Time

Year 2002..

Secell 2002 Christmas.

Secell 2002 Tsidkenu game - Silly Monkey

Youth Camp 2002 - Mr Lonely.


Year 2003

I really miss them.

My impromptu 21st birthday celebration at Chancery.

Secell 2003 - Prata supper. Still lovin it.

Secell 2003 - Night Safari


Year 2004

Secell 2004 - SCC

Secell 2004 - Bible Camp

SeTT 2004 - Night Cycling

Me 2004 - New Zealand with Philip


Year 2005

2005 - Bible Camp

Youth Camp 2005 - To me, the best.

Secell 2005 - Chinese New Year

Secell 2005 - Sentosa fun

Sydney 2005 - Hillsong Church


Year 2006

Secell 2006 - Yishun Swamp

Church 2006 - Church moves

Youth 2006 - Joy Praise Team Korea

Youth Camp 2006 - Me talking

Secell 2006 - Christmas

Me 2006 - Up Mt. Kinabalu

Phuket/Krabi 2006 - 4WD sunset


Year 2007

Me 2007 - Diya contingent

Me 2007 - SCC declared success


Year 2008

Youth 2008 - Year End Party 2007

I am feeling, the older I get, the less significant I am.
For some reason, how I wish I could just turn back the clock. :)

Relearning Christmas

Tonight, during the Christmas Service, God spoke to me again. Well, the history goes simply like this.. I do not really like Christmas. Why? Cos I'm a scrooge. And also cos there's no one to go out with during Christmas seasons. For this reasons, I've been anything but joyful over past many years. But as God spoke to me tonight, I was relearning Christmas and what it was about all over again. Christmas in it's empirical form, is a commemoration of Jesus' birth, God's giving of His Son for us. As I rediscover the meaning of Christmas again, I found the reason for the joy that should abound this season - Jesus Christ. It's true, He is the reason for the season. And no one can ever take that joy off me.

I repented for my selfishness. For all the times I justified my own pity party with my relative inadequacies. And for the joy of having Christ in my life, I give thanks. Thus will be my song and eternal hope. I'm relearning the true meaning of Christmas. Thank you God for slapping Dan round with a large trout again.

Life Management

It's coming to that time of the year again. Christmas.. It's the time that gets me thinking about everything.

Recently, I've been reading a few books on analysing financial markets and one of the common topics is technical analysis. For just about everything there is to trade in the markets, there'll always be a technical way of analysing the probability of future success, and ultimately hoping to lead to the right decision. If only trend of life would adhere to the world of probability and statistics, making decisions and sticking by them would be so much easier won't it? Knowing A+B = Success in one situation doesn't always mean the model works for another.

I'm finding decisions extremely hard to manage, and there's no clear model to overlay my decision making process. No one to blame, I think that's part of the experience and integrates into my personal learning curve. Somewhere in the middle of it all, I need to relocate where I had left God out of the equations. As real as a trader's haunch, there God will be in navigating the way to the north. The never ending way up.

I've made so many bad decisions. I can't undo them. I can't unwind time. But I sincerely pray, God will guide the damage control process that needs to follow. And restore the collateral damage that had ensued. I apologise if I had not seemed to be the godly person most would expect me to be. Carnality has eaten a large portion of my persona. If spiritual cellular regeneration were possible, I would like to attain that at the speediest instant. Still, I conclude with this. The journey of life is about evolution, never about revolution.

I hope I do not have an unhappy Christmas. But I wish all the more for you all.
Happy holidays. Happy birthday Jesus (presumably).

Stay

"You know what? Forget it.. This is not the first time anyway. I've no time to waste on stupid things like these."

My own lines keep ringing in my head. Perhaps, I feel like saying this for real.

Youth Camp 2007 photos

Remember to take ur vitamins!

Self-shot with fat camera. Not too bad i say.

Very sweet.. and too bad rochi couldn't go.

Prayer walk.

Meditation.

Mascot swallowing competition. One of our many crazy antics.

Oversized legs in undersized flip flops!

Don't worry, they'll be back in time for supper.

Guess who.

4 x Men vs 1 x resolute Tree.

Some cranes landed on our chairs.

Serious.

Mad.

Respect.

Adriel, our champion spitter.

Elaine, not to be outdone.

Squeeze 'em lemons dry.

Beware of the flying papaya.

Squid attack!

New cake recipe requiring 2 x legs.

Spit or Suck?

Kevin, our champion vomitter.

Centurions in pool.

Trekkers in pool.

Happy birthday Dec babies!

Le Royals.

Ave Centurions.

One-A-Meh-Meh Shepherds.

And many many more.

Tough-going Trekkers.

Secret love revealed. Seems one-sided though.

Our group leaders need a break.

The lack of breakfast = hallucination of durian on giant waffle.

Bye bye campers!

Thurs night campfire.

Now that campers are all gone, it's time for...
Winning Eleven on large screen!

No one goes hungry. Not even our resident pet lizard Lisa.