looks like it's a BEAUTIFUL day

Just a couple of things to blog....

1) Coffee Bean

2) Chage & Aska

hehz...not many will understand..

actually..none will understand... ;P

Merry Christmas ~~

Here's wishing everyone a Merry Christmas~

This Christmas let's all remember the true meaning of Christmas. Christmas isn't about all the presents and good food. Christmas is to commemorate the coming of our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ. And it's because Jesus came, that's why all who believes in him are saved.

*sob sob*

Can someone stop me from watching tv at 9pm every night? Just watched that TVB serial on a group of people trying to become commercial pilots. Today's episode was on their first flights and eventually getting their CPLs.

Haiz, all the memories started coming back. I remember how my first ever flight felt like. Still remember the imposing figure of Major Eng, the CO of Airgrading Centre, sitting next to me, showing me how to do the checks, showing me the ropes. Then we taxyed out to the runway and after getting clearance, we lined up and took off. Simply unforgettable. He showed me the effects of the controls, showed me how to climb and descend, execute middle-level turns and etc. Of course, in the first sortie there's the aerobatics. It was supposed to assess us on whether we will get air-sick. He threw all sorts of aeroabatics at me, barrel rolls, aileron rolls, inverted-flight, wing stall, loops. There was a time I didn't even know which part of the training area was I in. I remember he asked me, "Where are we?" I could only answer, "I'm not sure, Sir." Thankfully it was only my first sortie and was really disorientated, he only said that it's okie for the first sortie, but next time he expected me to know exactly where we are in the training area at all times. We returned to base, and my first landing was actually a bit scary. There was a chain-linked fence surrounding the airfield and remembering that we had fixed landing gears, we seemed to be approaching the threshold very low and I was actually quite worried that our landing gears might just clip the fence. After a couple of times, I realised that we would actually clear the fence quite comfortably and that fear was gone. Overall it was a great sortie, because it opened a new chapter in my life.

Now, 50+ hours of flying later, I probably won't have the chance to pilot an aircraft again. Sigh, oh well, who knows what's installed for me in the future. Maybe I'll really go and sign up to be a commercial pilot. But would I lose another 2 years of effort? Who knows? Degree first now.

I miss flying~~

Happy Birthday Bro!!

well well...Desmond is FINALLY 22...HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRO!!!

i miss flying~~

I realised I haven't been blogging, not due to the lack of blogging opportunities, there had been plenty of stuff to blog about, but i just don't feel the urge to blog. I don't know why, somehow blogging feels like a chore again, think Singapore and blogging don't mix, it's better to blog in Melbourne.

Oh well, I miss flying. I don't know why I suddenly miss it, might be due to the fact channel 55 is showing a TVB serial on commercial pilots. However I don't watch it, I refuse to watch it. Because I know if I do, I'll miss flying even more. Whenever I think of flying, I think of Perth, the times spent there, the things done there and the things that went all wrong. So many things I could have, ought to have done better.

Anyway, I have realised my problem. I lack the ability to socialise and I'm too stubborn(or stuck-up?) to make the first move to break the ice. I'm also unable to ask for help when I really need it. I try to solve everything on my own, using my own abilities - however lacking they are, to solve everything. Why? Because I care too much for my own "face". I refuse to give the impression that I need help, or that I would actually need help. Because I care too much about "face", I've lost too many things, physically and emotionally. I regret those emotional losses the most.

I have always wondered why I cared so much about not losing "face". Not as though I have alot of it to show for in the first place. After reflecting, I'm a jack-of-all-trades, master-of-none. Everything I tried, I've been able to do it competently, but none of it I can really do very very well. Oh, maybe screwing up I can do very well, but then that's beside the point. I guess the reason that I'm a jack of all trades is down to self-belief, knowing that I can do it if I want to. However there hasn't been anything I've done that I can say I have truly done my best and I'm very good at it. Even football, back in secondary school, if I may say so, I had quite a fair bit of potential. In cross-country as well, I could have remained captain of the team. However I can't stand not being the best in what I do. If I can't be the best, I won't do it.

And that's my downfall.....

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i actually completed 2 days of part-time work. my first ever part-time job. don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. oh well..the experience is quite alright, maybe because i did it with des so it was very enjoyable haiz...the job was to scan bar codes of clothing..the scanning was alright, it was the carrying of the boxes and boxes of jeans that's the tiring part, now i have aches in my back, neck, hamstrings...butt..basically everywhere that's movable hurts...almost cramped just now while typing this stupid blog..oh well...the "hard work" is over..and for $5 an hour...so this couple of days i earned $65? the money will come in the end of the month..but i've already spent $63 of it on a pair of shoes...haiz...how will i ever save....this is not me..i usually am able to save alot...

i have changed..

oh well..its 2am...doing some soul-searching..and i realised..i have to give myself another chance..i'm trying to give myself another chance..but then, however many chances i give myself, if some people don't give me chances..i have no chance as well...true? i dunno..is what i'm hoping for a chance at even worth hoping for that chance? i'm lost..it's late....

the last couple of days i'd been thinking quite a bit..just how nice it could be..how i hope i wun make the same mistakes i did..thinking...thinking...all wishful thinking..

reality is cruel..one mistake and that's it...no one gives a damn anymore

Today in Church History

5th December

This is the traditional date for the death of the church father, Clement of Alexandria (c. 150-215). He is called the father of the Eastern Church. He is also the author of the oldest Christian hymn that has come down to us, "Shepherd of Tender Youth".

On Dec 5, 1823, Robert Morrison, first Protestant missionary to China, left China to return to England, taking his first furlough since arriving there in 1807. Back in London, he presented a copy of his Chinese Bible to King George IV and was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society. He spent many months traveling across the British Isles promoting the cause of Chinese evangelism. Returning to China in 1826, he remained there until his death in 1834. During the course of his twenty-seven years among the Chinese, he saw only three or four converts, but he laid the foundation for all subsequent missionary work in that great land.

Dec 5, 1934, was the last full day missionaries John and Betty Stam spent together in their home in China. The next day, their city of Tsingteh was captured by Communist troops. John and Betty were seized and forced to leave their little baby, Helen Priscilla, in a blanket on the bed. On the morning of Dec 8, 1934, the Stams were beheaded for their faith in Christ. Little Helen was miraculously found by national Christians and smuggled out of the country.

Photo album updated

I uploaded a couple of albums yesterday, wanted to update my blog yesterday but something was wrong with blogger...oh well one album is a few pictures of my time spent in the airforce..and the other is about my JC class yes i look damn skinny in those pictures, but sighz..that was so long ago..i'm now resigned to my fat size haha

oh but i weighed myself just now..i now weigh 60kg..i lost another 3kg somehow...but then my tummy's still here..i wonder why...MAYBE i should start my sit-up routine soon...start working it off...but then...working it off might not be a good idea...first i need a belt..the jeans i bought before leaving for melbourne are all too loose now..anymore fats lost and i'll be thrown to jail for indecent exposure..muahahahaha

Thank God of concerned friends, but don't worry people, i'm not depressed..it's more like i've straightened out my thinking hehz..