tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78590811399881670272011-04-22T04:47:44.305+08:00Synergy brings out the EnergyJi Chuanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05888171950101330466noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859081139988167027.post-41844412724698679942009-05-11T00:53:00.004+08:002009-05-11T23:31:02.162+08:00A simple poem for my mum :<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Oh mummy</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">You fill my tummy</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Abundant food now and then</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Especially during my SPM</span><br /><br />You always lend a helping hand<br />Until I have the strength to stand<br />You pick me when I'm down<br />When I'm lonely You're around<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">You will never fail to guide</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Standing quietly by my side</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Giving me the strength I need</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Encouraging me to succeed</span><br /><br />You will walk that extra mile<br />Just to see your 'Baby" smile<br />You cheer me up when I'm in tears<br />You calm me down when I'm in fears<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Sometimes when I'm full of bull</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">You never fail to say 'I'm cool'</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Ice-cream, sweets and chocolate balls</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">You're the sweetest of them all</span><br /><br />Although I go to gym<br />I never have the strength to clean<br />You work your fingers to the bones<br />Just to make this house a home<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">I thank you for your tender care</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Deep warm hugs and being there</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">I hope that when u think of me</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">A part of you You'll see</span><br /><br />Though I am no where near shakespear<br />This is the best that I can gear<br />Deep down my heart I wanna say<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" >Blessed Happy Mother's Day</span><br /><br />XD<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859081139988167027-4184441272469867994?l=guitarsandkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ji Chuanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05888171950101330466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859081139988167027.post-68960662102569457302009-05-10T23:51:00.006+08:002009-05-11T00:03:38.165+08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxoJu8E3YPw/Sgb6EbrhYZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EFDI6dI-Dqw/s1600-h/mothers_day_graphics_16.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334225762723651986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxoJu8E3YPw/Sgb6EbrhYZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EFDI6dI-Dqw/s320/mothers_day_graphics_16.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Here is the poem I wrote for mothers in church during Mother's Day. Hope it blesses your heart...<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QxoJu8E3YPw/Sgb4hlovEvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5V9rzx2n8To/s1600-h/mothers_day_graphics_16.gif"></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;">Dear mother</span></strong><br /><br />You are a truly a gift from God’s heart to me,<br />Though sometimes its hard to understand your heartfelt intentions,<br />Yet your love, perseverance and patience conquers all,<br />Through the storm of sometime meaningless and harsh words and actions, not allowing any of it to stick to the Teflon of your beautiful heart<br /><br />For God has given you His heart,<br />Te see beyond the frailties of this beloved child,<br />To bring out the treasure He has crafted deep within,<br />There will never be perfect mothers<br />nor will there ever be perfect children<br />But we know deep down in our heart,<br />you are the one and only perfect mum for me,<br />So in these few simple words which can barely express my gratitude and love to you<br />“Happy Mother’s Day” </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859081139988167027-6896066210256945730?l=guitarsandkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hon Weihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02924247912879132733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859081139988167027.post-50569746179010470392009-05-08T00:33:00.000+08:002009-05-08T01:35:49.319+08:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Hi all,</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Just wanna share a story with you guys...</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /><br />Once upon a time, John and Sam went fishing..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">They rowed their boat to the middle of the lake when Sam suddenly realized they forgot their fishing rods.... Sam, being very kind offered to row back and get it but John told Sam, " Its ok, I will walk back and get it. </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /><br />John stood up, and started walking on water all the way back to land. He took the fishing rods and walked back to the</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> boat.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Sam felt amazed and wondered how did John do it, but didn't bother asking John as he didn't wanna feel noob.<br /><br />A short while later, they realized they had forgotten the bait too. The same thing happened- (John walked back to shore to get the bait)....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Late in the afternoon, both John and Sam were hungry. They left their food back on land. Sam said to John, " Yo, this time let me do it."Sam stepped out of the boat and immediately sank. John managed to catch hold of Sam's hand.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Then, John uttered these words to Sam, " </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I am sorry i didn't tell you where the stepping stones were.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">"</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeR-PmVCiNw/SgMUIqMM7SI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Yd4ZmzpZpXE/s1600-h/blog+walking+on+water.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 129px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeR-PmVCiNw/SgMUIqMM7SI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Yd4ZmzpZpXE/s400/blog+walking+on+water.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333128522733776162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">There will be times in life where we feel like there is no hope, and that we are about to drown and become all emo and stuff. But guess wad, there is always a way to turn things around. You just have to find the stepping stones.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">As for me, last year i couldn't find that drive to study for SPM. I kept telling myself that SPM was around the corner and I had to start feeding my brain, but i kept procrastinating. However things changed when I found my stepping stones which were Phui Jing and Kyn Wai. We studied together almost everyday and suprisingly I actually kinda enjoyed studying....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">So guys, its time to find your stepping stones and start </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">walking on water !!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">*peace*</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859081139988167027-5056974617901047039?l=guitarsandkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ji Chuanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05888171950101330466noreply@blogger.com0