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As a result of a skype chat conversation with Weiping last Saturday night, she lent me this book at church on Sunday. It's a novel (Christian chick lit, whoo! haha) on a lady called Daisy. 10 days before her wedding, her fiance told her he didn't love her enough to marry her and called the whole thing off. This book centered around how she recovered from this experience and how she came out of the whole thing to find love once again. And when I say to find love once again, it's not just love in the romantic sense with another man, but what really hit me was how she encountered God's immense love once again. That, to me, was the more important find for her. That was the bit that hit me somewhere deep in my heart and got me all teary-eyed, not knowing why I was tearing, but claiming that it was God working something in my heart because only He could make me tear up so mysteriously like that. One of the main characters in the book was a catholic priest Daisy called Fath...

On Monday night, I finished one of my dad's books: It's a really REALLY interesting book and very easy to read. A big eye opener to the conflict between Palestine and Israel. I've also been writing Christmas cards and wrapping presents I've already bought for people. Today, I wrote all the cards to be sent to my overseas friends:

I have been reading this book my dad passed to me during our July travels. It is about 900 pages long, and I am only at page 235 after all this time. I have just been dragging my feet on reading through this book to complete it. Don't get me wrong. It is very, very interesting. But I just haven't been very excited about reading it regularly and constantly so as to finish it sooner. Anyway, I was just reading it when this part of the book really cracked me up. For a bit of a background, let me explain abit. The main character, known as Linbaba in the slum that he is living in in India, received a message from an Indian friend. But there was a condition, or "catches" as his Indian slum-mate, Prabakar, put it. He had to fulfill this condition before he could receive the message sent to him. The catch was that he had to hug a bear. A real, live, big bear towering outside his hut in the slum. The bear is a circus bear, and its name was Kano. In the end, after much reluctan...

YES, THE LONG WEEKEND IS HERE! I finished my first week of internship at Rodyk & Davidson LLP yesterday. So far so good! I have 3 more weeks of internship to go, and I'm looking forward to what is to come! Today, tomorrow, and Monday, I fully intend to slack as much as possible. Spend some time in front of the TV, read a little, have good meals with my family at home, and have time for myself to do all sorts of many little nothings. Now. I blog about the important things that took place over the last 2 weeks or so. Jolene's farewell cum early birthday party - 27 July I got the cell together for a steamboat dinner at my house. It was the best and only chance we'd get to see Jolene before she flew off to the US on exchange in Connecticut. It was more an early birthday celebration for her than anything else. I thought we should celebrate it with her before she leaves since she'll be spending her 21st over there on 27 September. Through Janice's contact, we got FABU...

I'm into the middle of my Last Week at Work. The person taking over, Xiu Fen, is of the same age as me and is also waiting to enter University to study Law. However, she will be going to Melbourne, Australia for the February '08 intake. I am now teaching her whatever I know, while she begins to understand how the work flow I get from Uncle KK can be said to be never ending. Besides being displaced from my desk in this Last Week, I have also begun reading a new book, setting aside "Learning the Law" for awhile. The book is entitled "Three Dollars" by Elliot Perlman and I am now about half way through. I am reading at a fairly fast pace because my workload has been cut down to practically, nothing. Well, almost nothing. So I get to read at work, on the train to work and on the train home. Here's one passage that struck me. The protagonist was describing his parents at his small wedding and somehow, I could just imagine my parents like that too. It also mad...

I just finished reading this book by Meg Cabot. As usual, she sticks to her candid style of writing that is just so enjoyable to read. This book is actually a sequel to the first book "Size 12 is Not Fat" in her newest(I think) series labelled "Heather Wells Mystery". If you are looking for a very light-hearted book that will not cause any depression or does not require deep reflection during/after the read, this is the book for you. Especially if you are a Meg Cabot fan:) Here's a short passage that I thought was really cute. It also reminds me of my opinion that guys look their most dashing when they are in a tuxedo;) I sign my discharge papers and head out, a sample packet of Tylenol my only souvenir - Tylenol, that was the best they could do - expecting to see my dad waiting for me in the lobby. But instead of Dad, I find Cooper. In a tux. I almost turn around and check myself back in, considering the way my heart turns over in my chest at the sight of hi...

I have finished yet another book! It is entitled "The God of Small Things" by Arundhati Roy. The novel is so vivid in its descriptions, evoking all kinds of emotions and thoughts. It is so sad and yet, there are some parts that are hauntingly funny. Do read it when you get a hold on the book! Here are some passages that I found particularly impactful: From the dining-room window where she stood, with the wind in her hair, Rahel could see the rain drum down on the rusted tin roof of what used to be their grandmother’s pickle factory. Paradise Pickles & Preserves. It lay between the house and the river. They used to make pickles, squashes, jams, curry powders and canned pineapples. And banana jam (illegally) after the FPO (Food Products Organization) Banned it because according to their specifications it was neither jam nor jelly. Too thin for jelly and too thick for jam. An ambiguous, unclassifiable consistency, they said. As per their books. Looking back now, to Rahel it ...

If you ask me what I did on my trip, goodness, I wouldn't know how to reply you with an answer that is short and yet adequate. I would probably end up rambling on and on, day by day of the 12 days' worth of activities and things my family did on our holiday to New Zealand. Also, if you ask me what was my most favourite moment of the trip, I would also be at a loss as to which is my best moment of the trip. I will blog about the trip, making an effort to pick out the best photos(There are probably 700 photos taken by my sister and I) and moments to share with you all because New Zealand is so beautiful that I just have to share it with you. But, at a later date. Right now, I have to begin the daunting task of "archiving" the photos. If I feel up to it, I will make a video clip or something like it because we have many beautiful 15-second(on the average) video clips in our cameras. I will also attempt to pick out the best 200 photos to develop and keep in a photo albu...

An ending: I've finally finished "Habits of the Mind: Intellectual life as a Christian calling" by James W.Sire! It is one interesting and engaging book, even though it was rather dry at some points, but overall very enriching! Here are some quotes: "The best atmosphere for creative thought is expectant tension. You don't know. You want to know. You have some handle on how to know. You go for it. Desire fuels excitement." " 'A Book' by Emily Dickinson- He ate and drank the precious words, His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust. He danced along the dingy days, And this bequest of wings Was but a book. What liberty A loosened spirit brings!" "Randomness continuing for long enough will yield its own pattern or allow a pattern to emerge organically, incurably, from within - or so I hope." A new beginning: I'm leaving for New Zealand tonight, the beginning of another family holiday! I...