways. Then they launch their 2nd assault. This time they have GPS and facial recognition of people who make most noice. As usual, sniff sniff look look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GROWL.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, we shut up. But &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MALAYSIA BOLEH&lt;/span&gt;, instead of keep on talking we &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;imitate what we see in Parliament Today, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE POINT FINGERS&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Why that chic over there can talk while we can't?? Why that dude over there can laugh but only us get scolding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes, their GPS and facial recognition certainly failed and reflect their age very much. But it happens. What to do? Librarians do not like to be question, this time the launch their final attack. The commander of the wolves, would take charge. He'll give you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That kind of stare that Elton John would give his husband &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to scare the preys of. Certainly I'm scared most of that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;RELAX Daryl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes, the more he stares the more I wanna got frustrated. The students who can't stand that sexy stare of his all left. In my heart I really wanna curse him. If there's a way I'll really wanna get rid of him. Again, thank God for Smiley Susu that brought smiles back to me with her blurness. And I forced myself to pray and ask God to forgive me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Anger is = to kill according to Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Daryl RELAXED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Enough of the story telling, I hope you enjoyed it. Haha, gues what I've leant from this simple day? Yes it was really a frustrating day. But just as the verse above suggest, just walk with God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; learnt that a true test of your walk with God and test of character is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DO IN EXCEPTIONAL MOMENTS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;of life&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT THAT OF ORDINARY TIME&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It is time when there's nothing to be excited about, your character and attitude reveals. This too reveal my worth. Yes I've seen healing, ghost, dead rose but it counts for nothing if I stumble at these small small uneventful events!! It was such a difficult day to practise what I preach and Su'Rynn and Jennifer can testify how terrible I was in the library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I humbly confess that I'm weak and there's so much more to be changed. The blog above is an evidence of how unworthy of me, to moan and groan when times are ordinary but tough. Still God accepts me is teaching me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thats the beauty of Father God&lt;/span&gt;. I&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; have problems too, and you probably can relate the above event to yourself too (or probably worse). But don't loose sight in the big picture. God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ps:Forgive me for the many words cramp together. I dont know why I cant space it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494366623883451979-8166312376817651978?l=darylquah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darylquah.blogspot.com/feeds/8166312376817651978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8494366623883451979&amp;postID=8166312376817651978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8494366623883451979/posts/default/8166312376817651978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8494366623883451979/posts/default/8166312376817651978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darylquah.blogspot.com/2008/10/2-days-ago.html' title='2 Days Ago...'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18250745381467843477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SNz2pf1_uQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tKdfQA0kMWg/S220/me+in+office.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494366623883451979.post-660781368599038991</id><published>2008-10-08T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T02:10:26.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I See You, Now I Don't</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;All scripture are God-breath......&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Titmonthy&lt;/span&gt; 3:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A close friend once told me that the contents of Bible are written by &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;human beings hence&lt;/span&gt; it is &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;manipulative and cannot be trusted&lt;/span&gt;. Its so difficult for people to accept that above verse. So lets analyse using logic, rational and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;deduction&lt;/span&gt; approach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Premise 1 :&lt;/span&gt; Human beings are manipulative and cannot be trusted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Premise 2:&lt;/span&gt; I am a human being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am manipulative and cannot be trusted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agree? So because of manipulation we reject the bible. And turn to other books thinking that we can find a better book. Or we trust ourselves and so on... My friend, is there a difference if you reject Bible and go for other books which is also written by man. If you follow yourself you are manipulative too. And we all are manipulative nothing can be trusted. Don't you think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; living life emptily. Is there no guide line at all? Is there no hope in this world?____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;THE MYSTERIOUS UNSOLVED EVENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;So my uncle was saved by God not only from certain paralysis that leads to death, but saved eternally by Jesus. When he said the sinner's prayer, even the blind can sense his sincerity by hearing his voice saying it what more those of us who were there witnessing it. However there is a twist that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;left&lt;/span&gt; out from the last post. Read this carefully..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When he was struggling to say the prayer to embrace Jesus, he said it pretty loudly and loud enough to alert the nurse. One of the nurse by the name of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fatimah&lt;/span&gt;" came over to the ICU bed and told me to get out and not force the patient to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course I resisted, it was such an epic moment. But being myself if it was not because of that moment, I would have paused and walk out. But not this time, I sense a very strong urge to just stay in there and continue to lead my uncle to Christ. So I rudely shoo the nurse away Uncharacteristically of course=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; later I when I was done, I went to the nurse counter and requested for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Fatimah&lt;/span&gt;. I explain my behavior and apologies of course. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;However.. I got the shock of my life. It was probably the strangest thing I encountered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There was never once a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Fatimah&lt;/span&gt; working in ICU, nor other nurses with a name close enough for me to mixed up and no nurses from other department who goes ICU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There you go. As eerie as it is, this can prove to you one thing &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;God is alive and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;unfortunately He's counterpart Satan is alive too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Other nurses did not even bother to stop me but out of no where, this lady who never existed in that place appear to stop me. If I'd stop, my uncle might &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hesitate&lt;/span&gt; and won't say the prayers again. I'll never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are two Masters here, one of God and other Satan. Choose for yourself which you want to submit to. In our midst we have jokers who always say "Hell yeah" too. I can only tell you, play with fire you'll get burn. Satan the devil is real. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;naitivity&lt;/span&gt; blind you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My uncle wanted to test God whether he was real or not, by always countering me, asking me to prove God's existence. But in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nativity&lt;/span&gt;, he did not know devil is at work to. He wanted a miracle in order to believe, he wanted it, so as he wished &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HE GOT IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; He got a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STROKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and God healed him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Thru&lt;/span&gt; that miracle, He tasted God. I asked him just recently how is he doing with God, he just said "I wish I would have just humbly accept Him than to ask for miracle". So you sure you want miracles before believe? I'll share with you all soon the life of this man who demanded miracle and learnt things the hard way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254706105952584930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SOx3XNxhROI/AAAAAAAAAEc/NWJsD50UOFE/s320/DSC00116.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes its my dad, whom came to know God the hard way. Built loads of wealth just to find out who's the true owner of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God knows your seeking Him or just fooling around. Firefighting or fie prevention? Seek the giver, not the gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; to the earlier statement I made, this testimony is a confirmation of how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God's breathed words&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;come to flesh and it's so tangible. In a midst of craziness you pray and you get 3 rainbows a day, then a salvation. Then the next day back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; as I prayed to thank God, I got another rainbow (unfortunately I can't find the pic!) So there you have it, 4 rainbows in 2 days, directly after you pray. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tell me the probability of that happening. Coincidence? Common, lets not deny God of His Praise, Honour and Glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494366623883451979-660781368599038991?l=darylquah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darylquah.blogspot.com/feeds/660781368599038991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8494366623883451979&amp;postID=660781368599038991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8494366623883451979/posts/default/660781368599038991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8494366623883451979/posts/default/660781368599038991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darylquah.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-see-you-now-i-dont.html' title='I See You, Now I Don&apos;t'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18250745381467843477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SNz2pf1_uQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tKdfQA0kMWg/S220/me+in+office.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SOx3XNxhROI/AAAAAAAAAEc/NWJsD50UOFE/s72-c/DSC00116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494366623883451979.post-7644230153750137804</id><published>2008-10-03T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:25:47.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expect the Unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This time around the trip back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; was pretty uneventful (other than wonderful family bonding time and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;FOOD GALORE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;) So I might as well tell you about my last trip there last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 Oct 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on a long break after completing A levels in June, so we had the luxury of taking a long break in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;. Since we’re so near to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kedah&lt;/span&gt;, might as well we go back an visit my Grandpa and uncle. I went there with a mission. TO &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHARE CHRIST&lt;/span&gt; with my uncle, and for some reason, I knew it was his day to accept Jesus. But as we arrived &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Setar&lt;/span&gt;, that cheeky just took off in time to run away from me. Sad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some pics :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252987452510638690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SOZcQax7EmI/AAAAAAAAADs/qYQZo1B9cQM/s320/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My macho dad, pretty mom and cute fatty brother Jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252988318536564162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SOZdC0-l_cI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8Dn15ZLssT4/s320/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; fat) Jordan and Bryan. More than 10 years ago I took pic with Bryan here. 10 years later we're back :) With an extra member.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252989358984573874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SOZd_Y8us7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/p_tk4_tEiFI/s320/DSC00666.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and my grandpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252990579899220754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SOZfGdNdwxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9kDLW0RxHuA/s320/DSC00671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The bedroom where I sleep from 1-6yr old.. I think.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252990894307266594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SOZfYweL0CI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bhMAQcWghGM/s320/DSC00668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252991588800017650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SOZgBLqKNPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8klx8T4iWrg/s320/DSC00672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; how I look like probably 18 years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16Oct 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad works on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; bridge expansion project. So we had a privilege to take a boat tour below the bridge. It was fun! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, a whole new experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;At 12pm, disaster strike. We received a phone call from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Alor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Setar&lt;/span&gt; informing us that my uncle just got hit by a stroke. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That came as a shock&lt;/span&gt;. I remember reading David vs Goliath story in my dad’s office while waiting for him to get ready for lunch. Indeed I was in a situation similar to what I was reading. The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;last time we received such calls&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Alor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Setar&lt;/span&gt; was the last time my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;grandmother&lt;/span&gt; could ever spoke. She was floored with a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;full stroke and passed away months later&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;From that call I was told that his blood pressure rose over 200. In my head I knew &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;my uncle won’t make it and he’ll die for sure&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The least I could do now is pray&lt;/span&gt;. On the way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Alor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Setar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God really made me smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. As our family prayed together for his salvation, God just out of no where showed us a rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;You think that’s a coincident? Wait till I show you what rainbow is in bible. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;GENESIS 9:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have set my rainbow in the clouds&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it will be sign of the covenant between me and the earth&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whenever I bring clouds&lt;/span&gt; over the earth and the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rainbow appears&lt;/span&gt; in the clouds, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will remember my covenant between me and you&lt;/span&gt; and all living creatures of every kind. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Never again will the waters become a flood to destroy all life&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252982269018073810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SOZXisw_atI/AAAAAAAAADc/-7MpJcs5SJA/s320/Rainbow+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The 1st rainbow in highway when I was praying. Camera phone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;cacated&lt;/span&gt; so it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; blur!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the prayer I literally prayed that my uncle don’t die and he’ll receive Christ. So what better comfort can I ask for from God? Though the joy of seeing rainbow, I still worry crazily in my heart. Not knowing what to expect and fearing the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if God know I’m a man of little faith and hopeless, He surprised me again as I prayed when we approached the hospital. This time he showed me this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252983372372630130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SOZYi7FN2nI/AAAAAAAAADk/mYgmV-aSf1s/s320/Rainbow+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; rainbow. This shot taken directly outside the hospital entrance. God placed it there so I could see for myself His faithfulness!! Double the rainbow, double the assurance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Isn&lt;/span&gt;’t that wonderful?? One rainbow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;cukup&lt;/span&gt; so now He showed me 2! And the next thing I heard from God is: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;“Now that I assure you that I’m with you, go forth and lead your uncle to me”&lt;/span&gt;. Yet &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;doubted&lt;/span&gt;, till my mom told me that she sense I should go into ICU to talk to my uncle, NOT her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I prepared myself for the worst before I walk into ICU, thinking that I will see my uncle half dead, with his tongue hanging out and saliva all over, with only one eyeball rolling around and vegetable limbs. Man, I was so wrong. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Despite the seriousness of his blood pressure and all, he survived&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;With only left side stroke and he was able to respond to conversation&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The moment I saw him, he greeted me with a smile, I responded straight to point &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;“Jesus is here to save you, will you accept Him?”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;“No la, don’t joke with me. If Jesus want to save me why does this happen to me?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I replied &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;“You think God is stupid? Where were you after knowing that I’m coming down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Kedah&lt;/span&gt; to share Christ with you? If you think Jesus is not real why did you run away so quickly?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He ignored me. Then a while later he said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;“I will accept Christ after I’m healed from this”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thought of giving up really. But suddenly this came to my mind and I said&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;“Jesus is The way, The truth, and The life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; No other God dares to say that because only Jesus is the God and He’ll heal you!”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Instantly, this late 40 man cried like a baby and accepted God. It was not easy for him because he had to force his paralyzed tongue to speak loud, clearly and properly. I did not even ask him to speak so clearly. Even harder still is his harden stubborn heart. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yet, he chose to do it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There you go. See how he reacted when the truth of Jesus Christ hit his face? Now he is able to walk and talk though he still can’t run and jump nor sing. He suffered no permanent brain damage. This is a testimony of what &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MONEY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CAN'T DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. You can boast all your possessions but when you have stroke, money means paper. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;God's healing is everything and you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;can't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUY that&lt;/span&gt;. Only humility can get you that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes, expect the unexpected. Life with a living God is never a boring one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494366623883451979-7644230153750137804?l=darylquah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darylquah.blogspot.com/feeds/7644230153750137804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8494366623883451979&amp;postID=7644230153750137804' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8494366623883451979/posts/default/7644230153750137804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8494366623883451979/posts/default/7644230153750137804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darylquah.blogspot.com/2008/10/expect-unexpected.html' title='Expect the Unexpected'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18250745381467843477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SNz2pf1_uQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tKdfQA0kMWg/S220/me+in+office.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SOZcQax7EmI/AAAAAAAAADs/qYQZo1B9cQM/s72-c/DSC00019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494366623883451979.post-7165055867170814922</id><published>2008-09-26T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:12:44.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD At Work II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;God is not only found in church, but outside church as well. Even in offices occupied by non-believers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So after Sharon left, I was left in the corner. I was abit depressed too because the harder I went around looking for things to do, the further people move away. As a result, for 2 days I was sitting alone at the corner doing nothing. I went online, facebook, phone calls and day dream. And prayed really hard continously like a mad man out of sought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;EXIT &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sharon &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ENTER &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this man named Wong Hou Chung. He's a manager sitting next to my supervisor (Jackie Chan). In my 1st 4 weeks there I barely talked to him before, nor frequent eye contact. He was a nobody to me and I was a nobody to him. He suddenly asked me whether I would be interesting in helping him out in AOP (Annual Operating Plan).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250349175239353170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SNz8weDoI1I/AAAAAAAAACU/P8gVI12VfuM/s320/DSC00894.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The man whom spice &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"tortured me :P"&lt;/span&gt; my internship up:) In return I shared the seed of life to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He asked me whether or not I'm comfortable with numbers, good in Excel and working under pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm not sure how to answer him because I did further maths in A Levels and hated numbers since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I never used Excel in my life before so I'd be lying if I said I'm good at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Is doing last minute assignment considered "working under pressure"? Lol, if no then I have not worked under pressure at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;When he asked me that, in my heart I had the answers, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I didn't wanna do it&lt;/span&gt;. You wanna put me in a pressure cooker with Excel and numbers? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'd rather rot..&lt;/span&gt; But God prompt me to do it. I remember praying for an &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;unforgettable experience&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;now its granted&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(That's y be careful wat cha pray for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, eheh) I took the challenge and I told God to supply me the strength, wisdom and whatever that is needed to survive this. I don't know what to expect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Outcome?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That day onwards, the entire Maxis budget was in my hands. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(The entire Maxis staff related budget is in the hands of an intern. Is that not what I prayed for in the 1st day of my work? To gain favour)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for the consequent 3 weeks. I worked from 9am-9pm. Somedays it'll be 6am-9pm. It was tiring, VERY challenging. And FUN :) I'll let the picture do the talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;I've removed some sensitive pictures. Sorry to those whom I ter"offended" :) Will use my wisdom more often. Thanks for reminding. Sorry!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250356945541410450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SN0D0wsALpI/AAAAAAAAACs/xlCgQk5eqw4/s320/DSC00876.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As if the numbers weren't confusing enough, this piece of art made me see even more stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250359781296669298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SN0GZ0svgnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6bWCCEGMPnA/s320/DSC00868.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The lounge in Plaza Central is pretty. Took time from the numbers to admire it. Was here alone till 7pm :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250696191856156050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SN44XfsVHZI/AAAAAAAAADM/rnULdYvlUgc/s320/DSC00287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fun time. My 1st meal with my 1st pay wei.....:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250695899997445058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SN44Ggbym8I/AAAAAAAAADE/2wnmywYFOSQ/s320/DSC00284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.....with Smiley "susu" Su'Rynn Wong who worked in Allianze bank nearby in Dang Wangi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250697024143161474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SN45H8NA-II/AAAAAAAAADU/-X1o36UFZE0/s320/DSC00870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For fun after completing budget. Hey, who says living a Christian life is boring ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;In the next post, I'll tell you why all this are God's blessing with bible quotes. I could not have done anything without Him and prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494366623883451979-7165055867170814922?l=darylquah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darylquah.blogspot.com/feeds/7165055867170814922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8494366623883451979&amp;postID=7165055867170814922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8494366623883451979/posts/default/7165055867170814922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8494366623883451979/posts/default/7165055867170814922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darylquah.blogspot.com/2008/09/god-at-work-ii.html' title='GOD At Work II'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18250745381467843477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SNz2pf1_uQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tKdfQA0kMWg/S220/me+in+office.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SNz8weDoI1I/AAAAAAAAACU/P8gVI12VfuM/s72-c/DSC00894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494366623883451979.post-7708173510677291644</id><published>2008-09-26T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T03:44:34.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD At Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAXIS &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;is rocked by Jesus &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My boss will definitely agree with that. Been absent from my own blog till I have forgotten my username and password :s BAD.... Nways past 2 months had been exciting and busy. Really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2 months ago I had a short 1 month plus holidays. I've decided to do internship with Malaysian Care to burn my time, and brighten up my resume too :&gt; I only had problems with the place. the drug rehab HQ is located in Old Klang Road &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;t ??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I heard that area is messed with jams.. :S So I did what I do best.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;COMPLAINT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to God. Hehe. And guess how He answered me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A few days later I was introduced to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;JACKIE CHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No joke. A HR manager in Maxis. He's a new member in DUMC and I rarely seen him nor known him before. I thought why not try applying for an internship in Maxis! With no past working experience and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fulfiling any requirement (they only hire 3rd year students with 6 months break or so..), I tried anyway. And prayed.. And I got it :&gt; Praise God.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250277216892969234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SNy7T8U7YRI/AAAAAAAAABo/GSGFyMP0_e8/s320/DSC00878.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jackie Chan driving me to work EVERY morning :) hehe.. My cool boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only I got the job, I get paid a thousand as an intern as well &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(not much but i ain't complaining!)&lt;/span&gt; A thousand definitely can't cover my 2 months expenses &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Parking fees, Food in KL wei....)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I prayed again and Jack called me and offer to pick me up EVERY morning! Haha, tell me if think thats not God's blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is the first time I work actually *&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEVER done part time before too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; nervous and was ready for the worst (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Paper boy work, no proper work station, scolding from bosses blah blar bla...Whatever bad things you can think of) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As I arrived KLCC Menara Maxis, I prayed hard to gain favour from God. Needed it badly. And the prayer was answered too. Haha! Check out my work station!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250266885160229074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SNyx6jn42NI/AAAAAAAAABA/zC_sZqS0ih0/s320/DSC00239.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My extra cool work station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250267779896359282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SNyyuoxmuXI/AAAAAAAAABI/0AN4M5Cb6SY/s320/DSC00233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The view outside my office.....Where i stared and daydream sometimes:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What more could I ask for? A table for two managers all by myself. With top speed internet connection access to Facebook, Malaysiakini, RPK and Messenger while working. Hehe, my 1st job. Not bad eh? Only God can provide this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;To cut the L&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oo&lt;/span&gt;ng story short. The 1st 4 weeks of internship I was given the responsibility to fill salary form, observe interviews, arrange interview, review recruitment processes etc.....Typical HR work la.. (&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Honestly it was abit boring because it was not so challenging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;) My manager Sharon was very supportive and always involve me in her tasks. Learnt a great deal of basics of HR work from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250272751798801234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SNy3QCjhU1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/8DyCyNYg3ys/s320/DSC00241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sharon Goh while working...Lol. I only have this pic of her....*sorry sharon*..my table is directly behind hers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Till sadly...., Sharon Goh had to go for maternal leave. It was sad because that meant the manager that I was working comfortably is no longer around to teach me. Other managers seem so......busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I prayed again. Haha, you won't believe how God answered me this time! Will blog in the next post....(&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;gtg run to church now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps: Let me show you the night view from my office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250275606926086754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SNy52Ou6UmI/AAAAAAAAABg/igl8i0i08_c/s320/DSC00898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By day. See the intersection there? Can you see a cross? *Use ur imagination* Was doing devotion when I heard crazy honks :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250275207382283746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SNy5e-UPteI/AAAAAAAAABY/jjaOfSEHrtE/s320/view+outside+office.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494366623883451979-7708173510677291644?l=darylquah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darylquah.blogspot.com/feeds/7708173510677291644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8494366623883451979&amp;postID=7708173510677291644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8494366623883451979/posts/default/7708173510677291644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8494366623883451979/posts/default/7708173510677291644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darylquah.blogspot.com/2008/09/god-at-work.html' title='GOD At Work'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18250745381467843477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SNz2pf1_uQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tKdfQA0kMWg/S220/me+in+office.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SNy7T8U7YRI/AAAAAAAAABo/GSGFyMP0_e8/s72-c/DSC00878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494366623883451979.post-2303963063211950114</id><published>2008-07-28T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:38:12.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghostbusted 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;PART 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So all the crazy stuff stopped. I was trying to compose myself. Wats next then? I asked God, why me, why did I get attacked again?? This is my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIRD&lt;/span&gt; time getting this!! Is it because I’m the weakest link in my prayer group? So devil chose to attack me? In a midst of the craziness just now, I hear a voice, unpleasant evil toned voice, asking me to quit the hospital ministry because I’m weak and don’t fit the group. So I wondered and consider quitting, I wondered and wondered.. Then GOD spoke to me in an audible voice: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;‘Devil is not stupid, why should he attack the weakest link? Won’t it be easier if he attacked the leader? Cause once the leader fall, all members fall too’&lt;/span&gt;. So God answered me.. Then I asked again why me then?? GOD replied &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;‘This is to help you grow in faith, the other members in the group are all deeply mature in faith, you’ll need that kinda deep faith to serve in the ministry’.&lt;/span&gt; I was blown away with that reply. What a God we have. One who’s always there to speak and teach you. Some might argue that I made all this up in my mind.. I can only say, &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt;, when your friends, family or someone you know calls your name from your back, you’ll recognize them through their voice, hence when God calls, I know and recognize is Him. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;John 10:6. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secondly&lt;/strong&gt;, there is no way that I can take this kinda of experience as a positive learning experience?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I mean, humanly if we’re attacked by a ghost and the ghost told us to stop doing something, won’t I be scared to mad and do as the ghost say? NOT for me because the spirit of THE LORD OF LORD AND KING OF KING IS WITH ME. What is there to fear? Then out of curiosity I asked God: ‘Why didn’t devil switch the mosquito repellent on himself? Why he made me do it?’ God replies &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;‘he wanted you to think that you tried to kill yourself in sleep and God was not there to protect you’&lt;/span&gt;. Oh man, I thought the devil is once again out smarted by God. So after all this, is it the end? After all that happen, what else could happen?? Now here is what happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“ RISE AND CHASE HIM OUT OF YOUR HOUSE. CHASE HIM TO YOUR GLASS WINDOW AND HE’LL BE GONE” God said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;??Rise and what? I was shocked when I heard that, I feel heat and electric shocks flowing up my body to my hands and head. I feel on fire. Yet in my mind I was imagining all kinda possible look that the ghost/ demon have..Will it look like ‘The ring’? ‘The eye’? ‘Ju on’…you name it.. This is what unfaithfulness do to you :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubts started to creep in my head. God is there, telling me to go forth, FOR HE IS WITH ME. Mark 6:7 “…He sent them out two by two and gave them authority over Jesus’s name”. So I rose in faith, took a deep breath and prayed, and opened the door and walked out of my room! As I wall out the hallway it was dark. I quicken my steps and….I walked, and.. I detoured into my toilet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228092172655901026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SI3qIaQnuWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jFmM4BZAFIE/s320/Hallway.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hallway outside my hse. To the left is my toilet. Further up left is to the stairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak.. There was still a bit fear in me. How to drive demons out?? First time man.. Before this just pray and it’s gone. Now prayed but it is outside my room..So I decided to take a leak. (Excuse to regain composure again la) As I was doing my business, God suddenly flash a scene to me. I see clearly Senior Pastor Dr. Daniel Ho, stand on the stage, pointing his finger towards the air, proclaiming loudly, “All DUMC members are ghostbusters!” And there I was down there sitting in the front row (favourite spot, directly behind senior pastor. Wanna steal his anointing :P) shouting loudly ‘Amen, We are ghostbuster!’. Immediately after the scene, I feel the fire again. I feel no more fear. I rose in faith and ran out of the toilet to chase the ghost once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I turn back, I saw big piece of white figure flew across my toilet door. I ran out after it immediately. Before I reached the glass window, I saw the curtains moving. As if the ghost flew out of the house. I move towards it and prayed “ In authority of Jesus’s name, the true living Son of God, I cast you to Jesus’s feet and you’ll be trampled to dust, Amen!’ After ‘Amen’ I could feel joy and sense of victory. I just know that from that moment onwards, no longer I fear any ghost or evil spirits that intends to scare us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228093222183173426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SI3rFgDa_TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uxgGeKL3Fxc/s320/Curtain.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                          &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The curtains that moved and the ghost flew out here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228095261966647202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SI3s8O1sv6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ben8CJMhGJQ/s320/140125-409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Senior Pastor Dr. Daniel Ho Pointing to the congregation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Isiah 41:10 “So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous hand”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Buddhist, Hindu, Muslim and lots more other religion handle this sort of problems by calling another stronger ghost to displace the current one, or by calling another spirit to protect us. Calling spirit such as ancestor’s (father, grandfather, great grandfather) spirit into the house or what they call the ‘good’ spirit. And the best part is the medium, monks and bomohs do not even have a clue on what spirit they called in. Now take a step behind and look… Digest it with a sane mind. Calling another stronger ghost to displace ghost? A worse to displace bad? An unknown to replace and unknown so basically no one knows whats going on? Some argue but the monks/medium/bomoh knows my dead grandfather’s name, hobbies and all so accurately, so it is my grandfather! My reply to you is of cause they know about your grandfather. If you communicate with an evil spirits that dwells in your house for generations after generations, would he not know who’s your grandfather? If the spirit has been there long enough he can even tell you about your great grandfather. Now imagine one day you wake up and see your dead grandfather sitting next to you will you not freak out?? Will you run to him and embrace him? Of cause you won’t! And if he is your real grandfather why are you so scared?? Because deep in you, you know is not!! He’s a ghost, the evil spirit that dwells in your house knows him, lived with him hence can mimic him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jesus said, call unto him and all evil will be gone. No monks no medium. Just call unto Him. There’s power in Jesus’s name and even devil knows that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is Christian faith. World’s definition of faith is believing in yourself and you make things happen with your strength. Now how are you suppose to have earthly faith in this situation I ask? How? By taking out your money to lure the ghost away? By telling the ghost your smarter than him? Or perhaps wrestle with it?? Do not say you don’t believe with it for that shall only tempt the devil. Etc will Man U not try to win harder when Chelsea say they’re not good enough? Will you not strive to prove yourself when ppl say your not good enough? Don;t tempt devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now honestly, don’t we want that kind of victorious life? Instead of listening to ghost stories and tremble in fear, we choose to cast devil out. Fear crippled us but Jesus’s name gives us victory. I challenge all Christians to rise up to do the same. I did not get this experience because I’m holier than anyone nor I’m better. In fact I got this because I’m weak and useless and only Christ can help me. Only Christ is my strength, my shield and my salvation. Only because I really want to see God, He immediately appeared to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494366623883451979-2303963063211950114?l=darylquah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darylquah.blogspot.com/feeds/2303963063211950114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8494366623883451979&amp;postID=2303963063211950114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8494366623883451979/posts/default/2303963063211950114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8494366623883451979/posts/default/2303963063211950114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darylquah.blogspot.com/2008/07/ghostbusted-2.html' title='Ghostbusted 2!'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18250745381467843477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SNz2pf1_uQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tKdfQA0kMWg/S220/me+in+office.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SI3qIaQnuWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jFmM4BZAFIE/s72-c/Hallway.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494366623883451979.post-6722230976796777588</id><published>2008-07-22T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:38:12.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GHOSTBUSTED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;GHOST BUSTED!!! Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lol.... I need to be more consistent with my blog. Been busy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a testimony of God's faithfulness and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;POWER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in God's name!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all heard all kinda ghost stories from friends/relative/grandparents etc.. Many of them sounds like going on to a certain level of a hospital come hotel at 4am and seeing all kinds of hell note flying around. Or even seeing your dead relatives sitting alone in the kitchen, or a piece of clothe flew across the hall when your alone and all that kinda stuff. And after hearing all that, most of the ending of the stories are the people experiencing it ran away and never turn back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a Christian, I can tell you there are evil spirits out there whether you like it or you believe it or not. Its biblical that there are evil forces out there trying to harm us all the time. That's why its said in Ephesians that 'We're fighting against principalities of the world, not flesh and blood' (paraphrased). Its the battle against spirits, in the unseen realm. I'll tell you how Jesus single handedly helped me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a really nice bed but lately I do not like sleeping on the bed. Cause the air cond is malfunctioning again! arggh.... The cold air blows straight down the floor instead of the bed. Sleeping on the floor is a challenge to me (not so scared dee la after i became Christian, but still abit takut) because I used to be a big fan og ghost stories. Russell Lee especially, and I find those story involving shaking beds particularly SCARYYY.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225860552158053138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SIX8fAEbgxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqXFcaCFLBA/s320/bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                              &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;'my bed'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That night itself my mom had a strange encounter with something.. But she prayed and it went away. I laughed my mom off by saying 'I will just sing a worship song and all will go, so dun worry'.. After playing guitar and sing praises to God i slept. BUT......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3a.m.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I woke up, feeling really really awkward. My left hand was bitten by something, mosquito probably, and it started to swell in groups of circle kinda thing on the hand. I counted the number of swell, but stopped when i reached 15 counts, it was too many.I feel immense pain. Almost too painful to move. However I push my body as hard as i could up to swith on the mosquito repellent, then I went back to bed. Feeling totally heavy and painful. I thought I could just sleep through it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I woke up once again, I looked left to my clock and saw it was 4. All Chinese knows what '4' sounds like and suddenly i remembered..... In the Russell Lee ghost story, the bed shook and the ghost came out at.....4!! and i smelled an immense smell of the mosquito repellent. It was stronger than normal, way way stronger. It was so strong that I feel like fainting. Dizziness all over my head. Now I suddenly remembered that at the same time in the Russell Lee ghost story, there's weird smells too. Of course that did not help at all.. Immediately I felt anxious and panic attacks... I tried moving but only my right hand could move. My left hand was so painful that I felt the numb-nest.. My legs were frozen and in pain too for some reason. Now I concluded that all this are part of the sleep cycle where our body release hormones to paralyzed the limbs in order for us not to move during dreams. Hmm.. I suppose it's just another nightmare. So with my right arm I decided to cover my whole body till my face with the blanket. Covered away from whatever that bit me and away from whatever that is happening around me. I was in deep fear. Suddenly......Immediately after I covered my head....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A sound 'Bam'.. Suddenly something heavy landed on top of me. I freaked out trying to move away. I could feel a pair of hands strangling my neck. I screamed but no sound came out, I moved but my body is not moving, I gasped for air but I cant. I thought I was dead for sure...UNTIL. I PRAYED. MORE SPECIFICALLY I CALLED &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;JESUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just a simple 'Jesus', I intended to call 'Jesus, help me!' But before I could finish, INSTANTLY after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;JESUS&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;, everything &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STOPPED&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and became calm. My body was able to move again, there was NO pain, NO more intoxicating smell, NO more swelling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everthing was just peaceful, quiet and calm. As if nothing had happened. But I know it was not a nightmare. Because I woke up trembling, NOT in fear but the kind of trembling when I'm prayed for in church or experiencing God in church. I was tearing non stop. My heart was in adoration for Jesus, that kinda sweet feeling when you found your 1st gf/bf. That kinda feeling of joy suddenly flowed in me. I know it was God and He just delivered me from an attack from demons/devil. The name of Jesus is sufficient, devil fears the name of JESUS, because He's the Lord of Lord and King of Kings the Almighty God. Only the name was sufficient. Its good enough to save me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Does it end here?? No, there's more, what God told me to do next was something extra ordinary that I never thought of doing..Stay tuned :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps: its gettin abit late and I have work tmr! will cont tmr!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To be continued.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494366623883451979-6722230976796777588?l=darylquah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darylquah.blogspot.com/feeds/6722230976796777588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8494366623883451979&amp;postID=6722230976796777588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8494366623883451979/posts/default/6722230976796777588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8494366623883451979/posts/default/6722230976796777588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darylquah.blogspot.com/2008/07/ghostbusted.html' title='GHOSTBUSTED'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18250745381467843477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SNz2pf1_uQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tKdfQA0kMWg/S220/me+in+office.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SIX8fAEbgxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqXFcaCFLBA/s72-c/bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494366623883451979.post-8846252076006117620</id><published>2008-07-14T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T08:29:37.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Above All</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=7zWmK0uX-2c&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=7zWmK0uX-2c&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above All.., one fantastic song :&gt; do check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494366623883451979-8846252076006117620?l=darylquah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darylquah.blogspot.com/feeds/8846252076006117620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8494366623883451979&amp;postID=8846252076006117620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8494366623883451979/posts/default/8846252076006117620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8494366623883451979/posts/default/8846252076006117620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darylquah.blogspot.com/2008/07/above-all.html' title='Above All'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18250745381467843477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SNz2pf1_uQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tKdfQA0kMWg/S220/me+in+office.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494366623883451979.post-3980553469584559721</id><published>2008-07-14T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T10:05:34.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales of Two Deaths</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2 Weeks Ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Wednesday...He was cleared to be off the life support machine, doctors said there was no longer any hope, families could just watch and hope he go in peace.. Here lies this 70+ year old man who was in coma for a little more than a week. He was my father's boss's father. He was lying there brain dead. His brain cells no longer function, organs were switched off, blood is circulating on because there's a machine. No wonder the doctors gave up. He was due to be off the machine on Friday..&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BUT.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;here comes a man (my dad), going in to pay his last respect, just like any other people walking in.... Just another dude? or otherwise....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad went in, saw the dead body there. He did what all Christian will do. Simply just PRAY.... 'Lord, I pray that this man here will rise up in Jesus name, Amen' &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;AND THEN THE UNTHINKABLE, UNEXPECTED, UNEXPLAINABLE, UNJUSTIFY-ABLE, UNHEARD OF,.......SURPRISE OF A SURPRISE Happened..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HE INSTANTLY WOKE UP FROM DEAD&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Immediately after 'Amen', he opened his eyes, and grab my dad's hand tightly. Now here's the three things that is not suppose to happen, 1st is waking up, 2nd is ability to move the hand, and 3rd is ability to grab tightly. Now there's no argument here that it is a miracle. Let me say that when you see a miracle folks, you are no longer standing on neutral ground, decide on yourself whether its coincidence/luck/or even devil or God's work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What happened in the days of Jesus is HAPPENING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Week Later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Larry Cheong. A 60+ old man, playing golf on Sunday afternoon and suddenly, he was stucked by heart attack and died. We received the message and decided to rise in faith, to do what no other man would do, to pray for resurrection for the dead. The body was preserved in Sg Buloh Hospital. On the night of death around 11.30pm, prayer team wanted to pray for him in the mortuary but the man in charge there would not let us in because it was too dark. He was scared. So they had to go next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning as the team arrived in the mortuary, his body was still red. Here's the strange part, a body after death for more that half a day will normally turn black/purple because there is no longer blood circulation, but not for Larry Cheong. His body was still pink from head to toes. Even the mortuary dude said 'its strange, I'd never seen such body after so many years of working experience here. It looks as if he was just sleeping'.. A neuro surgeon in the prayer team confirmed that there was still blood in the body. They prayed, but nothing happened. However one prayer was answered, they prayed that no post mortem will be conducted (if it is done, the organ all will be detached, i guess like what we see in CSI. The blood will flow out then then lagi susah la for resurrection) As mentioned in previous post, we take all work of God, minor or major, gratefully and praised Him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the 3rd day, the body was sent to his house in Jalan Ipoh. He was lying in the coffin. I joined the team that morning. We went there with great expectancy.. As we arrived there, his body was still red. Can you believe that? Those of you that went to funeral before, ever seen such corpse? Red pinkish coloured? Blood was still there after 3 days!!! the body seem to be ready to rise! I take that as a sign of God at work. After we prayed in faith and really believed he'll rise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However The body DID NOT rise.. Well if the body did not rise, why should I share this right? Won't it make my God vulnerable for inconsistency?? God ditched us??? I stand firm and say NO. God was there! As we prayed, one girl in the team (Grace) had gold dust appeared all over her hand as we prayed!! (No she did not use any gold dust makeups nor any gold gust related stuff) That particular incident is God assurance to us that his presence is there.. But why didn't the body rose?? Here's why 1st of all, the family members had decided that we were there just to pray a prayer of blessing, the can't believe that he will rise! (If no faith then how laa) Aih,, if only they believed.... 2nd I sense God want us to persevere and continue grow faith so that one day we'll have a Lazarus in our midst..3rd, we have to realised that all this are given by God's grace. We can't force it. 4th, our God is Sovereign and we may not know all why He do the things He do. His way are higher than our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sure some of you might be put off by the second testimony but let me tell you that is a blessing to have both different incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both family was non-Christians, strong Buddhist background. I was a Buddhist years ago. Let me tell you what we do when there's death. We burn money as an offering for the dead, so tat he would use the money to bribe the guards in hell and have a peaceful life there as well as blessing us in our life. Besides, the age of the deceased is normally added by a few digits (i.e.: real age 50, the one age written down is 53). Why? to lie to the angel of death with regards to his real age. If the angel of death cant find the right person with the right age in his notebook (consisting all the names of people who died), he wont be able to torture/kill the deceased in hell then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the irony? People burning gold papers for relatives so that they live abundantly in ....Hell..?(Abundantly is ok, but there in Hell??)Another words sending them to hell gladly. And even in hell, they need to live a life of lies and bribery. Sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jesus works in the total opposite. He gives hope to people. And in a midst of death, both of the family got to know the gospel. The monks were there to send the soul to hell, BUT JESUS WANTS TO GIVE LIFE, AN ETERNAL ONE. It is when they see death, hopeless, and realised that the idols that they pray to is useless.. (the idols have eyes but they don't see, ears but cant hear and mouth but unable to speak!) It is then when they're totally humbled by the fact that even materials, wealth and things on earth wont do any difference, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;THEY SEE JESUS AT WORK&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It is when the world does not offer you any hope, you see God at work. Here's how the gospel view death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;John 12:24: I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In Larry Cheong's case, his whole family got to know who Jesus is when he passed away. My dad's boss now got to know who's Jesus as he saw God did the miracle. Lets pray for their salvation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all Christian, challenge ourselves, lets rise in faith and pray for the unthinkable, do thinks that before this you never there. Get out of the comfort zone you'll feel God's power. When we do that, we'll be able to attract people out there. One day rising of death will be a routine for all churches! To the non-believers, this is a glimpse of what an exciting life is..:&gt; God is real...Have faith in Jesus.. Have faith..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hebrews 11:1, Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ps: I didnt know it'll be so loooong!!oops!&lt;/span&gt; i get very excited when talking bout God :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494366623883451979-3980553469584559721?l=darylquah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darylquah.blogspot.com/feeds/3980553469584559721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8494366623883451979&amp;postID=3980553469584559721' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8494366623883451979/posts/default/3980553469584559721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8494366623883451979/posts/default/3980553469584559721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darylquah.blogspot.com/2008/07/tale-of-two-deaths.html' title='Tales of Two Deaths'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18250745381467843477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SNz2pf1_uQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tKdfQA0kMWg/S220/me+in+office.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494366623883451979.post-6779978166257559547</id><published>2008-07-13T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T09:27:58.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith in Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've never thought i'd be blogging.. Never wanted it all along till something God hit me with an insight.......imagine Jerusalem..,,, 2century ago...There was Jesus,, walking from town to town, going on donkey from places to places, on ships. U name it.. He travels with whatever He can find. Now if He had a Toyota back then, wouldn't He had used it?? He can evangelise so much more if He drives a car.. Similiarly if I had a faster, and more advanced way to testify my God to people, why not?? Point stated..:) So all my friends, don't be suprise to see Daryl blogging..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always worried that my blog will be ridiculed by people, but you know what? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Matt5:10 Blessed are those who are prosecuted for righteousness sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Amen to that. That's the kind of God I have. My pride, reputation, face, etc etc.......its no longer mine, God purchase me with His blood hence i'm saved and now standing to testify His glorious presence! Let me share with you a testimony of faith in Lord Jesus Christ in action!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Week 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Visited Dhania (2yr old girl who is struck with stomach ulcer and all kinds of internal bleeding), she was in coma, having high fever. Her immune system was so weak that the high fever could not just go away with few Panadols.. The doctors from UH, in fact the best from other states, do not have a clue why had all this happened to a 2 yr old, a really really rare case.. from steroids to antibiotic and I sometimes wonder wats next.. So what do we do? Our prayer team look to God and prayed. After an hour of prayer, she &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;WOKE UP&lt;/span&gt; from coma! HALLELUJAH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Week 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Internal bleeding stop and reoccured and stop and reoccured and stop and reoccured and sto......this goes on till I forgot how many times. BUT, we prayed and look to God again.. Her hands, legs and jaw could not be moved. We prayed for God's loosening in all the limbs and muscles and God is good indeed! Her leg could move!! Praise God for that. We take EVERY work of God gratefully. It means alot. Imagine, ur daughter lying on bed unable to move, how you'd feel? Anger, sadness, fear, self defeat, self pity, helplessness, hopeless, hatred, sometime suicidal??and much more negative stuff.......(Hey by the way Dhania's parents is expecting another child in months time, guess they must have considered all the worst-est possiblity that might also happen to the newborn..This of course didnt help them at all)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now you see God's favour, He gave strength to your daughter's leg, you'll be overjoyed wont you????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Week 3(Today 13/06/08 as I blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;By now Dhania can now move her legs and left hand. Amen! another sign of God's work. Now people will say its medicine. Can i say that they had been pumping drugs in like water for months but there was no progress.. And now after prayers and Lord's grace, she's a step towards healing. More than that VICTORY over devil's disease. Now isnt's strange that God healed only one hand?? Did He forget the other?? NO.. this is what happened. As we were praying by faith she'll be able to move her right hand.. And INSTANTANEOUSLY.. HER ARM MOVED! Praise God again and again! He indeed saved the best for the last, to show us He's ON THE SPOT at work as we pray and to encourage us. Now only her jaw left, and i believe that God will complete the healing process and start restoring! We shall see next week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all atheist, intellects, scientist, realist, agnotist...whatever you brand yourself as.. Calculate the probability of all that happening after prayers and decided for yourself Coincidence or God at work...Now to those that thinks so what if she heals? I plead with you, have a heart of compassion for this 2 yr old. To those who thinks so what God's at work, how you know is Jesus working? I applaud your sincere queries, is a step towards knowing God. To CHRISTIAN who do not see this as anything special...Hmm... NO COMMENT :&gt; All Christians, Pls pray with us for Dhania Thanaraj..and pray with a sense of expectancy that GOD HEALS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John10:10 &lt;/strong&gt;The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494366623883451979-6779978166257559547?l=darylquah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darylquah.blogspot.com/feeds/6779978166257559547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8494366623883451979&amp;postID=6779978166257559547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8494366623883451979/posts/default/6779978166257559547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8494366623883451979/posts/default/6779978166257559547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darylquah.blogspot.com/2008/07/faith-in-action.html' title='Faith in Action'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18250745381467843477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DL4fGrygjko/SNz2pf1_uQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tKdfQA0kMWg/S220/me+in+office.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
