Do keep my parents in prayer, my dad is recovering at home from the dengue that hit him hard last week, while my mom was just admitted today with a platelet count of 44. I just spoke to my mom over the phone, and she said I could go to tonight's prayer meeting. I mean true corporate prayer is important, but on the other hand surely I can't leave my dad at home...I mean, yes the maid is around, and he's basically going to spend the night sleeping in recuperation anyway, and frankly even if something does happen I'm not exactly the best equipped person in the world to handle the situation, but...I don't know, if I stay, I won't be contributing much to any situation; however if I go...I'll feel like I'm neglecting my responsibilities as a son...On the other hand, he's not in a critical condition, he's just resting and recuperation, hardly anything can go wrong...Aargh...it's a delicate balance...

To go or not to go...that is the question...


Do you really?


I first saw you about a year ago, although I never really paid much attention to you. Maybe I did say a few words to you but you never really caught my attention. It was only a few days ago that I started taking notice of you. You had a steadiness and gentleness that few of your peers had. Even when in pain you never gave up.

Recently I heard some things about you, about your past. You were one of the best in your trade, a pleasure to work with, and enjoyable to be around. Needless to say I'm not the only one with emotional ties to you. So when the time came for you to move on to the next phase of your life, I was not the only one with a lump in my throat.

But the time had to come for you to get off at your stop. As the song goes, 'it's the same old train, it's just a different time.' And one day we'll all have to get off at our station. But while we're still on the train, we'll always remember you.

Rest In Peace.



So last night I was at the Go Forth evening rally listening to Rev Morley Lee when he gave this interesting soundbite...

"I arrived at Changi Airport two nights ago and my friend was driving me around town when I saw along the road 'Celebrating the Singapore Spirit'. So I asked my friend, 'What is the Singapore Spirit?' He turned around and asked his wife, 'Eh, what is the Singapore Spirit ah?' and she replied, 'Dunno!' Maybe they should have a conference like the one we're having now; they'll hold workshops and seminars and discussions about the Singapore Spirit!"

He couldn't have said it any better. Which brings me to the question...what IS the Singapore Spirit?!?


Is there any genre of music that Bruce Hornsby can't tackle without making a masterpiece out of? Funk, pop, bluegrass, jazz, classical, he fuses all these and more and gives it the unmistakeable Hornsby touch. What a pity barely anyone notices his genius...

...Russia?!? Or so my PES 6 simulation suggests. Well it's already gotten the Portugal v Germany result wrong so I'm not buying it...but if they really do win, you read it here first!

For the record, I'm tipping Croatia to win =D


I was just going through my archives while organising my portfolio when I came across these two photographs. A record of my past, a glimpse into my future...


As everyone knows, I'm not a big fan of spam, but once in a while something comes along that's worth a read.

I knelt to pray but not for long,
I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work
For bills would soon be due.

So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees
My Christian duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.

All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer.
No time to speak of Christ to friends,
They'd laugh at me I'd fear.

No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need
But at last the time, the time to die.

I went before the Lord!
I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God held a book;
It was the book of life.

God looked into his book and said
'Your name I cannot find.
I once was going to write it down...
But never found the time'



(Liverpool vs Porto)

Martin Tyler: The referee today is Roberto Rosetti. He's a trained doctor, a trained physiotherapist, so he'll be able to assess any injured players on the pitch in the course of the match.

Andy Gray: He's also a trained referee too, mate!



Melvin: Wow, I didn't know Lays was more expensive than Ruffles!

Alvin: Yeah, that's because Lays is a premium brand.

M: Let's look at Pringles...

A: Pringles should be around the same price as the Ruffles. These are the midrange brands, the Volkswagens and Fords of potato chips.

M: Oh my look at the price of these Lays Kettle Cooked chips!

A: My gosh, this must be the Rolls Royce of potato chips. The normal Lays should be the Mercedes, BMWs. Of course on this side are the more budget chips, the Toyotas and Protons and Geelys. That's why we're buying so many of them.

M: How do you think our youths like Twisties?

A: Well they're ok; and not too expensive. They are also midrange, a bit lower-end though, more like your Citroens and Skodas and...


Feet on the Go, Eyes on the Goal! We are...

...well, yeah, that's the problem. We don't have a name yet. We have a young developing team, matches planned against St. John's Chapel and St. Matthew's Church, as well as a spanking new jersey...

And yet we don't have a name. Well, I guess I'll have to turn to my healthy number of blog readers for a vote. What shall we call our football club? I've thought of some suggestions...

Hmm...maybe we'll even go continental for this one...

My, my the choices. Any suggestions or votes...the tagboard is at your service.

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It's a Great Time to be a Liverpool Fan!

Who cares if we just lost to Chelsea, with a song like this, all hope is restored...

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Wanna know what I've been busy with these whole 3 months?

Then you definitely cannot miss Fusion 2007!

Theatre for the Arts, Nanyang Polytechnic

8 March, Thursday
19:00 hrs to 21:00 hrs

9 March, Friday
09:00 hrs to 21:00 hrs

10 March, Saturday
10:00 hrs to 14:00 hrs

Hope to see you there! =D

God bless,
Giant Zucchini


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