<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:30:20.533+08:00</updated><category term='tasks'/><category term='complains'/><category term='experience'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='stories'/><category term='accomodation'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Isaac in the Middle Country</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00053677246384757820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-7540935589766541784</id><published>2009-05-13T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T16:05:20.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many things I have been thinking of and yet the situation does not permit me to speak it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It frightens me how vulnerable we men and guys are to sin and temptations. People who are 'up there' and in the field recognise their danger of falling, and we who are 'normal' going to church on Sundays, and perhaps, lead groups, do not see the danger. And it is those who think they are stable who will fall. Each compromise leads us closer to the edge. I have heard, seen and experienced things that show me clearly the dangers of sexual sin. It doesn't matter if you're a pastor or an overseas worker or a church leader or just one of the normal members, you ARE vulnerable, and if you fail to admit that, you are positioning yourself for a fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I see we don't have an accountability group back in Bethany (not that I know of). Even the overseas workers here are meeting up twice a month to check on one another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-7540935589766541784?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/7540935589766541784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-many-things-i-have-been-thinking-of.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/7540935589766541784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/7540935589766541784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-many-things-i-have-been-thinking-of.html' title=''/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-1124365118753729307</id><published>2009-05-13T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:53:34.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doing the right thing hurts at times, but look beyond the 'now' and you'll see it's worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-1124365118753729307?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/1124365118753729307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/05/doing-right-thing-hurts-at-times-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/1124365118753729307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/1124365118753729307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/05/doing-right-thing-hurts-at-times-but.html' title=''/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-4429291475919261309</id><published>2009-05-11T15:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:51:54.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>Chicken a la Carte</title><content type='html'>Email I got from Salome a week or so after Weiz showed me this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me think of the condition over here. Some regions, the farmers can only grow enough food for half a year, because of the climate and land. They tend to starve the other half so death from starvation isn't an uncommon thing though we might not see it back at home or even in cities here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short film about hunger and poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the Link below and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video really touched my heart, hope it touches yours too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the video, let's think about this.&lt;br /&gt;-What can we do to help? For real, not just pity talk.&lt;br /&gt;we may already be so used to being apathetic to the people who suffer alongside us in our society, on a daily basis...&lt;br /&gt;how will we go after the needy, the poor,the widow and so on?&lt;br /&gt;we've got to tear down the walls of religion,&lt;br /&gt;wake up for the call of loving, starting with people near us. &lt;br /&gt;live like Jesus. love like Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken a la Carte : Director: Ferdinand Dimadura | Genre: Drama | Produced In: 2005 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;This film is about the hunger and poverty brought about by Globalization.&lt;br /&gt;There are 10,000 people dying everyday due to hunger and malnutrition.&lt;br /&gt;This short film shows a forgotten portion of the society.&lt;br /&gt;The people who live on the refuse of men to survive.&lt;br /&gt;What is inspiring is the hope and spirituality that never left this people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cultureunplugged.com/play/1081/Chicken-a-la-Carte"&gt;http://www.cultureunplugged.com/play/1081/Chicken-a-la-Carte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-4429291475919261309?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/4429291475919261309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/05/chicken-la-carte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/4429291475919261309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/4429291475919261309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/05/chicken-la-carte.html' title='Chicken a la Carte'/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-9179585637957750807</id><published>2009-05-08T23:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:00:36.564+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>祷告 - 赞美之泉</title><content type='html'>祷告，因为我渺小&lt;br /&gt;祷告，因为我知道我需要&lt;br /&gt;明瞭，你心意对我重要&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;祷告，以假装不了&lt;br /&gt;祷告，因为你的爱我需要&lt;br /&gt;你关怀，我走过的你多都明白&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些事我只想对你说&lt;br /&gt;因你比任何人都爱我&lt;br /&gt;痛苦从眼中流下&lt;br /&gt;我知道你为我擦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在早晨我也要来对你说&lt;br /&gt;主耶稣今天我为你活&lt;br /&gt;所需要的力量你天天赐给我&lt;br /&gt;你恩典够我用&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray, because I'm so small&lt;br /&gt;I pray, because I know that I need to&lt;br /&gt;Understanding the importance of Your will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray, I can no longer fake it&lt;br /&gt;I pray, because I need Your love&lt;br /&gt;Your concern, Your understanding of all that I've been through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things that I wish to tell You only&lt;br /&gt;For You love me much more than anyone else&lt;br /&gt;Even as pain flow down in the form of tears&lt;br /&gt;I know You'll wipe them away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I will come to You&lt;br /&gt;Lord Jesus today I'll live for You&lt;br /&gt;You grant me the strength that I need each day&lt;br /&gt;Your grace is sufficient for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics from &lt;a href="http://kohpatsy.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!31184E3A8CB2FAC5!1984.entry"&gt;http://kohpatsy.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!31184E3A8CB2FAC5!1984.entry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can hear the song from the links there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v5hwJL5fCvY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v5hwJL5fCvY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-9179585637957750807?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/9179585637957750807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/9179585637957750807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/9179585637957750807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='祷告 - 赞美之泉'/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-3393414392589027567</id><published>2009-05-08T14:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:41:41.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>关于爱，我们每个人都有不一样的想法。但每个人的想法都未必是对的。和 Gin 谈了后才了解，其实对爱很了解得未必是在谈恋爱或是有过恋爱经验的人。可能是所谓的旁观者清，当局者迷吧。一个平时能够耐心果断地细考问题的人大概面临情感的问题时也比较难以逻辑来解决。感情的事是多么的平常，但在我们周围又有几个人敢向别人提自己的问题？说到底，这是个信任的问题吧。不只是感情，也有很多其他深沉次的问题。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也因如此，我开始在找三种朋友：走在我前方的、和我并肩走的、和走在我后边的。每一种朋友都会带来不一样的友谊，而且都重要。或许我们会问，为何需要回头帮助别人，对我们又有什么好处。在这时刻，我也没有任何的答案，不过我往往在帮助别人时，受益不浅。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在这又发挥了吸尘机的功效。不过，吃了这么多，我有个问题。到底多跑到哪儿去了!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-3393414392589027567?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/3393414392589027567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/05/gin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/3393414392589027567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/3393414392589027567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/05/gin.html' title=''/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-5184567821335170575</id><published>2009-05-08T14:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:30:27.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>Life without Plastic Bags</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SgPQPzOv79I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8ye1eyzLcPA/s1600-h/DSC00336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333335353605484498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SgPQPzOv79I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8ye1eyzLcPA/s320/DSC00336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-5184567821335170575?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/5184567821335170575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-without-plastic-bags.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/5184567821335170575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/5184567821335170575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-without-plastic-bags.html' title='Life without Plastic Bags'/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SgPQPzOv79I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8ye1eyzLcPA/s72-c/DSC00336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-4240057812314084925</id><published>2009-05-06T13:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:51:55.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A call for update so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard of a story yesterday. There was this worker who came from overseas to share the Word in a particular village. He worked there for years, teaching and sharing with the people there songs and living with the people. Years passed and when World War II broke out, he was killed when the Japanese invaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His daughter returned to the village years later when she was already 80+ years old only to find that the work her father had done was lost. The villages still remembered this particular person, and some of the songs he taught, but besides that, nothing changed. The church is being used for something else, only being truly a place of worship on Christmas itself. She was so upset, she wept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me think, will what I do be burnt to the ground in the end? Would I escape, but just with my life, everything else gone? How does it feel to have all my hard work amount to nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know I was to feel that exact feeling just later in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to plant more vegetables in the garden plot at the office, the soil had to be tilled. One of the staff, in doing that, destroyed most of the garlic I had been growing and caring for the past weeks. Losing my work wasn't a good feeling; there were feelings of anger and loss. I didn't have to sacrifice my life for these plants, and yet the feelings were intensed. It would be much worse for the daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A passage came to mind with regards to these, plus a comment from a book I was reading just that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unless [He] builds the house,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its builders labor in vain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unless [He] watches over the city,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the watchmen stand guard in vain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In vain you rise early&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and stay up late,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;toiling for food to eat -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for he grants sleep to those he loves. (&lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;for while they sleep he provides for those he loves)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of interest is the later part of this chapter (Ps 127) which I only noticed and started to think about recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sons are a heritage from [Him],&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;children a reward from him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like arrows in the hands of a warrior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;are sons born in one's youth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessed is the man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whose quiver is full of them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They will not be put to shame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when they contend with their enemies in the gate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this reminds me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Again I saw something meaningless under the sun:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a man all alone;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he had neither son nor brother.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was no end to his toil,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet his eyes were not content with his wealth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For whom am I toiling," he asked,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"and why am I depriving myself of enjoyment?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This too is meaningless -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a miserable business!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ecc 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building and standing guard has been linked to sons (and daughters, don't worry sisters). Work is not doing things, but reproducing (you know I'm not talking about multiplying your genes in the biological sense), otherwise, it'll all be meaningless at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this particular book I was reading just in the morning was talking about whether we are building His kingdom or ours. If we were building His kingdom, even when all my plants and effort was destroyed, as long as I have put in my best, I will not be (too) upset. He gives and He takes away, may His name be praised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One comment which sounds like a modern day Ecc so I'll state it in that manner, which I think all of you have heard before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I saw something meaningless under the sun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young men work and toil at the expense of their health,&lt;br /&gt;and in their old age expend all of it in order to regain it.&lt;br /&gt;This too is meaningless, a chasing after the wind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-4240057812314084925?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/4240057812314084925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/05/call-for-update-so-here-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/4240057812314084925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/4240057812314084925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/05/call-for-update-so-here-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-3646735657994710654</id><published>2009-04-29T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:03:57.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Staff holidays coming up on Thursday and Friday. One of the staff will be going back to his home village and I'll be going back with him. Living conditions might be harder, but I'll get to try out farming and seeing the rural areas. Excited, but at the same time, a little unwilling to leave the comfort of the city, hahaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-3646735657994710654?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/3646735657994710654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/staff-holidays-coming-up-on-thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/3646735657994710654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/3646735657994710654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/staff-holidays-coming-up-on-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-1071532108140070636</id><published>2009-04-26T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:52:02.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This particular verses stood out very strongly for me. Weiz and Jia should know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you make a vow to [Him], do not delay in fulfilling it. He has no pleasure in fools; fulfil your vow. It is better not to vow than to make a vow and not fulfil it. Do not let your mouth lead you into sin. And do not protest to the temple messenger, "My vow was a mistake." Why should [He] be angry at what you say and destroy the work of your hands?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ecc 5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-1071532108140070636?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/1071532108140070636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-particular-verses-stood-out-very.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/1071532108140070636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/1071532108140070636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-particular-verses-stood-out-very.html' title=''/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-6543842067764005457</id><published>2009-04-23T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:58:06.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People have always wondered whether the fish that swallowed Jonah was a fish or a whale. Finally, my Australian friend has the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the 吐拿鱼 (tuna fish; and his name is 约拿 in chinese)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-6543842067764005457?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/6543842067764005457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/people-have-always-wondered-whether.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/6543842067764005457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/6543842067764005457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/people-have-always-wondered-whether.html' title=''/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-3124708254158489631</id><published>2009-04-23T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:41:17.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An English version of my previous post, at the request of a reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not an exact translation of my previous entry but along the same theme and similar in content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff are a fun bunch, and understanding their language, character and background helps build the relationship. I realised, once again, that a little humour and lameness goes a long way in getting people to warm up to me, or in this case, warm up even more. So it's Isaac's lame jokes, Chinese version. I needed to be more proficient at the language, however, so it kind of took a while. I was even quieter, if it were even possible, here during my first 2 months, but an unexpected lame comment, the kind which might make Jia roll her eyes, and the ice breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 more months. Time is short!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-3124708254158489631?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/3124708254158489631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/english-version-of-my-previous-post-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/3124708254158489631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/3124708254158489631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/english-version-of-my-previous-post-at.html' title=''/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-8878580101960779903</id><published>2009-04-23T10:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:49:32.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>一转眼，我在这里已有了四个月。虽然经历的事也不能说是特别的多，但也有很多机会好好的思想。和本地人的沟通也进步了不少。下关话（这里的方言）其实和普通话（我们所谓的华语）差别也不多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我发现装疯卖傻是个触近人与人之间的关系的好方法。不是说我们该把自己当成白痴，而是偶尔开个玩笑，不把自己看得太认真。我刚到的时候其实是很静的（哈哈，这很特别吗），比在新加坡还静，但从昆明回来后，也已想通了，要和他们建立起更好的关系，以便更好的服侍他们。祝我能顺利成功吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这里很多的年轻人，包括和我一起工作的员工，都是“月光族”。我原以为是因为他们都很晚才睡，但不是的。是因为他们一个月的工资，一个月里就花的清光！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-8878580101960779903?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/8878580101960779903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/8878580101960779903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/8878580101960779903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-4127399381022964137</id><published>2009-04-21T13:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:32:45.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The more I know, the more I realise I don't know. And I fully agree with the quote from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ecc&lt;/span&gt; that Uncle Mark posted on his blog. It's a never ending pursuit, and one that sometimes lead to nowhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-4127399381022964137?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/4127399381022964137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-i-know-more-i-realise-i-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/4127399381022964137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/4127399381022964137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-i-know-more-i-realise-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-347604468773858819</id><published>2009-04-19T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:53:24.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A group of brothers to a group of sisters who were supposed to have a meeting in their room before an event at a retreat - Don't worry, you can come in now. We've kept all our international flags.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My boss to his staff - You've to be careful of the quiet ones like Isaac. They don't say much, but when they do, they'll blow you off your chair! &lt;/em&gt;-_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-347604468773858819?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/347604468773858819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/group-of-brothers-to-group-of-sisters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/347604468773858819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/347604468773858819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/group-of-brothers-to-group-of-sisters.html' title=''/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-5311763108551876930</id><published>2009-04-19T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:42:01.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just realised (and also pointed out by Jia), that I have been exposed a lot to the theories on love, hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things I heard from the couples I met here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Long-distance relationships can work. My boss and his wife developed their relationship while he was over here and she was back in Aust. They met when he went back to attend a friend's wedding, got to know here and maintained their relationship for over a year (if I remember correctly) before getting married and she moved over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Couples can start out disliking each other (like TV shows and movies). This couple who visited us from Aust (also, hahaa) started out disliking each other, and in fact had very different personalities (opposites attract, so they say). It takes more work, but it can work out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) There is a special one for you. The couple of point 2 were brought together by Father. It's a long story, but He brought both of them to the same congre, had people speak to each of them about the other person, and basically led both of them to realise they were meant for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Couples can be brought together by Father from different lands, and He can give signs to show that each one that they are meant to for one another. I sat down at the lunch table in time to hear this story of how this couple met each other a few times in different countries. And the guy developed feelings for the girl, but he wasn't sure, so he asked for a sign that if she came over to his place that night (which had never happened before), she's the one. He even went out to stack the odds against him, only to receive a call from the girl saying she had something to discuss with him and was coming over. He confessed his feelings and now they're married with a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wonder why I keep hearing these stories that break my preconceived notions that these things are just fairy tales. I won't say this is the norm; they may perhaps just be exceptions, but these things can happen. Perhaps this can benefit some of you reading, hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another tip for you guys that I heard from my boss today. Girls want to be chased, even after marriage. It does stop at marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why I'm getting so much exposure to this, or probably because I'm keeping an ear out for these stories? Hahaa, not sure, but sure is interesting, heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-5311763108551876930?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/5311763108551876930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-realised-and-also-pointed-out-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/5311763108551876930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/5311763108551876930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-realised-and-also-pointed-out-by.html' title=''/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-8829705298424131462</id><published>2009-04-19T14:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T14:49:17.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>Gardening and Retreat</title><content type='html'>Shannen once mentioned that I'm not one to give up easily. I'm not sure how she came to the conclusion, but indeed, I can be quite stubborn when I make up my mind to do or complete something. Not sure if you still remember me mentioning something I found I could do over here, but I did give a little clue some posts back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing too exciting or amazing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hahaa&lt;/span&gt;, but I started working on the garden in the office building. The staff gave me something easy to start with - garlic and some sweet potato. There was nothing growing out of the ground for almost two weeks after I planted and the staff started commenting, perhaps it's because the garlic was old and had died. I also had my own doubts about the soil since they wash their mops there and all the detergent and dirty water might have killed the soil, but that was only one portion. I continued to water everyday regardless. And the result was growth! Not one, not two, but 5 now. Probably with more watering, I'll see more sprouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff must be amused to see me planting the seeds of whatever fruit I ate, and to keep watering despite the lack of growth. They even said they'll get me proper seeds since it must be disappointing to see a lack of results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also cleared up their backyard, but it's probably too dark to grow plants here. Probably I can transfer trees here after they've grown a bit. A male stuff and I managed to clear a lot of the overgrown plants here and we've turned a 'forest' back into a backyard. I had to cut down some of the bamboo plants and I'm reminded of one of Jacky Chan's lines from one of the Rush Hour movies. "Chinese bamboo. Very strong..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from a retreat and initially was wondering how my plants will be. But I was pleasantly surprised to find that more plants had sprouted; especially the seed which I planted in a container and set on my window sill. Previously, a weed was all I got, now, there's a little seedling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A man scatters seed on the ground. Night and day, whether he sleeps of gets up, the seed sprouts and grows, though he does not know how. All by itself the soil produces grain - first the stalk, then the head, then the full kernel in the head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speaker for the retreat was a very good one. He talked about Joseph's life and how it applies to people who have left home to work here. I am very sure the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BCI&lt;/span&gt; people are touched by his words. He spoke of detouring, not reaching the destination directly, but having to move on elsewhere first; of delaying, having to wait and wait for something to happen; of being faithful where we're planted, as Joseph was as a slave and in prison; disappointments and betrayal and yet still have the grace to forgive and serve when we're down ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even talked about another thing, being faithful in relationships. I had always wonder how difficult it would be to be faithful if as a single, it's so easy to be attracted to attractive women. Would getting married make it easier? Of course not. It would take work on our part. He was honest in saying that we would still find people who draw us to them, but it would be our job to put distance between as, going against our heart (not following our heart as the saying goes so commonly) and that requires self-discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a talent night and amazingly, no 'forcing' was required. People volunteered on their own and I got roped in into a group of youths because they lacked a person. Still don't know why I agreed. Anyway, it was just doing some easy repeated actions, but it was comical. The audiences were laughing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even young kids sang, danced, acted. Kids from primary school to secondary. There were many solo violin recitals as well. The children were amazingly sporting. There were these 2 sisters who even went up repeated times and danced, surprising even their father who was playing the guitar, thinking they were just going to sing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hahaa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us, 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sg&lt;/span&gt; and lots of Americans went to a nearby cave to explore. I was expected to see some natural wonders but was disappointed. The cave was carved out with steps and lights. Coloured lights. Blue, green, red. When I told my boss, he and his wife laughed about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a place called dinosaur valley near my town, and I was thinking of visiting it. Apparently they had discovered dinosaur bones and fossils there. Now, I'm not sure if I still want to go. It would be traumatizing to find a dancing T-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rex&lt;/span&gt; skeleton complete with multi-coloured disco neon lights...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-8829705298424131462?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/8829705298424131462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/gardening-and-retreat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/8829705298424131462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/8829705298424131462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/gardening-and-retreat.html' title='Gardening and Retreat'/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-7030653678009997182</id><published>2009-04-12T13:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:45:07.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>True love and finding it...?</title><content type='html'>Some bits of info I picked up in the lectures and training of staff with regards to love. You all might know this, and things I put here are mainly those that I find interesting or didn't know about at first. Not that I think it's all 101% true, even though the later part esp are derived from the lives of our very very first ancestors. Read and determine for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lectures first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three kinds of love (might be more, but the lecturer says these are the main ones):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you, if..." If you do this or this, I'll love you. Can one keep on fulfilling certain desires?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you, because..."&lt;br /&gt;Because you are like this or that, or because you have this. What exactly is the object of love? The person or...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you, no strings attached." Agape, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No price for guessing which is true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love isn't blind, rather, it sees the other person for who he/she really is, strengths, weaknesses, character, faults and all, and accepts that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love doesn't expect the other party to change, and instead focuses more on what we ourselves can offer. Change comes when each individual feels so loved and cherished that he/she wants to change to become a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love is built upon three things:&lt;br /&gt;Respect&lt;br /&gt;Friendship&lt;br /&gt;Trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characteristics of true love:&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient, love is kind... so on, you know the drill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part two, from an Australian Chinese couple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Suddenly I recalled a phrase that caught my attention some time ago: He made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the guy's job to go look for the girl. The proactive one. Adam looked for a helper among the animals, but couldn't find one. (Sounds wrong, lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was Father who brought her to him, and once he saw her, he knew she's the one. So guys, while looking, don't forget you need help from Him as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve didn't exactly do much, just let Father lead her to him. So she's the one doing the waiting for the right guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snake went for the woman, why? She's more easily swayed by words, her weakness are her ears. The man would not be so easily swayed by words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then his weakness was his eyes. He was swayed by the woman. The woman might not have been swayed by the man if he didn't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the curse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman will long for her husband and he will rule over her. And so what a woman needs most in a relationship is love from her husband. And that is why husbands are called to love. Take note guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man's curse is to work the field, no matter how tough, and so his desire now is towards his work. But his need in a relationship is one that respects him, no matter if he performs well or not. Take note ladies. And guys, you have to lead in the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then split into male and female groups for more discussion. Guys if you want to know more, ask me personally. Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not certain if it's all 100% true, since the drawing out seems a bit far-fetched at points, but well, general characteristics of the 2 genders seem fine enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-7030653678009997182?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/7030653678009997182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/true-love-and-finding-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/7030653678009997182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/7030653678009997182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/true-love-and-finding-it.html' title='True love and finding it...?'/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-2582281204180508508</id><published>2009-04-09T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:41:29.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A man went to a rural village to look for a wife. For a very plain and ordinary village girl, he paid 12 cows for her hand in marriage. When his friends heard of it, they were shocked and told him he had paid way too much, just 1 cow was enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I know that 1 cow is the price of a wife, but the wife I want is 1 that is worth 12 cows, not 1."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-2582281204180508508?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/2582281204180508508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/man-went-to-rural-village-to-look-for.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/2582281204180508508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/2582281204180508508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/man-went-to-rural-village-to-look-for.html' title=''/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-4897399112791196923</id><published>2009-04-08T14:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:16:08.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note to self - most fruit trees don't grow if the seeds have gone into the mouth and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-4897399112791196923?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/4897399112791196923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/note-to-self-most-fruit-trees-dont-grow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/4897399112791196923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/4897399112791196923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/note-to-self-most-fruit-trees-dont-grow.html' title=''/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-6331268047298701587</id><published>2009-04-08T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T01:15:48.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>BBQ with Uni Students on 28th March</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SduF5ckBmyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1vzcpuQxEho/s1600-h/IMG_0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321994606634703650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SduF5ckBmyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1vzcpuQxEho/s320/IMG_0227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SduF5IZ2XQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XhoGmqfFYxc/s1600-h/IMG_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321994601223314690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SduF5IZ2XQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XhoGmqfFYxc/s320/IMG_0225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some pics of birds from the Kunming Zoo for Weiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the day with a simple song, one about chasing your dreams and not giving up. It has a nice tune to it and meaningful lyrics. The kind of song where youths like to sing, hahaa. A short time of games followed. Most of you will remember the game where a group of people have to flip the groundsheet over while standing on it and not letting anyone step out onto the ground. It was then bbq time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They used small pits where everyone could sit around it and cook and eat together. Much better than those we have at home where just a few people can do the cooking. Veg is the main source of food here, even in bbq. We had jiu cai (not sure what's the english name, heh), cucumber, egg plant and sliced potatoes. But what's a bbq without meat? There was also beef, chicken wings and luncheon meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good turn out. The skies were cloudy, but thankfully, it didn't rain at all. It usually did when skies were like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SduF5GeuDsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/u4NlbjHhQS4/s1600-h/IMG_0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321991894174067218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SduDbj3A6hI/AAAAAAAAAFE/utCuMC8OF2M/s320/IMG_0314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321991899034362578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SduDb19zItI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Jb2XXX1BTa8/s320/IMG_0315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SduDciGWITI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HS1xijdZWoI/s1600-h/IMG_0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321991910881370418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SduDciGWITI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HS1xijdZWoI/s320/IMG_0323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SduDcR1GaQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eNkgcZ9XgYI/s1600-h/IMG_0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321991906514069762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SduDcR1GaQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eNkgcZ9XgYI/s320/IMG_0319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321991905917490914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SduDcPm3VuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/tkRi_7ur3Cw/s320/IMG_0316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321994600706870978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SduF5GeuDsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/u4NlbjHhQS4/s320/IMG_0327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321994595008444594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SduF4xQG-LI/AAAAAAAAAFs/DHsgG3hzLg8/s320/IMG_0326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I took these while we were on our way back. And now I understand where 'Every cloud has a silver lining' comes from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-6331268047298701587?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/6331268047298701587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/bbq-with-uni-students-on-28th-march.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/6331268047298701587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/6331268047298701587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/bbq-with-uni-students-on-28th-march.html' title='BBQ with Uni Students on 28th March'/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SduF5ckBmyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1vzcpuQxEho/s72-c/IMG_0227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-9017869262858224577</id><published>2009-04-07T23:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:30:17.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tasks'/><title type='text'>Lecture 2 - Is it Love or Something Else?</title><content type='html'>Spoke to someone who has been here for a year and learnt from her that the crunch of moving into a new culture only comes later, a few months after arriving when things no longer seem to be novel anymore. That's the time when complains come and things around become irritating. Sounds like a relationship, lol. Hence, my 'adapting' now isn't that great a thing, it's just that I haven't reached that stage yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next series of lectures are on what true love is, and why true love waits. The links to HIV are obvious. And as expected, the first lecture this evening seen a great turn-out, filling almost the entire lecture theatre. We had skits in the lectures to portray 'counterfeit love', and because the female actress, a staff, was too shy to play in a particularly embarrassing skit (she was already having trouble playing the girlfriend of the male staff), guess who had to take over? I can say this is the worse situation after the famed matrix robbery. I have to do this 3 more times... and our boss said he'll have his wife bring a camera, or even a video cam... I can't access youtube here, for some reason, so hahaa, you won't get to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's might not be a surprise to note that more than 2 thirds of the lecture attendees were female. And also, just this morning, the female staff asked our visitors, a married couple, to give a talk on how to find a mate, within His will of course. We guys had a lesson as well, and indeed, I learnt something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to get another shot at climbing up a mountain which I only managed less than half last friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-9017869262858224577?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/9017869262858224577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/lecture-2-is-it-love-or-something-else.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/9017869262858224577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/9017869262858224577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/lecture-2-is-it-love-or-something-else.html' title='Lecture 2 - Is it Love or Something Else?'/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-4470659951957226871</id><published>2009-04-04T13:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:31:06.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>Over the Mountains and the Sea</title><content type='html'>This week is a week of many firsts. Friday (3rd April) was a holiday for the staff, and since most of them went for a retreat, I was basically alone. I asked my classmate, Mat, how to reach the foot of the nearby mountain and he gave me directions and drew me a map. He is able to direct me to the foot, but I'm on my own with regards to climbing. He advised that I should go with someone familiar for the first time or I may get lost. Feeling a little adventurous, plus the few who can go with me aren't around, I decided to give it a shot on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my way to the foot of the mountain despite forgetting my map (well done x1) and on the way up, I realised I forgot my gloves as well (well done x2). Well, I didn't want to make it a wasted trip so I went ahead anyway. I was tired out even before I reached the forests, but it was ok inside the forest itself. Probably cause I had to take careful steps inside, so I couldn't go fast and so it wasn't tiring. Some parts were steep though. Going up was fine... coming down later wasn't easy at these parts. I was practically sliding down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321979161704634818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/Sdt32btvmcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/tVyga06ATFc/s320/IMG_0342.JPG" border="0" /&gt; In between civilisation (top) and the forest (bottom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321979163718383170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/Sdt32jN29kI/AAAAAAAAAD8/B5SSlsiV7_0/s320/IMG_0343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Lots of nice interesting plants, but not much flowers though. Heard that they're higher up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321982147967278546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/Sdt6kQaPXdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bsnSXJlPbp8/s320/IMG_0352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321982152179536786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/Sdt6kgGhU5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/SdV4P7ggPCs/s320/IMG_0361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321982160112980290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/Sdt6k9qAEUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/X_mpyDp68jE/s320/IMG_0373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321982163518806546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/Sdt6lKWA2hI/AAAAAAAAAEc/CbPhTBJRwK4/s320/IMG_0381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;View of the city and Er Hai (a lake actually), though named Er Sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321984351043496674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/Sdt8kfgiquI/AAAAAAAAAEk/KXUq4sOkiuk/s320/IMG_0380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321984350952962146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/Sdt8kfK9OGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Y6AlNSJ3mjM/s320/IMG_0383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dear WL wanted pictures of birds so here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321984352420495986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/Sdt8kko2AnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/B-pYxXXd8Z8/s320/IMG_0340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321984358970245602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/Sdt8k9CbQeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5xFj5QeCgvg/s320/IMG_0341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;LOL, the birds I've seen are our sg sparrows and some other green yellowish bird which I couldn't get a shot of, sorry. Very few birds in the city. I can hear them calling in the forest, but can't get a shot at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321979153002819458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/Sdt317TEb4I/AAAAAAAAADs/xSe0CdFByeo/s320/IMG_0389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Fried Er Si. My first attempt at cooking here. It smells not bad, but tastes as bad as it looks. Not giving up though, will try again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quote of the week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't know how many cuts you have until you take a shower.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-4470659951957226871?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/4470659951957226871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/over-mountains-and-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/4470659951957226871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/4470659951957226871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/over-mountains-and-sea.html' title='Over the Mountains and the Sea'/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/Sdt32btvmcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/tVyga06ATFc/s72-c/IMG_0342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-2913678886079656654</id><published>2009-04-03T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:33:04.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of the staff commented that all the good guys seem to be outside the C family while those who are in the kingdom aren't good ones. Thinking about it, perhaps it's quite true, and perhaps I know why. How bout you, what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-2913678886079656654?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/2913678886079656654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-of-staff-commented-that-all-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/2913678886079656654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/2913678886079656654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-of-staff-commented-that-all-good.html' title=''/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-6401879001351731299</id><published>2009-04-02T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:54:13.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Funny how there's so many things I want to do yet when I'm back at home, I'll just sit myself in front of the comp, rest my hand on the mouse and stare at the pretty colours on the monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go fishing! Hahaa. A classmate reminded me of the advantages when you're sitting in front of the pole waiting for something to take the bait. It's a time to pause and reflect, a time to spend time with Father, a time to sit down and enjoy the scenary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also gave his 2 cents on why people work and work. It's a good way to push all other things out of the mind. Problems, unanswerable questions, relationships with other people. In his words, it's a selfish way of escape from other things. Things which I feel have more worth than work. Though it gives satisfaction (sometimes), more often than not, it just takes you away from everything else. Of course, this can apply to anything which you decide to throw yourself fully into. This is my philosophy, do everything in moderation, which I learnt recently was the main philosophy of the Chinese as well. There is of course one thing, or rather one person, that you can always want more and more of, but that is because He is the one controlling how much you see of Him, and He won't let you have more than what you can take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to try to do a little study on one of the books. It's part of a collection of books that the the author of How to Read the B calls the wisdom books. I've always been very interested in those books, especially this particular one. Just one phase and I think you'll know what it is: "vanities of vanities", or in my translation, "meaningless, meaningless" hahaa. Now you know why my thoughts and posts are swaying towards that area. It's actually a more hopeful book that it initially seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for those who told me they miss me. Hahaa, even if it weren't true, it still feels good nonetheless, lol. To be honest, I didn't think my disappearance would make any difference. Thanks to those who came to send me off, and thanks also to those who can't but sent their wishes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-6401879001351731299?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/6401879001351731299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/funny-how-theres-so-many-things-i-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/6401879001351731299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/6401879001351731299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/04/funny-how-theres-so-many-things-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-1179544136530145975</id><published>2009-03-30T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:16:50.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's ironic, but it seems that we, who were told to rest find the least time to do so. Working (or studying) from Monday to Friday, and sometimes Saturday, and come the weekends, we have much more things to do. There's always one more thing to do, one more area to serve in, one more person to talk to. Where do we find the time to slow down, reflect and truly rest without letting our minds run off to the things we have yet to (and never will) finish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even here, I find myself looking for things to keep me occupied with, and find it really tough when I have nothing to do. I'll log on the net, surf around, look around the office for something to keep me occupied with, and only with effort do I try to pause and reflect, though it's getting a bit easier. I fear going back, when I'll be trapped in the same rat race all over again. That is, unless I can develope the habit here to do so with discipline. Yes, even resting requires discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just us back in sg, but for the people here as well. No wonder we are burnt out. No wonder we gradually forget why we are doing all this. No wonder we cease to become human beings and become human doings...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-1179544136530145975?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/1179544136530145975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-ironic-but-it-seems-that-we-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/1179544136530145975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/1179544136530145975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-ironic-but-it-seems-that-we-who.html' title=''/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-7976641655355153400</id><published>2009-03-27T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:26:43.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>Itsy Bitsy Giardia Swimming in the Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/ScxFNXzkjMI/AAAAAAAAADk/OQOiNK2R-BY/s1600-h/3d_model_giardia_web3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317701356048649410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/ScxFNXzkjMI/AAAAAAAAADk/OQOiNK2R-BY/s320/3d_model_giardia_web3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My favourite parasite from the modules infectious diseases and microbiology. Mainly because it's so easy to recognise under a microscope and it has an easy to remember name. This little fellow causes diarrhoea 1 week after ingestion and is spread through contaminated food and water. It's quite common over here so be careful what you eat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I vomitted the whole night on Sunday. It was probably the bread that I kept too long. Though it was a terrible night, It's a good thing that everything I ate was removed and nothing was absorbed into my system, which would be much worse. The next day was a tiring one, and an aching stomach, having worked the whole night to push everything out. But otherwise, I was ok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaa, guess what I did to the computers at the office? I set up a wireless network for them, lol. So now, more people, including me, heh, can access the net at the same time. There's a desktop and and laptop here, so at least 2 of them can be on at anyone time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found something else to do at the office when I'm bored. Will show you more when I got results from my work, hahaa. I am really settling in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-7976641655355153400?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/7976641655355153400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/03/itsy-bitsy-giardia-swimming-in-lake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/7976641655355153400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/7976641655355153400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/03/itsy-bitsy-giardia-swimming-in-lake.html' title='Itsy Bitsy Giardia Swimming in the Lake'/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/ScxFNXzkjMI/AAAAAAAAADk/OQOiNK2R-BY/s72-c/3d_model_giardia_web3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-2059490805166801947</id><published>2009-03-22T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:45:50.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complains'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/ScWz3dtlYQI/AAAAAAAAADc/CPeqRSaFvJs/s1600-h/IMG_0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315852700630737154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/ScWz3dtlYQI/AAAAAAAAADc/CPeqRSaFvJs/s320/IMG_0308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Got this at a sale. Only brought it to the court 3 times and made less than 1000 shots with it and it died on me. Should spend a little more to invest on something if I'm going to use it for a long period of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-2059490805166801947?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/2059490805166801947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/03/got-this-at-sale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/2059490805166801947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/2059490805166801947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/03/got-this-at-sale.html' title=''/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/ScWz3dtlYQI/AAAAAAAAADc/CPeqRSaFvJs/s72-c/IMG_0308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-619361262906772276</id><published>2009-03-21T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:46:28.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tasks'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't know it was so easy to setup a chat box. Realised Larry had one with standard blogger template so decided to look around the blog setup page. Will be removing the moderation for comments too, since most likely there won't be anymore of them, hahaa. Just watch what you say on the chat box or comments should you decide to still do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was rather hectic. Afternoons are alright, but nights are all burnt. Lectures and small groups with the students of the university. The topic was media influence, and it made me realise how much movies and songs, and esp games. Look at dead space on youtube if you want to see how violent games can get. Warning, extreme gore, digusting monsters and horrible ways of dying. Not for the faint hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aIdkR85kpKs&amp;amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aIdkR85kpKs&amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Also, you can listen to this ridiculous song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G9BGNyBxAQU&amp;amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G9BGNyBxAQU&amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A couple of my friends and I went for a climb up a mountain. Turns out they had a little park up there. Quite a nice view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/ScT6i1uN84I/AAAAAAAAADU/XOoOSoQkX9Y/s1600-h/IMG_0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315648936647455618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/ScT6i1uN84I/AAAAAAAAADU/XOoOSoQkX9Y/s320/IMG_0285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/ScT6iDxgMbI/AAAAAAAAADM/uMeYcPirKoA/s1600-h/IMG_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315648923239461298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/ScT6iDxgMbI/AAAAAAAAADM/uMeYcPirKoA/s320/IMG_0282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/ScT6hrTjDLI/AAAAAAAAADE/1gJHMg09gyY/s1600-h/IMG_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315648916671368370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/ScT6hrTjDLI/AAAAAAAAADE/1gJHMg09gyY/s320/IMG_0281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/ScT5b3iJX-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/sqpBdqd2AF8/s1600-h/IMG_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315647717362982882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/ScT5b3iJX-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/sqpBdqd2AF8/s320/IMG_0293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/ScT5bhXdl3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/lKX9BIS8cek/s1600-h/IMG_0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315647711412590450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/ScT5bhXdl3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/lKX9BIS8cek/s320/IMG_0302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/ScT5bcyl4sI/AAAAAAAAACs/EyW1mKTsRF0/s1600-h/IMG_0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315647710184202946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/ScT5bcyl4sI/AAAAAAAAACs/EyW1mKTsRF0/s320/IMG_0291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first photo on this blog, hahaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/ScT5bOArhlI/AAAAAAAAACk/C-d5IBC0kZ0/s1600-h/IMG_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315647706216760914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/ScT5bOArhlI/AAAAAAAAACk/C-d5IBC0kZ0/s320/IMG_0306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a month and He has already shown me so much about myself. There is still a long way to go, but when I start focusing on 'fixing' myself and less on Him, I've already lost focus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-619361262906772276?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/619361262906772276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/03/didnt-know-it-was-so-easy-to-setup-chat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/619361262906772276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/619361262906772276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/03/didnt-know-it-was-so-easy-to-setup-chat.html' title=''/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/ScT6i1uN84I/AAAAAAAAADU/XOoOSoQkX9Y/s72-c/IMG_0285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-4504681283934708825</id><published>2009-03-11T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:05:11.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to the 'sea-side'. It's a lake but so large they call it a sea. The beach isn't that nice, but I have some close-up pics of flowers requested by WL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311926893251434818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SbfBXZkYmUI/AAAAAAAAACc/sqtCZETMxgQ/s320/IMG_0259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311926889945141810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SbfBXNQGkjI/AAAAAAAAACU/nS8vrAyWSpI/s320/IMG_0258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311926877895976802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SbfBWgXW52I/AAAAAAAAACM/orVm9E_K1J8/s320/IMG_0256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Need to be sensitive about cultural issues. Learnt recently that Xiao Jie (Miss) actually means sex workers for the people here. No wonder a nurse giggled when I addressed her in that manner. Come to think of it, I'm very fortunate to have only earned a giggle. I could easily have earned a tight slap...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-4504681283934708825?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/4504681283934708825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/03/went-to-sea-side.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/4504681283934708825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/4504681283934708825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/03/went-to-sea-side.html' title=''/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SbfBXZkYmUI/AAAAAAAAACc/sqtCZETMxgQ/s72-c/IMG_0259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-3021434008123385445</id><published>2009-03-09T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:23:25.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accomodation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did what we usually did on Sundays back at home, except this time it's at the homes of other people. Went for a local and international one. The local one was more sit and listen, unlike the international one, which was a study on Mark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The international ones were workers from different countries, and their discussion, though starting from simple questions, led to deep discussion. The focus of discussion wasn't what we could get out or learn from it, but to understand and know Him more. As the leader put it, devotion came out of the word devote, that is to be ardently dedicated to a person, loyal to a person, in love with a person. Time spent with Him is not for us to read and find fault with ourselves, to change ourselves, but to grow in love with Him and let Him change us from within. I guess the workers are all theo trained? Makes me feel like taking up part time like Susanto kept encouraging me to, following Uncle Mark's footsteps? Hahaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this answers my question after I read How to Read the B For All It's Worth given to me by Uncle Mark. After learning to study it, it seems everything must be used in context and hardly seems applicable. Probably, like what the leader suggested, finding something to apply need not always be the goal of the reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised what I said a few posts back might seem to suggest service is the ultimate goal. By no means. Service is good, and you'll definitely mature from it, but the most important thing is still the first and second commandment. You guys know that from the camp we just had. You guys are ready, and that is why I encourage you to step up. But NEVER ever forget Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you're confused by my posts, most of the pictures are back dated. I'm in Dali now. So here's my 'home' for the rest of my time here. This is my tiny little room. Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311173554543374418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SbUUNUMBsFI/AAAAAAAAABc/vCn-3bExXng/s320/IMG_0249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311173564041026786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SbUUN3kcXOI/AAAAAAAAABk/qoaGtu5Tt-w/s320/IMG_0250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is a rack loaned to me by a fellow Singaporean. My things were all over the floor that's why no pics for you before this, hahaa. I got the mug, the tissue paper and even coffee from her too! Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311173570362450338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SbUUOPHloaI/AAAAAAAAABs/agqO6Dol5aQ/s320/IMG_0251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other end of the room. The office's medicine cupboard. You can see the edge of the bed at the lower left corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311175991947081202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SbUWbMOWtfI/AAAAAAAAACE/8iIAJqHgpEw/s320/IMG_0255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Where I use my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311175979652878914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SbUWaebMEkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3kRKDf4rPSs/s320/IMG_0254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311175967547637538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SbUWZxVEvyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jagUdNG09h0/s320/IMG_0253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh, it's cleaner than it looks. But it runs on solar powered water heater. So cloudy day = no warm water = cold shower in a cold evening =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-3021434008123385445?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/3021434008123385445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/3021434008123385445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/3021434008123385445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SbUUNUMBsFI/AAAAAAAAABc/vCn-3bExXng/s72-c/IMG_0249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-5221559472274797553</id><published>2009-03-07T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:48:22.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>Food Stuff Kunming Style</title><content type='html'>I found these in Kunming, good stuff. The coffee's even better than most of those I had at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310281669053970066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SbHpCv069pI/AAAAAAAAAA0/F8ws2WeJSu8/s320/IMG_0218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310281681207647266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SbHpDdGlXCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ajCgqs4S2Vo/s320/IMG_0219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;There's Korean food as well at another shop, the Wicker Basket. I got my bread supply here as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310281664104806082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SbHpCdY8tsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2Mzoj3tRqEA/s320/IMG_0186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Got to eat a lot of local food, thanks to my friends here. The guy is a relative of the sisters, the 2 on the extreme right. The girl in the middle is a friend of the sisters. I got to try the girls' cooking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SbHrVQVjdcI/AAAAAAAAABM/y-dMv8L9dVs/s1600-h/IMG_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310284186041677250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SbHrVQVjdcI/AAAAAAAAABM/y-dMv8L9dVs/s320/IMG_0221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SbHrU1812MI/AAAAAAAAABE/7JJCBQAmaGs/s1600-h/IMG_0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310284178958702786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SbHrU1812MI/AAAAAAAAABE/7JJCBQAmaGs/s320/IMG_0220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the famous guo qiao mian xian. It was good. No layer of oil though so it didn't feel authentic to me. But I learnt that's because this place has started to be more health conscience, with increasing health issues found in developed countries, high BP, heart problems, stroke and the like. Wonder if I'll ever find a real oily version.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310279953025885890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SbHne3H8ZsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-DVzpL7trOs/s320/IMG_0241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SbHnfWHQrSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7pSD69joFBM/s1600-h/IMG_0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310279961344519458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SbHnfWHQrSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7pSD69joFBM/s320/IMG_0242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Thanks for dying on me over here, my beloved Sony Mp3 Walkman. You haven't served me well. I'll help you RIP (rest in pieces) when I get hold of some orthopedics surgery equipment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310284196564956210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SbHrV3if9DI/AAAAAAAAABU/TBws_AOjfAU/s320/IMG_0247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-5221559472274797553?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/5221559472274797553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/03/food-stuff-kunming-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/5221559472274797553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/5221559472274797553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/03/food-stuff-kunming-style.html' title='Food Stuff Kunming Style'/><author><name>izlim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626696069990784970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-qNgBiYtrM/SbHpCv069pI/AAAAAAAAAA0/F8ws2WeJSu8/s72-c/IMG_0218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-3360018589032539985</id><published>2009-03-06T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:53:41.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>Flowers, Zoo and Cherry Blossom Festival</title><content type='html'>What a wondrous time is spring&lt;br /&gt;When all the trees are budding&lt;br /&gt;The birds begin to sing&lt;br /&gt;The flowers start their blooming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flower pics requested by HY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SbEql01vhOI/AAAAAAAAADs/B34vy2d3RdU/s1600-h/IMG_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310072264974107874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SbEql01vhOI/AAAAAAAAADs/B34vy2d3RdU/s320/IMG_0223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SbEqlVZV-RI/AAAAAAAAADk/Z7DX-ZSlNP4/s1600-h/IMG_0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310072256533494034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SbEqlVZV-RI/AAAAAAAAADk/Z7DX-ZSlNP4/s320/IMG_0222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Streets of Kunming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310075383915057842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SbEtbXzNkrI/AAAAAAAAAD8/T1JM8cBQQHs/s320/IMG_0244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310075376534196306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SbEta8TekFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1EBTQLFpnJA/s320/IMG_0243.JPG" border="0" /&gt; From Dali. Those below are from the Kunming Zoo, celebrating the Cherry Blossom Festival. You can see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310084146328709842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SbE1ZaVbKtI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lX9Rsbb270g/s320/IMG_0231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310084156025366338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SbE1Z-dSZ0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/WV6fVSqHNJU/s320/IMG_0232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310088641503659122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SbE5fEKphHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vhp_-OYXhHY/s320/IMG_0239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the Peacock Garden. The one below has opened up it's tail feathers. We were waiting for it to raise its tail up, but it was just grooming itself and had no intreast in the female in front of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310088649675504162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SbE5fim9-iI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HOnEC9xKuiw/s320/IMG_0240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Amusement park in the zoo!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310088661277300386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SbE5gN1DVqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dsqpyWMu5xw/s320/IMG_0229.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I hate formatting paragraphs with pictures in blogger...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-3360018589032539985?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/3360018589032539985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/03/flowers-zoo-and-cherry-blossom-festival.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/3360018589032539985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/3360018589032539985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/03/flowers-zoo-and-cherry-blossom-festival.html' title='Flowers, Zoo and Cherry Blossom Festival'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00053677246384757820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SbEql01vhOI/AAAAAAAAADs/B34vy2d3RdU/s72-c/IMG_0223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-568407480279954268</id><published>2009-03-06T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:00:32.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>Surgery room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally uploaded photos. Guess what are these used for? Drills, chisels, hammers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SbEaJ9fTHAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tR9NFm74ZiE/s1600-h/IMG_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310054194073508866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SbEaJ9fTHAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tR9NFm74ZiE/s320/IMG_0206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;They're for an orthopedic operation. Once you've seen one, you probably won't want to go for one. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hahaa&lt;/span&gt;. Sawing, drilling, hammering... not your ER kind of delicate surgeries...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was doing translation, but I know enough to keep away from the sterile areas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Translation was tough, had to remember both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; names and think on the fly. Most times, the doctor's hand gestures did the trick. Most of the translation I did was when the American doctor conversed with the local doctors. Ops were very successful!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310057556861491442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SbEdNs2bmPI/AAAAAAAAADE/1EoUVu9NZkg/s320/IMG_0203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310057572693973122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SbEdOn1MGII/AAAAAAAAADU/m9cZONtSAyQ/s320/IMG_0201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310057577233704770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SbEdO4vi50I/AAAAAAAAADc/hDfXTQKf0HA/s320/IMG_0204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310057566290404770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SbEdOP-dZaI/AAAAAAAAADM/vEWilLOWn2s/s320/IMG_0198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-568407480279954268?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/568407480279954268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/03/surgery-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/568407480279954268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/568407480279954268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/03/surgery-room.html' title='Surgery room'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00053677246384757820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SbEaJ9fTHAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tR9NFm74ZiE/s72-c/IMG_0206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-6256291620643720747</id><published>2009-03-01T08:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:56:56.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Discipline and Servanthood</title><content type='html'>I enjoy being able to just sit around and listen to the wealth of wisdom of the adults in their conversation. As they talked about the things they do and went through, the topic shifted to the military. They're not all Singaporeans, so I guess it's not just us that talk about NS? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hahaa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key thing was servant leadership and how it inspires the men to serve the commander. But how often is that practiced even in the cooperate world, let alone uniform groups? You know how leadership works in this world. Authority is not earned by respect, but by fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to another thought. Discipline is part and parcel of our lives. Spending time with Father, reading and studying His Word, watching our own thought patterns and actions and steering them to be more and more like His aren't simple matters. They require discipline. When the enemy attacks, is our training enough to help us overcome or will we fall? Our Father helps, that's true, but we still need to play our part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my brothers back at home in Bethany:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad Amos has taken the step to lead a group and Larry has willingly joined the comm. All of us however has a role to play in the family and that is why each of us has to step up and take the lead when there's a need. Our sisters have been doing most of the work and they are doing a good job, but I'm sure they would like to see you guys come up as well. Don't be afraid that you aren't able to do it or that there are better people for the job. What is needed is a willing person. Nothing kills the man in you like passiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your faith seriously. It doesn't matter where you stand now as long as you are willing to move on. Start serving and you'll be surprise how much you can grow. Watch what you do cause people are looking at you. No matter your age (unless you're an infant), there are people younger and they will be looking at you (yes, I'm talking to you who think you're to young to be leaders). No matter what, you're a leader in some way. Our uncles, we need more than just your advise on how to do things. Sometimes, we need you to show us. And don't forget, your sons are looking at you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amos, watch your group. Especially those who have not had a father to look up to. This may be stressful to you, but you're the father in those cases. Always lead them back to the Father and do your best to care for them. You're already doing a good job, keep at it. Watch the amount of things you take up and don't overload yourself. Remember to study as well, that is your testimony as a student. Start training someone to assist you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben, train up people to have the commitment and discipline you have each Sunday morning. Build a team to lighten your load. Glad you got Amos and Kevin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ku&lt;/span&gt; to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin, Samuel, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Qing&lt;/span&gt; Long, Jason, you guys are ready. Keep growing and always be ready to give what you can. There is no such thing as 'not good enough' with the Father if you give off your best. And there is no such thing as a perfect servant. I have tonnes of flaws if you guys haven't noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was longer than I intended it to be, Letter to Bethany? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hahaa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Mark or David or anyone, if there's anything that is wrong in anyway, please tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308017933556594738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SaneL_8LODI/AAAAAAAAACc/pS8_lpW-zp4/s320/IMG_0156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308017946434505218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SaneMv6gigI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Gf6H78VNniI/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308017921337223970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SaneLSa2ayI/AAAAAAAAACU/dXrZCHIGS4c/s320/IMG_0146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308017938859237298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SaneMTsbH7I/AAAAAAAAACs/AHYG8nLkH6o/s320/IMG_0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308017933938744770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SaneMBXSXcI/AAAAAAAAACk/nADrB87gNy4/s320/IMG_0166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;China sun for Jason :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There weren't stars in the night sky in China though, kind of disappointing...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-6256291620643720747?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/6256291620643720747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-enjoy-being-able-to-just-sit-around.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/6256291620643720747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/6256291620643720747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-enjoy-being-able-to-just-sit-around.html' title='Discipline and Servanthood'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00053677246384757820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SaneL_8LODI/AAAAAAAAACc/pS8_lpW-zp4/s72-c/IMG_0156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-3680261616882535556</id><published>2009-02-28T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T08:14:41.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accomodation'/><title type='text'>Leaving Kunming</title><content type='html'>Will be moving out soon. People have been asking about my living conditions, so here's a little update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307768075999323618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/Saj68YAZJeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cXQJvPpI35s/s320/IMG_0208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the bedroom I'm using, just a single bed, quite small, but cozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307768710262962594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/Saj7hS0oOaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eF20rum8z5c/s200/IMG_0209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A room that I don't use. 2 beds, a balcony where I dry my clothes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307770444221696002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/Saj9GOUmyAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Cq1_IA_9zq4/s200/IMG_0210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The living room and computer table where the broadband ethernet cable is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307770450315872162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/Saj9GlBkh6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/hmpFy0pzloM/s200/IMG_0213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307770464853745618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/Saj9HbLq39I/AAAAAAAAAA8/j7BpCjI1MsA/s200/IMG_0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Some of the things in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307770454838380370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/Saj9G130h1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Rc53x-x6tlM/s200/IMG_0214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is a gas powered water heater. The flame doesn't show up in the picture though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307771726057558450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/Saj-Q1iF0bI/AAAAAAAAABE/cilh7tWFzIo/s200/IMG_0212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Most important place, the toilet. A tub and hot water. What more could I ask for?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not too bad huh? Hahaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-3680261616882535556?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/3680261616882535556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/02/leaving-kunming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/3680261616882535556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/3680261616882535556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/02/leaving-kunming.html' title='Leaving Kunming'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00053677246384757820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/Saj68YAZJeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cXQJvPpI35s/s72-c/IMG_0208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-4359376751363540371</id><published>2009-02-28T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:58:11.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tasks'/><title type='text'>First task</title><content type='html'>Back from the hospital in &lt;em&gt;shi lin&lt;/em&gt; (stone forest). Had a chance to be in an operation, not me, but just there to observe and help translate for the American doctor working with the chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307774144101860786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SakAdlcxxbI/AAAAAAAAABM/VeJH1M0cyPI/s200/IMG_0192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307774148711219410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SakAd2nvANI/AAAAAAAAABU/Mt21HAMC1Vg/s200/IMG_0193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel suite? It's the VIP suite at the hospital, the first 2 pics were the living room. The next 2 are that of the patient's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307776522644084498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SakCoCNb1xI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZmjqxR5fBcQ/s200/IMG_0195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307774152589887778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SakAeFEeySI/AAAAAAAAABk/gMOpgWVhCZ0/s200/IMG_0196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307776528511140754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SakCoYEQA5I/AAAAAAAAACE/L9g3pQ6P3Yc/s200/IMG_0194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right, photos of accomadation must always have this room. There 2 of them, one linked to the living room and one to the patient's. No hot water though there was supposed to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307776528583482658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SakCoYVf3SI/AAAAAAAAACM/h_qWL4GISwA/s200/IMG_0197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;View outside the window at night. A garden. But why the green lights? Looked kind of creepy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307775426808506338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SakBoP535-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/m1TYlm5KvH0/s200/IMG_0190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A bit of JL (Jia Lin) syndrome here. The doctors brought us out for dinner. I only posted the picture of a dish I found unique. This is donkey meat. Tastes not too bad. There was pigeon as well, but to me, it tasted like duck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-4359376751363540371?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/4359376751363540371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-task.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/4359376751363540371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/4359376751363540371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-task.html' title='First task'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00053677246384757820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWl_1it0HXg/SakAdlcxxbI/AAAAAAAAABM/VeJH1M0cyPI/s72-c/IMG_0192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791141718445002106.post-7054404821991775508</id><published>2009-02-23T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:13:05.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>First post</title><content type='html'>Second day over here in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I describe traffic here? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Boh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;zheng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hu&lt;/span&gt; (no government). Wouldn't dare to ride or drive here. Seems kind of scary. But because of that, the drivers seem much more alert. They'll serve to one side when there's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pedestrian&lt;/span&gt; crossing the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met some very strong people, esp this young girl of 19 who had acid scars on her face and eyes almost blinding her. She has had support from Singapore for an operation to help her regain her sight, and has to go to Sg sometime in June for the next part of her op. What amazes me is her optimism and confidence, even though her face is badly scarred, I can't see any self pity or her being unwilling to face others. I also met a 20+ guy with kidney failure awaiting transplant. For those of us who are healthy and flawless (relatively) features, it's a gift that we should be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology here is of a high level. Guess the money has been spent on tech, rather than infrastructure. Still, many areas are undergoing renovation and rebuilding, resulting in a rather dusty environment. But for those roads already done up, the places are rather presentable. There're also plants everywhere. It's a rather nice city in my opinion. But in the words of a china student I met today, the place to see things are in the villages, and what will shock and inspire is not how badly this people are living, but their perseverance and strength, to not be overcome by hardship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people commented that my chinese is good. Hahaa, makes me wonder. Is it cause the Singaporeans before me gave them a bad impression, or do they have a mistaken view of Singaporeans? Of couse, they could be just trying to be polite. Hahaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791141718445002106-7054404821991775508?l=iz-in-mid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/feeds/7054404821991775508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/7054404821991775508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791141718445002106/posts/default/7054404821991775508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iz-in-mid.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-post.html' title='First post'/><author><name>iz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00053677246384757820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
