October 22nd.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
Ecclesiastes 3:1-4
It has been almost a month since my final exam paper ended, which would mark the end of this phase of my degree life (for the time being). I'm still trying to allow the fact to slowly sink in. Three years of pursuing Bachelor of Science (Hons) Biomedical Science was not a waste, that I'm pretty sure of.
At the same time, it was never an easy one. Through it all, I see God's hands lifting me above all circumstances. I've learnt of dependency in Christ.
I've learnt through people around me. To dream big in life. And to never give up.
To give more, than to receive. And to listen more than I speak.
But above all, to love :)
I've been thinking a lot about life lately. At this turning point, sometimes I wished I have all the answers to the mounting list of questions and uncertainties. How cool would it be to flash forward my life 10 years down the road to see myself settling down with career, family etc. Ah, wishful thoughts!
To every thing there is a season.
As I embark on a season on what-I-should-do-next, I'll trust Him to take control over the steering wheel of my life. Let Your will, not mine, be done.
Friday
Tuesday
Friday
Today has been a productive day.
Pretty satisfied with the number of mosquito eggs caught today. 300 plus of them.
Did my morning exercise. Yeah, cycled to campus :)
Washed my clothes. Am all ready for the new semester.
Went grocery shopping at Tesco, re-stocked whatever that need to be stocked up.
Spring cleaned my room.
Washed my eww-so-dirty! lab coat.
Off to read Nineteen Minutes now!
Goodnight!
Pretty satisfied with the number of mosquito eggs caught today. 300 plus of them.
Did my morning exercise. Yeah, cycled to campus :)
Washed my clothes. Am all ready for the new semester.
Went grocery shopping at Tesco, re-stocked whatever that need to be stocked up.
Spring cleaned my room.
Washed my eww-so-dirty! lab coat.
Off to read Nineteen Minutes now!
Goodnight!
May 28th.
In case some of you have been wondering, this is what I've been keeping myself occupied with for the last few weeks. Perhaps months.
Catching and breeding THIS.

which will eventually grow into this

which will then grow into this

The final product will eventually look like the picture below :)

Ain't they just adorably cute? :)
We've been practically watching them grow day after day and feeding them(wait, that's what mothers do!), up until the 8th day, where we would have no choice but to kill them (before they're big enough to bite us. You wouldn't want to hear dengue cases reported in UTAR, do you?)
Definitely an experience babysitting these little ones.
P/s. This project is done under the permission and authorization of UTAR.
In case some of you have been wondering, this is what I've been keeping myself occupied with for the last few weeks. Perhaps months.
Catching and breeding THIS.

which will eventually grow into this

which will then grow into this

The final product will eventually look like the picture below :)

Ain't they just adorably cute? :)
We've been practically watching them grow day after day and feeding them(wait, that's what mothers do!), up until the 8th day, where we would have no choice but to kill them (before they're big enough to bite us. You wouldn't want to hear dengue cases reported in UTAR, do you?)
Definitely an experience babysitting these little ones.
P/s. This project is done under the permission and authorization of UTAR.
Wednesday
Tuesday
May 25th.
It's beautiful
To know that the sun still shines for you and me tomorrow
It's beautiful
To feel the warmth love gives
It's beautiful
To embrace the beauty of the rainbow's seven colours
It's beautiful
To be under the blanket of stars and moon
It's beautiful
To see the innocence in the eyes of our children
It's beautiful
Listening to different languages and tongues
It's beautiful
When all it takes is mere childlike faith
It's beautiful
What two footprints in the sands reminds me of
It's beautiful
To stand before the cross, to know I'm washed white as snow
It's beautiful
Simply because this God I serve
He is beautiful.
It's beautiful
To know that the sun still shines for you and me tomorrow
It's beautiful
To feel the warmth love gives
It's beautiful
To embrace the beauty of the rainbow's seven colours
It's beautiful
To be under the blanket of stars and moon
It's beautiful
To see the innocence in the eyes of our children
It's beautiful
Listening to different languages and tongues
It's beautiful
When all it takes is mere childlike faith
It's beautiful
What two footprints in the sands reminds me of
It's beautiful
To stand before the cross, to know I'm washed white as snow
It's beautiful
Simply because this God I serve
He is beautiful.
Friday
Some say love it is a river
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razer
that leaves your soul to blead
Some say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
and you it's only seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of wakingthat never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dyingthat never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winterfar beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed
that with the sun's love
in the spring
becomes the rose
-The Rose, by Better Midler-
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razer
that leaves your soul to blead
Some say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
and you it's only seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of wakingthat never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dyingthat never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winterfar beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed
that with the sun's love
in the spring
becomes the rose
-The Rose, by Better Midler-
Sunday
May 16th 2010.
Oh kay, let's see.
My last post dated back to November 2009, which makes that a good 6 months before I decided to make a comeback on blogging. I'll try updating as much as possible :)
This blog is still under 'reconstruction', as you can see. I'm still figuring out a suitable title, since the previous one was no longer appropriate. Keep it to yourself if you ever know why :D
Life has been awesome possum! God have been faithful in all ways.
God is good, all the time.
And all the time, God is good.
I'll leave with that for now. Feels good to be back blogging :)
Oh kay, let's see.
My last post dated back to November 2009, which makes that a good 6 months before I decided to make a comeback on blogging. I'll try updating as much as possible :)
This blog is still under 'reconstruction', as you can see. I'm still figuring out a suitable title, since the previous one was no longer appropriate. Keep it to yourself if you ever know why :D
Life has been awesome possum! God have been faithful in all ways.
God is good, all the time.
And all the time, God is good.
I'll leave with that for now. Feels good to be back blogging :)
Tuesday
Saturday
September 26th.
Apart from studying for finals, I keep myself motivated by doing THIS :)

One more to go. And home is only 3 days away!
On another note, I had a 2am stroll around Westlake with Victoria yesterday night. Just what I needed at this time. And Kampar night view never fails to amaze me. A few twinkling 'lil stars, and I'm reminded once again that I have an awesome God!
Wednesday
September 23rd.
Dear Adie,
Okay, I know this may seem crazy writing a letter to you, but someone needs to knock some senses to your head, and that person can only be me. For now.
I know things has been pretty tough lately. You were homesick. And Genetics paper last Saturday doesn't make the situation better. You were scared, afraid if your past failures would repeat itself again this time around. But know what, my dear? You're strong. Failures are there to help you grow. It isn't always bad. Get up from where you fell last time. Baby steps, remember?
He has been there for you all the time, in case you did not realise, 'coz this God that you worship has promised to never leave nor forsake you. Even the birds of the air and the grass of the field He has taken care of. What more you?
Be still, and know that He is God.

Love,
Adie
Monday
Saturday
Sunday
Saturday
Footprints in the Sands

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there were one set of footprints.
This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.
So I said to the Lord,
“You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most, you have not been there for me?”
The Lord replied,
“The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand,
is when I carried you.”
-Mary Stevenson-
Sunday
July 5th.
I just got home after attending the Asian Cultural Night, themed Symphony of Colours. It was pretty awesome. Performances were great, enough to entertain the crowd. Alicia's ballet dance was again mesmerizing, and I was laughing my heart out for the Kadmat Bomman's drama sketch. Dom's hip-hop dance was also entertaining. So proud of my 'sai ti'.
Most were dressed up for the occasion- traditional costume. I wored kurti, and was feeling rather under-dressed actually. Anyways, two thumbs up for the event =)
Sadly, not much pictures taken due to my poor quality of camera phone. Here's a few for the album.
I just got home after attending the Asian Cultural Night, themed Symphony of Colours. It was pretty awesome. Performances were great, enough to entertain the crowd. Alicia's ballet dance was again mesmerizing, and I was laughing my heart out for the Kadmat Bomman's drama sketch. Dom's hip-hop dance was also entertaining. So proud of my 'sai ti'.
Most were dressed up for the occasion- traditional costume. I wored kurti, and was feeling rather under-dressed actually. Anyways, two thumbs up for the event =)
Sadly, not much pictures taken due to my poor quality of camera phone. Here's a few for the album.

Notice my potte? =)
Saturday
July 4th.
I had goosebumps after doing this test. Try this out.
Read the question below and come out with an answer.
A woman, while at the funeral of her own mother, met a guy whom she did not know. She thought this guy was amazing. She believed him to be her dream guy so much, that she fell in love with him right there, but never asked for his number and could not find him. A few days later she killed her sister.
Question: What is her motive for killing her sister?
Answer (click your cursor and drag to highlight answer): She was hoping the guy would appear at the funeral again. If you answered this correctly, you think like a psychopath. This was a test conducted by a famous American Psychologist to test if one has the same mentality as a killer. Many arrested serial killers took part in the test and answered the question correctly.
Err. So what's your answer?
I had goosebumps after doing this test. Try this out.
Read the question below and come out with an answer.
A woman, while at the funeral of her own mother, met a guy whom she did not know. She thought this guy was amazing. She believed him to be her dream guy so much, that she fell in love with him right there, but never asked for his number and could not find him. A few days later she killed her sister.
Question: What is her motive for killing her sister?
Answer (click your cursor and drag to highlight answer): She was hoping the guy would appear at the funeral again. If you answered this correctly, you think like a psychopath. This was a test conducted by a famous American Psychologist to test if one has the same mentality as a killer. Many arrested serial killers took part in the test and answered the question correctly.
Err. So what's your answer?
Thursday
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