<?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-11847250</id><updated>2011-12-27T01:32:37.307+08:00</updated><category term='NDP'/><category term='exam'/><category term='Council'/><category term='army'/><category term='results'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='NS'/><category term='barker'/><category term='new year'/><category term='marina bay sands skypark'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='resolution'/><category term='driving'/><category term='friends'/><category term='miracles'/><title type='text'>deschew</title><subtitle type='html'>penguin-with-cute-feet</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>249</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-1737046420352056862</id><published>2011-12-27T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T01:32:37.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--BG8cd5UlHE/Tg9qUPnRfrI/AAAAAAAAAng/odtpuUwe5Po/s1600/1734286.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--BG8cd5UlHE/Tg9qUPnRfrI/AAAAAAAAAng/odtpuUwe5Po/s320/1734286.jpg" width="189" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of the classic novels that I enjoy all-time, even though it was a literature text, is that of Great Expectations. Pip, the leading character in the story, is someone who I can empathize with. In a bid to grow up to be a gentleman, Pip rushes into doing things and in that pursuit, loses his self-worth. The girl that he was attracted to, Estella, was not an easy character to deal with, but Pip realizes her inner beauty and wanted to have the opportunity to appreciate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I try to understand and make sense of what we do. I have come to realize that I may have done many things that really make my portfolio impressive over the years, I may have a comfortable GPA to live with, I may have supportive friends and family. But there is still that spark that is missing in life, that spark which helps to drive passion and pursuits and make sense of what I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just grown to be really tired, and even though I know I am somewhat good at what I do, I think it is time to take a break and find greater sense in doing things. A sabbatical leave sounds like a ludicrous idea, but a break is what I may need? Or perhaps, taking a short overseas internship stint, to really throw myself into a radically new environment. After all, I have always advocated for changes in things and places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Sunday would be the first Sunday of the new year, and as with annual tradition, we are to commit three prayer requests for God to perform miracles in. This year, two out of three prayer requests were answered - and I hold steadfast to the belief that the third will be answered in 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the prayer requests that I would be definitely making would probably be protection over my two good law friends' lives - not just in the academic aspect, but the emotional and mental well-being. I do feel guilty at times for persuading them to be part of an organization that I am in, and I know that they did it because I am their friend. Even though they are non-Christian, I sincerely hold on to the fervent belief that God will grant them protection and grace in all that they do, and hopefully, be able to lead well-balanced lives to withstand whatever that may come their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other two prayer requests that I would be making would be something private, and something I really hope would come true in 2012. I admit that I tend to be shaky at times when it comes to the word faith - but at the end of the day, I really trust and pray that God will continue to provide shining guidance in whatever endeavours I may do, with the blessings of Deuteronomy 28. I am struggling with that trust, but I trust that the eventuality and outcome will be a desired one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-1737046420352056862?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/1737046420352056862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=1737046420352056862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/1737046420352056862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/1737046420352056862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2011/12/pip.html' title='Pip'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--BG8cd5UlHE/Tg9qUPnRfrI/AAAAAAAAAng/odtpuUwe5Po/s72-c/1734286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-1181789745555505167</id><published>2011-12-25T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T00:58:43.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A season of reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NK_-rbjQz3Q/TvXuJghacqI/AAAAAAAAAco/Zp-PpgZzy9s/s1600/P1050845.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NK_-rbjQz3Q/TvXuJghacqI/AAAAAAAAAco/Zp-PpgZzy9s/s320/P1050845.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Christmas has always been a special occasion to me - but this year, it takes on a more sombre and reflective mood. In the most recent episode of Glee, one of the themes that struck me was how Christmas has always come across as a joyous and cheerful occasion, but one also often forget the reflective tone of Christmas so easily in the hustle and bustle of feasting. One of my friends struck me with this message of how "we should focus on what we have, rather than what we don't".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I am especially grateful for finding good friends in Law School. I was especially touched by the card that is seen on the left, and the various messages left by various people. It even pops out to reflect scenes from Wizard of Oz. lol. More recently, some friends have helped me to tide through over emotional times - and their amount of support is really immeasurable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is a season of good tidings, a moment to stop and reflect and honour God's Grace. God's Grace truly overflowed for me this year in many aspects. But while there are some unfulfilled wishes and all, I guess He would continue to supply in the coming year ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-1181789745555505167?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/1181789745555505167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=1181789745555505167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/1181789745555505167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/1181789745555505167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2011/12/season-of-reflections.html' title='A season of reflections'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NK_-rbjQz3Q/TvXuJghacqI/AAAAAAAAAco/Zp-PpgZzy9s/s72-c/P1050845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-4914152832972440221</id><published>2011-08-08T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T14:09:55.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Auckland 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7GSVEnNU89o/TuBTO_jzVlI/AAAAAAAAAcI/jNTPurB1nL0/s1600/P1040854.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7GSVEnNU89o/TuBTO_jzVlI/AAAAAAAAAcI/jNTPurB1nL0/s200/P1040854.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Auckland's landmark, Sky Tower&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I haven't really had the time to write this long overdue entry on Auckland, New Zealand, but I must say that it is one of the most peaceful and relaxed places I have ever visited! We managed to fly to Auckland on a very good deal - having to pay only $550 for both the flight and accommodation. We were greeted by the warm and laid-back hospitality of New Zealanders, as well as a rather cool temperature to escape the summer break in Singapore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are some photos that I snapped on the visit...and hopefully, when there is more time at hand, I would write a full entry on my experience in Auckland!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CeLtqoC4W_s/TuBTjLF3H9I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/V-XanwHFSoY/s1600/P1040906.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CeLtqoC4W_s/TuBTjLF3H9I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/V-XanwHFSoY/s200/P1040906.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6SBQk9c503I/TuBTn3mPX9I/AAAAAAAAAcY/foHhZrptUnw/s1600/P1050266.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6SBQk9c503I/TuBTn3mPX9I/AAAAAAAAAcY/foHhZrptUnw/s200/P1050266.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-4914152832972440221?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/4914152832972440221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=4914152832972440221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/4914152832972440221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/4914152832972440221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2011/08/amazing-auckland-2011.html' title='Amazing Auckland 2011'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7GSVEnNU89o/TuBTO_jzVlI/AAAAAAAAAcI/jNTPurB1nL0/s72-c/P1040854.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-8622317127993152055</id><published>2011-05-05T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T22:20:28.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts on the general elections</title><content type='html'>This post would reflect my opinions on the upcoming general election, and what we saw the past few days. Within the span of 11 days, I dare say that a different Singapore has emerged, and it remains to be seen what the people would do at the polling booth. While mass crowds have been seen at opposition rallies, it remains to be seen if the silent majority is still supportive of the current government. Indeed, it is the silent majority that matters most in this election: while they are unhappy and perturbed by certain policies, they still believe and cling on to the belief that the PAP government is the best way forward for Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elections is not just about appealing to people about policy issues. While intellectuals may discuss these at great length, I am not too sure if the average Singaporean would understand the gravity of the discussion of policies. Instead, the focus is on the emotions shared between the leaders and its people. This is especially important not just in politics, but in terms of any business, societies or groups. Perhaps, the iron law of responsibility can kick in in this sense - leaders who abuse their powers would lose it in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is this emotional disconnection between the leader and its people that is most prevalent in the current election. The people do not just want leaders who are decorated with medals, scholarly achievements or the like - they want people who they can trust, who understand them and share their common concerns. The PAP can no longer afford to talk down, and must adopt a more consultative approach in whatever it do. It cannot continue to live in the belief that people would simply ignore whatever it says - in fact, what it says have greater magnitude. Telling voters that if they vote for the opposition would cause them to live to repent is a suicide in any form of marketing pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another biggest loser is the media. The Straits Times have shown to be inept at being able to provide a balanced coverage, and may perhaps cause more harm than good to the PAP by doing so. It is very important for the media to provide a comprehensive and balanced piece, especially so during election time. Even though it may be the only national paper, readers can choose to ditch it altogether. The New Straits Times, just across the causeway, can be used as an example - where its one-sided opinion on Anwar in the late 1990s have caused it to lose its favour with the people, and allowing The Star to take over the reign as Malaysia's no.1 paper. The intellectuals are able to clearly see through the headlines and tones that The Straits Times had adopted as biased towards one-side. It will take years for The Straits Times to regain the trust of Singaporeans that it has lost in the past 10 days. Same goes for pretty much the rest of Singapore media platforms - such as The New Paper, which has been reduced to nothing but a sports paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opposition parties have been very skillful at using social media and appealing to emotions in this election. While there has been a higher quality of candidates, the diversity of ideologies and thoughts only help to show that nobody knows how to properly take Singapore to the next flight of development. The PAP is clear-headed about what it needs to do the next 5-years. The opposition is not able to prove as such. I believe that we have a much stronger opposition force now - but they must get the act together in order to win more seats in 2016.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in exciting times, and whatever the results, the political parties and the media must sit down, reflect and think about how to win the hearts and minds of Singaporeans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-8622317127993152055?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/8622317127993152055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=8622317127993152055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/8622317127993152055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/8622317127993152055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2011/05/thoughts-on-general-elections.html' title='thoughts on the general elections'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-2062532781867529737</id><published>2011-04-21T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T00:32:51.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one year of law.</title><content type='html'>My first year at SMU School of Law has finally come to an end. To describe it as challenging is a mere understatement; but to describe it as exciting and intriguing is to do no justice to the experience. Somehow, I enjoyed every moment thoroughly figuring through the mess, and having to rejoice in the uncertainty of the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The experiences at ACS (Barker Road), ACJC and army seem to be a prelude to SMU School of Law. Those years of mugging or being pushed to the limits set the stage for the biggest challenge yet. It was in Contract Law 1 that I got my first resounding F for a Mid-Term test, and a wake-up call that there needs to be a deeper answer to everything. It was probably in this school that I learnt to view things with a certain degree of skepticism, and seeing how the various underlying mechanisms of Singapore operate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, I really would not be able to survive Law School without the strength of God. I often question myself 'why am I here', and I always turn back to the very verse that had me deciding that Law School was the right place to go. In Matthew 12:18,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Here is my servant whom I have chosen, the one I love, in whom I delight; I will put my Spirit on him, and he will proclaim justice to the nations." Whenever there are doubts or fears, I confide in Him, saying that if I am indeed the chosen one, Your love and Spirit will only embolden me to overcome the odds in Law School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I am thankful that I have grown closer to my class in Law School. They are quite an interesting bunch, that often help to sharpen perspectives and point out potholes while mugging. It is in my deepest prayer that the results would turn out fine, and the next three years are poised to be the greatest ones yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-2062532781867529737?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/2062532781867529737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=2062532781867529737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2062532781867529737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2062532781867529737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-year-of-law.html' title='one year of law.'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-3378410075938948686</id><published>2011-01-30T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T23:02:58.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa Boardwalk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:680px;padding:0;margin:0;border:none;background:#000 url(http://tripwow.tripadvisor.com/tripwow/ta-00d1-f9e0-3cf4/e/d4d457d584/bg)0 0 no-repeat"&gt;&lt;embed width="680" height="425" src="http://images.travelpod.com/bin/tripwow/flash/tripwow.swf" flashvars="xmlPath=http%3A%2F%2Ftripwow.tripadvisor.com%2Ftripwow%2Fta-00d1-f9e0-3cf4%2Fapxml%3Fed%3Dd4d457d584%26ref%3D" base="http://images.travelpod.com/bin/tripwow/flash/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" name="TripWow" wmode="opaque" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;!-- Use of this widget is subject to the terms stated here: http://tripwow.tripadvisor.com/tripwow/widget_terms.html --&gt;&lt;div style="width:680px;padding:0;margin:0;border:none;background:#fff;font-family:verdana,sans-serif;color:#999;text-align:justify;font-size:9px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tripwow.tripadvisor.com/tripwow/ta-00d1-f9e0-3cf4" style="color:#c60"&gt;Boardwalk Sentosa 2011 Slideshow&lt;/a&gt;: Desmond&amp;rsquo;s trip to &lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/Tourism-g294262-Singapore-Vacations.html" style="color:#c60"&gt;Singapore&lt;/a&gt; was created by &lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com" style="color:#c60"&gt;TripAdvisor&lt;/a&gt;. 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Create your own stunning slideshow with our free &lt;a href="http://tripwow.tripadvisor.com/" style="color:#c60"&gt;photo slideshow maker&lt;/a&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/11847250-3378410075938948686?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/3378410075938948686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=3378410075938948686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/3378410075938948686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/3378410075938948686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2011/01/sentosa-boardwalk.html' title='Sentosa Boardwalk'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-7294182970207518034</id><published>2010-12-16T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T00:21:40.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the most wonderful time of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="offsite=true&amp;lang=en-us&amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fdeschew%2Fsets%2F72157625604410148%2Fshow%2F&amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fdeschew%2Fsets%2F72157625604410148%2F&amp;set_id=72157625604410148&amp;jump_to="&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="offsite=true&amp;lang=en-us&amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fdeschew%2Fsets%2F72157625604410148%2Fshow%2F&amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fdeschew%2Fsets%2F72157625604410148%2F&amp;set_id=72157625604410148&amp;jump_to=" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long hiatus from blogging due to school, here is one massive post! &amp;nbsp;The first ever semester in SMU has simply been crazy. &amp;nbsp;It can be simply summarised in two words: roller coaster. &amp;nbsp;Don't get me wrong here, I think the law is pretty interesting to study, but to pack it into a duration of 15-week...it kills. &amp;nbsp;In any case, I have been reliving life in the past two weeks, and it's been the most wonderful time of the year so far! &amp;nbsp;At least, I do not have any nagging reminder of projects, assignments or chapters to cover at the back of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been up to many things during my break. &amp;nbsp;Celebrated long postponed Yi Xiong and Boon Kiat's birthdays at a restaurant called Palio in Hotel Michael, Resorts World Sentosa. &amp;nbsp;The set lunch was priced at S$18+, which was pretty reasonable for a restaurant which prides itself to be high-end. &amp;nbsp;I chose mushroom soup as my appetiser, pretty normal in my opinion. &amp;nbsp;I had fish fillet for my main course - which was pretty disappointing. &amp;nbsp;The fish was too stiff and dry, and the portion was rather small. But the dessert helped to save the day - the mango cake was simply flavourful, and each slice indulges you in a thick flavour which was not too sweet nor overpowering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took part in the Standard Chartered Half Marathon for the first time too! &amp;nbsp;I think it was pretty exciting to be part of the route which brings us through Sentosa for the first time. &amp;nbsp;The Sentosa leg was very challenging, with lots of ups and down slopes. &amp;nbsp;But it was pretty rewarding to run through Universal Studios, and the character mascots came out in full force to encourage the runners. &amp;nbsp;But it being a small theme park, one can simply run the entire round in less than ten minutes! &amp;nbsp;The first 10km was easy...but the problem came in after the 10km-mark, due mainly to the fact that I did not have time to train in Law school. &amp;nbsp;I wish I did, as I ended up walking-running-walking for the rest of the race. &amp;nbsp;Nevertheless, it was &amp;nbsp;a remarkable experience - though I am not entirely sure I would do it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the opportunity to catch Riverdance at the Sands Theatre. &amp;nbsp;This was the first theatrical experience that the Sands Theatre was hosting, and combining the two excellent performance and venue together, I thought it would be nice to catch the show. &amp;nbsp;The reception of the Theatre was welcoming and inspiring, and I thought the Theatre would live up to its grandeur. &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately, the interior disappointed. &amp;nbsp;The Sands Theatre largely resembles a school's concert hall, and lack the oomph that the Esplanade Theatre inspires. &amp;nbsp;Nevertheless, the stellar performance of Riverdance made up for this lack of expectation, as the tap dancers amazed in their performances. &amp;nbsp;I was pleasantly surprised at their every move and how they paid attention to every detail. &amp;nbsp;The music, songs and dancers simply brought the show to life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As there was too little time to plan for an overseas trip, a staycation proved to be not too bad after all. &amp;nbsp;I had the opportunity to stay at Marina Bay Sands, this time on the 18th floor, and the room and view were simply awesome. &amp;nbsp;I spent the entire afternoon with my JC friends at the Skypark, soaking in the view and jacuzzi - while inviting the OUA peeps to spend the rest of the night at Sands. &amp;nbsp;Great fun and time I had with both groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an action-packed December, but the next two weeks would continue to be in the same spirit - due mainly to Birthday, Christmas, New Year and most importantly, my exam results. &amp;nbsp;=( &amp;nbsp;I really hope I do well, and leaving to God to deliver His promises. &amp;nbsp;There are certain modules which I wished I could had done better in, but I know that with His help, next semester would definitely be a better one. &amp;nbsp;Till the next post, que sara sara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-7294182970207518034?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/7294182970207518034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=7294182970207518034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/7294182970207518034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/7294182970207518034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='it&apos;s the most wonderful time of the year'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-1732497166381550231</id><published>2010-08-10T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T10:49:21.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How time flies</title><content type='html'>How time flies! &amp;nbsp;Just two years ago, I recall telling myself quietly in BMT and whispering a prayer, "how I wish I could just jump straight to uni instead of doing all these". &amp;nbsp;True enough, SMU Law is staring right at me in a week's time, and my timetable has been finalised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, I am excited, scared and at the same time, amazed with the possibilities of a law degree. &amp;nbsp;After coming back from Vietnam, I am convinced that over in Singapore, I am receiving the best resources possible to touch and change lives. &amp;nbsp;I am in a privileged position to use the law and help others who are not as fortunate to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the things I reminded myself before I commence my law studies, is to handle every law case with grace. &amp;nbsp;It is a tall feat to believe in the Grace of God, and yet, see the law exercising its powers in every case in its might. &amp;nbsp;But I believe that every case can and should be handled with grace, unless the clients decide to choose otherwise by non-cooperation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a wonderful break from studies. &amp;nbsp;Being able to see a wonderful city like Melbourne, and on the other hand, a place like Ho Chi Minh City that is backward in development. &amp;nbsp;Marvelling at the transformation of Singapore each year, with ION Orchard, Resorts World and Marina Bay Sands dramatically changing the skyline. &amp;nbsp;Being in a place where the future awaits, as we welcome athletes from around the world with the Youth Olympic Games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am excited at the amount of possibilities the next four years would bring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-1732497166381550231?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/1732497166381550231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=1732497166381550231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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be totally honest and warm with them. &amp;nbsp;Imagine just having a good meal with great conversations in the company of your friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I really hope to have a pair of SingFest Tix from them. &amp;nbsp;Please, really please? &amp;nbsp;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://blog.thegardenslug.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-492882945778579129?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/492882945778579129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=492882945778579129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/492882945778579129'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VEr0QNuLip4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;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/VEr0QNuLip4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an eventful one month it has been! &amp;nbsp;My aunt invited my mum and me to the Marina Bay Sands Skypark, and it boasts of an awesome view to behold. &amp;nbsp;If you thought you have seen all of Singapore, this offers a new perspective that literally takes your breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the lift doors open, and after being greeted by the infinity pool, look out. &amp;nbsp;Look, and you would behold the city in its entirety. &amp;nbsp;Stretching from Indonesia to Malaysia, you can see the other integrated resort, Resorts World Sentosa with its Disney-like green dome shapes, to the not-so-obvious Johor skyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the Skypark itself, it is a mini-resort of its own. &amp;nbsp;The swaying palm trees add a Miami-dimension to Singapore, while the infinity pool's edges really appear as though you are going to fall off - only to be amused by the big drainage in front of it, and a platform which leads you to the next floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only few minus points about the Skypark are them lacking a shower room, and having hot food - which really upset the whole experience. &amp;nbsp;Why on earth would guests be expected to go back to their hotel room on the 18th, 24th, 36th or 42nd floor, when the Skypark is on the 57th? &amp;nbsp;The choices of food available is left wanting. &amp;nbsp;With prawn keropok that can be purchased for $1.20 at Watson's, it is exorbitant to charge customers at $5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking a lot of pictures and videos, I decided to test run the capability of my new Macbook Pro, and boy, it doesn't disappoint! &amp;nbsp;I produced a short clip of Boon Kiat and me swimming in the infinity pool, and just in three-four days, viewership has hit 100, 000. &amp;nbsp;It kind of rekindled my interest in video filming, and producing nice videos for all to see! &amp;nbsp;I was surprised to see it being traced to a Greece news portal, and the Yahoo! Japan video portal. &amp;nbsp;The largest audience of my video is not the people from Singapore - it is from United States!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is certainly a memorable experience, and a blessing to enjoy it with my family and friends. &amp;nbsp;I am sure that you would leave the Skypark with new memories to talk about, and remembering it with a smile. &amp;nbsp;Because I did. &amp;nbsp;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-8614099629127599242?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/8614099629127599242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=8614099629127599242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/8614099629127599242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/8614099629127599242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2010/07/sun-sands-and-sea.html' title='Sun, Sands and Sea'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-8012883001986840108</id><published>2010-05-01T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T11:37:10.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marina Bay Sands</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Singapore heralds another new development into the crowning jewel of Marina Bay: that of Marina Bay Sands! &amp;nbsp;Stepping into the integrated resorts was a whole world of difference from that of Resorts World at Sentosa. &amp;nbsp;While the latter exudes playfulness and colour, Marina Bay Sands is full of glitz and glamour, welcoming one and all into &amp;nbsp;the world where everything is glossy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;You would be&amp;nbsp;instantaneously&amp;nbsp;greeted by locals who are proud of these architectures. &amp;nbsp;It is like what some would say, waiting for their baby to come out, and finally being able to take lots of photographs of it! &amp;nbsp;The opening of Marina Bay Sands was long awaited by the locals, and it is no doubt that many want to have a share in its exciting development.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;The hotels look spectacular. &amp;nbsp;It is a mish-mash of Mandarin Oriental, and Marina Mandarin, where you get to look up and see rooms and rooms of guests. &amp;nbsp;It is not merely confined to one tower, but three towers. &amp;nbsp;The art pieces of each tower look suitably in place, commanding a spirit of grandeur and awesomeness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;The Shoppes at Marina Bay would challenge the likes of those in Orchard and Marina precincts. &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately, it lacks in the number of eateries, and the current eateries that are opened there are disappointing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;The casino beats Resorts World flat. &amp;nbsp;The former possesses excellent services, able to cope with the demand of numbers (and not come up with excuses such as 'the numbers are overwhelming'), and from what we hear, the croupiers are excellent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;But what struck me most was the piazza. &amp;nbsp;I know it is merely an empty plot now, but you can walk alongside it as it links up to the new Marina Bay Financial Centre and Raffles Place. &amp;nbsp;The piazza brings a whole new vantage point for all of us, being able to see another sight of the city skyline from the 'other side', rather than merely confining to the Esplanade area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I am extremely proud that we now have a resort that can rival that of Melbourne Crowne Casino and renowned architectures around the world. &amp;nbsp;Frankly speaking, when Resorts World opened, I expected much but it was a letdown as many systems were not in place to ensure that it is a world-class one. &amp;nbsp;It is merely a replica of its Genting resort - chaotic, noisy and unsystematic. &amp;nbsp;Facing many setbacks, such as St James pulling out of developing clubs at FestiveWalk and the Battlestar problems, I hope they can pick up themselves with a new challenger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;With this development, Marina Bay is set to complete its 360 degrees of fun, culture and entertainment. &amp;nbsp;Living in this city can only get more exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs582.snc3/30693_419829966806_664971806_5344420_7610601_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs582.snc3/30693_419829966806_664971806_5344420_7610601_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/11847250-8012883001986840108?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/8012883001986840108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=8012883001986840108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/8012883001986840108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/8012883001986840108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2010/05/marina-bay-sands.html' title='Marina Bay Sands'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-824659942159464536</id><published>2010-04-25T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T22:04:07.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening of Marina Helix Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r3x_ETXd-as&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/r3x_ETXd-as&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&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/11847250-824659942159464536?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/824659942159464536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=824659942159464536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/824659942159464536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/824659942159464536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2010/04/opening-of-marina-helix-bridge.html' title='Opening of Marina Helix Bridge'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-2182140585684088965</id><published>2010-04-12T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:15:39.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your singapore</title><content type='html'>Living in a small city-state like Singapore does not empower one to have the same amount of love that people do for London, New York or Paris. &amp;nbsp;True and behold, its people have a love-hate relationship with everything in Singapore. &amp;nbsp;But watching The Amazing Race in Singapore makes one fall in love with this city all over again, loving the little nuances that springs out at every corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often take many of these little things for granted, but oh-so-lovable on TV. The ice-cream bread is uniquely Singapore, and I have yet to see such a similar product elsewhere. &amp;nbsp;And it's a mainstay at Orchard, yet we often overlook it as part of its facade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or take the lion dance performance. &amp;nbsp;We employ such a tradition to usher in festivities and openings, to wish ourselves good luck and all, but nobody ever pondered the amount of work that they put in to put up such a performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are living in a city with dynamic changes. &amp;nbsp;If Marina Bay is likened to a crowning jewel of Singapore, then Sentosa can be likened to a necklace. &amp;nbsp;Participants in The Amazing Race are&amp;nbsp;exhilarated&amp;nbsp;by how Sentosa looks like a Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore will always undergo several changes, as we have seen through the openings of the two integrated resorts and the Circle Line by the end of this month alone. &amp;nbsp;And that is what makes Singapore so lovely - and well-hated. &amp;nbsp;A city that always divide itself between modernity and traditions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-2182140585684088965?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/2182140585684088965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=2182140585684088965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2182140585684088965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2182140585684088965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2010/04/your-singapore.html' title='your singapore'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-7153388736909838383</id><published>2010-03-21T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T20:47:24.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Universal Studios Singapore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xgYVZYMgzkA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/xgYVZYMgzkA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs421.snc3/24331_405489141806_664971806_4995614_970768_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs421.snc3/24331_405489141806_664971806_4995614_970768_n.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs401.snc3/24331_405452926806_664971806_4995507_2306248_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs401.snc3/24331_405452926806_664971806_4995507_2306248_n.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs421.snc3/24331_405452816806_664971806_4995498_2051007_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs421.snc3/24331_405452816806_664971806_4995498_2051007_n.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs401.snc3/24331_405417311806_664971806_4995356_1275570_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs401.snc3/24331_405417311806_664971806_4995356_1275570_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs514.snc3/26978_372547553002_554238002_3713933_677809_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs514.snc3/26978_372547553002_554238002_3713933_677809_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last Thursday, Singapore saw the opening of the first Universal Studios in Southeast Asia. &amp;nbsp;Since I had nothing to do on that particular day, I was pleasantly surprise that Resorts World was willing to open Universal Studios to the public for free, from 6pm to 8pm to join in the fireworks festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On first sight, the size of the Park is quite a disappointment. &amp;nbsp;I have been to other theme parks around the world, and this is by far the smallest theme park that I have been to. &amp;nbsp;Hong Kong Disneyland previously held that title. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;Park is compact and tight, so much so that one zone can often spillover to another unknowingly. &amp;nbsp;For example, after walking just six blocks down Hollywood zone, you would find yourself nearing Madagascar zone, and what-the-heck, at the Lagoon area, you are able to see all seven zones within sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, just a bit like Singapore, what the Park lacks in size, it makes up in intensity. &amp;nbsp;Although I was only exposed to New York and Hollywood zones, just those two zones alone made me very impressed with the amount of details they pay to make it as fun as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky enough to catch Woody the Woodpecker just before he knocked off for the day, though I really wished I could take photos with the rest of the characters in the Park sometime soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shops and the F&amp;amp;B outlets were also relatively cheap for a theme park, offering gifts at a normal rate, rather than the insane touristy rates which I encountered at all other theme parks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also feel a sense of happiness in the air, with both staff and patrons enjoying the theme park alike. &amp;nbsp;I wish I could had worked there though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking photos with Wei Rong, both of us decided that we should wait near the lagoon area as that was the best spot for the fireworks. &amp;nbsp;We decided to forgo having dinner there just for the sake of the best spot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel and Ian Hwee soon joined after, but to my disappointment, the fireworks started later than what was stated on the pamphlet and the LCD screen at Resorts World. &amp;nbsp;There was no announcement about a possible delay at all, and the pyros just started at a rather weird timing of 2016hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not as impressive as I would had expected, but I guess they will learn. &amp;nbsp;The pyros lacked choreography, and there was no common theme in the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, we enjoyed the celebrations of the colours. &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately, after the pyros, the F&amp;amp;B outlets were closed and we could not enjoy eating at the Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would definitely return to Universal Studios soon to check out the entire theme park, and ride the movie rides! &amp;nbsp;Can't wait to be on Battlestar Galactia. &amp;nbsp;Muahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-7153388736909838383?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/7153388736909838383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=7153388736909838383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/7153388736909838383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/7153388736909838383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2010/03/universal-studios-singapore.html' title='Universal Studios Singapore!'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-7981027399247801336</id><published>2010-03-14T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T19:56:47.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Managing Disappointment</title><content type='html'>The past week really taught me about managing disappointment - and how to level the difference between expectations and reality. &amp;nbsp;Many who know me personally knew that I really wanted a particular job badly, cause I think it should be very interesting and would be able to learn a lot through it. &amp;nbsp;But on the first day, I was hugely disappointed by the company, no thanks to how I was miscommunicated certain information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is important for a Company to have a streamlined management, where one piece of information is communicated throughout the necessary parties. &amp;nbsp;Should in the event that this particular piece of information is miscommunicated, or not done in the way it is expected, it would reflect terribly on the Company. &amp;nbsp;Certain basic fundamentals ought to be in place, and it should sought out these issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another disappointment I had in the week was with a particular friend. &amp;nbsp;I think it is important as friends not to judge another party, or put down a particular person. &amp;nbsp;Unless you know him/her thoroughly, been with him/her and understand him/her well, I think it's pretty unfair to that individual. &amp;nbsp;This is one of the reasons why I decided to do Law, to give a voice to those who are unable or did not have the opportunity to speak up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing an individual can do to friends, is making false accusations that never did happen. &amp;nbsp;Not only is it unfair to them, but it would break the trust that others had placed into you.&lt;div 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Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-2100991104244864166</id><published>2010-02-19T23:20:00.028+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T00:22:30.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eleven</title><content type='html'>It is Day Eleven since ORD, and the Chinese New Year festivities are almost over. &amp;nbsp;Surprisingly, although ORD was just last Monday, it felt so long ago. &amp;nbsp;Maybe it was due to the festive season and being able to see everybody out of camp, out of work, out of the daily routine, that made ORD seem so long ago. &amp;nbsp;In any case, Chinese New Year was fun - but somehow, I was not quite in the spirit. &amp;nbsp;I guess the mood of ORD has overpowered that of CNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Chinese New Year was somehow similar to Christmas - a season of catching up, feasting and indulgence. &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately, I was not able to enjoy all those pineapple tarts and more as I had a bad sore throat and stomachache through the week. &amp;nbsp;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing mahjong and poker with Kelvin, Yi Xiong, Joel, Mak and Carlos were the highlights of the Celebrations! We divided the day into two, split between English and Chinese games. &amp;nbsp;Somehow, I earned more through poker and in-between, than mahjong. &amp;nbsp;The losses I made from mahjong was recouped in poker though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently taking a break and looking for a new job to engage myself in. &amp;nbsp;I think it's important to take some time off to see what God wants me to learn, and thus I am in no hurry to get myself gainfully employed. &amp;nbsp;After all, I am trusting in God for a restful increase, and I believe that through these few months before I start Uni and even when I start, God would grant an increase of manifold in whatever I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely want to try out being a frontline staff this time, at either one of the two new integrated resorts. &amp;nbsp;But I have yet to hear a response from either one, but I really hope to hear from them soon. &amp;nbsp;I think it's interesting to serve tourists into Singapore, and giving them an impression about our lovely little island. &amp;nbsp;I am trusting that a call would be made soon. &amp;nbsp;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-2100991104244864166?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/2100991104244864166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=2100991104244864166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2100991104244864166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2100991104244864166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-eleven.html' title='Day Eleven'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-7811685864166306697</id><published>2010-02-11T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:20:03.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ORD LOH ORD LOH ORD LOH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs202.snc3/20937_326974861806_664971806_4725731_7455539_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs202.snc3/20937_326974861806_664971806_4725731_7455539_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs244.ash1/17137_317186066806_664971806_4690048_5991108_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs244.ash1/17137_317186066806_664971806_4690048_5991108_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs244.ash1/17137_324188831806_664971806_4717298_5971906_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs244.ash1/17137_324188831806_664971806_4717298_5971906_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That lucrative date has finally arrived - 8 FEBRUARY 2010. &amp;nbsp;I FINALLY ORD LOH! &amp;nbsp;To be a honest, it was a bittersweet moment - to finally have my Pink IC back in my wallet means a lot. &amp;nbsp;It means no longer, I have to be subjected to booking in and out all the time, the rules and all of the Army and much more. &amp;nbsp;It's great to be a normal civilian once more. &amp;nbsp;But it's equally bitter in the sense that I have made many wonderful friends in the two years there, learned a great deal about life and making these two years special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everything was smooth sailing. &amp;nbsp;There were difficult people, there were difficult moments, there were difficult changes. &amp;nbsp;But what triumph over these is a constant God who provided grace at every level, showing supernatural providence in the face of all odds. &amp;nbsp;Somehow, things happen due to divine intervention, and thus making lives a bit easier for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of people who have made my life a bit easier in some ways too. &amp;nbsp;Kelvin, Yi Xiong, Joel, Hanqi and Chia Yeow are amongst some of those who I worked closely with in the platoon, and they have been tremendous help to me in one way or another. &amp;nbsp;Their friendships are worthy to be treasured, and they bring one reason or another to be happy in the platoon. &amp;nbsp;Hou Yun, Siong Wei, Terence and some of the rest have also made lives easier and funny in one way or another, and I really appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boon Kiat was one of those who brought laughters wherever he goes, from Singapore to Melbourne. &amp;nbsp;Dickson was stone, but then he tries to be a friend in one way or another. &amp;nbsp;Bang Hui was a valuable friend to have, and one of those who I think I would keep in touch for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also those who are still...stuck there. &amp;nbsp;Mak was a tremendous help to the platoon, and he proves for funny moments when talking to him. &amp;nbsp;Then there are Mizwan, Jason, Darry, Carlos (who was my successor in the PC Runner role and always whining one!), etc. &amp;nbsp;All of them made the NS chapter a memorable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list is not exhaustive...there are still those from BMT and many others from Boat as well! &amp;nbsp;I think each of them has contributed to the story in their own unique ways and I am thankful and grateful for that. &amp;nbsp;The Best is Yet to Be, something which I said before the start of NS, and true enough this statement lives up to it. &amp;nbsp;I am confident that the future can only be but brighter. &amp;nbsp;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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to face&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing in this world&lt;br /&gt;To which You can be compared&lt;br /&gt;Glory on glory, praise upon praise&lt;br /&gt;You bind the broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;And save all my tears&lt;br /&gt;By Your word, You set the captives free&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing in this world&lt;br /&gt;That You cannot do&lt;br /&gt;I simply live, I simply live for You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just about two weeks to ORD, and there is much to be excited about. &amp;nbsp;I guess this song that I sang in church kind of reflected my mood in the past two years, about in spite of the adversities and troubles, God stood by me not just most of the time, but all of the time. &amp;nbsp;If anything is constant, it is God. &amp;nbsp;Lots of changes to the people around me and even myself, but I can be rest assured that His love for us will always be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a military person, and to say I like the past two years would be a blatant lie. &amp;nbsp;I do not like being restricted by stuffs, and even the whole idea of booking in and booking out was a torture for me. &amp;nbsp;I sought the Lord for strength whenever an asthma attacks, and the first few months was probably the worst low of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I have learned in the past two years is to learn to let go and let God perform miracles. &amp;nbsp;Each time there was a problem, no matter how insignificant it is, it would be solved. &amp;nbsp;Be it problems with friends or work, the common outcome is the same. &amp;nbsp;I do not need to get involved with the problems in order to get it solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two weeks' time, I am once again free. &amp;nbsp;But to be honest, I would really miss the hell lot of friendships which I made here. &amp;nbsp;There are really a few quality friendships which can be sustained a lifetime - especially those made under the tough times. &amp;nbsp;They really made the NS experience easier in many unforgettable ways, and I guess they are really&amp;nbsp;godsend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to ORD, and the days are finally trickling down. &amp;nbsp;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-2980189003990899931?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/2980189003990899931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=2980189003990899931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2980189003990899931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2980189003990899931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2010/01/pre-ord-sentiments.html' title='Pre-ORD sentiments'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-7178251422883893358</id><published>2009-12-27T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:38:54.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009: Take a Bow</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"But you put on quite a show, really had me going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;But now it's time to go, curtain's finally closing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;That was quite a show, very entertaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;But it's over now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Go on take a bow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reflected on 2008 and concluded it as a watershed year, I believed 2009 would be the dektos (acceptable) year. &amp;nbsp;There are much to thank God for this year, and it was a roller coaster ride to remember. &amp;nbsp;This year acts as a divider to consolidate relationships and closure to several issues. &amp;nbsp;More importantly, I became richer - not in the monetary sense, but richer spiritually, emotionally and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 11 2009 would be a date I can remember significantly this year, for it was the date I passed my Traffic Police Test! &amp;nbsp;Haha, it was much awaited, and a very expensive licence too. &amp;nbsp;Having to prolong it from August last year till this year was not easy, as it was a financial burden. &amp;nbsp;Now if only I had a car. &amp;nbsp;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phuket and Melbourne also form up valuable memories of this year. &amp;nbsp;It was crazy sitting on the boat for sooooo long, and having to tolerate the ups and downs of the waves. &amp;nbsp;Worse than when I was actually driving boats for attachments. &amp;nbsp;Melbourne was memorable for being simply easy and laidback, that it entices one to indulge in food, sightseeing and shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment is one of the feelings I had about people this year. &amp;nbsp;Yes, one may argue that it may be a common feeling experienced in every other day, let along a year, and we should not allow such an emotional feeling to form up what is of 2009. &amp;nbsp;But I realise that people often take others closest to them for granted, and when they may realise it one day, it may well be too late. &amp;nbsp;Yet, we also take for granted the people who sought to care for us, nurture us and love us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's this disappointment which allows us to discern the roses from the thorns. &amp;nbsp;2009 is a year that allowed me to make some good friends, confide and trust in. &amp;nbsp;Some of them are getting used to my style of irritating them, others simply play along with it. &amp;nbsp;Some have really provided for life's lessons, some have touched and changed a bit of me in their own little ways. &amp;nbsp;But all have been on this impressive journey of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 can take a bow - especially for being a year of melodramas. &amp;nbsp;But as I close this year, and look forward to 2010, I am very excited about it - especially entering Law School and the exciting developments surrounding Singapore, I know that it will be a year full of blessings and surprises. &amp;nbsp;And by the Grace of God, it will be a year of excellence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-7178251422883893358?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-2423498974817112198</id><published>2009-12-23T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:19:36.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ippundo Singapore @ Mandarin Gallery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SzIkpxminjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/EADLGb12ERI/s1600-h/IMG_0156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SzIkpxminjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/EADLGb12ERI/s320/IMG_0156.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SzIkqD7CBfI/AAAAAAAAAKo/NtZRn36c83s/s1600-h/IMG_0157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SzIkqD7CBfI/AAAAAAAAAKo/NtZRn36c83s/s320/IMG_0157.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SzIkqQOxdKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/x5bNQW-X-98/s1600-h/IMG_0159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SzIkqQOxdKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/x5bNQW-X-98/s320/IMG_0159.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After thinking long and hard what I should have for dinner, I decided to give Ippundo a try, and wow, it proved to be a decision I would never regret! &amp;nbsp;Ippundo was heavily featured lately in the media, and I have also seen the long queues for myself previously when shopping at Mandarin Gallery. &amp;nbsp;In fact, Sarah Jessica Parker once had to wait one whole hour just to try this! &amp;nbsp;This time, I was lucky enough to avoid the long queues, and was seated rather quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the Shiromaru Ramen, and it was springy. &amp;nbsp;You could feel that the texture of the ramen was smooth and delicately prepared, and each slurp of the noodle proves to be a culinary experience in itself. &amp;nbsp;The soup also proves to be rich in taste and it does not feel like a MSG-spammed soup! &amp;nbsp;The only let down with the dish is the amount of meat provided. &amp;nbsp;Just one slice. &amp;nbsp;Haha. &amp;nbsp;But I still recommend that it is a must try when you visit Ippundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had also tried the Spicy Chicken combo, and though it was not out of this world, it was a nice side dish to have. &amp;nbsp;It features spicy chicken in various forms, from various places. &amp;nbsp;Do try this if you are going to Ippundo in a large group, or having a la carte combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only wish I had for Ippundo was a larger setting. &amp;nbsp;Somehow, it is so 'prepared' for the Singapore crowd, that it has a rather small dining area. &amp;nbsp;After all, we learned from Donut Factory and Rotiboy not to open too large an outlet right? &amp;nbsp;Ippundo understood this - but to a weak extent of opening enough seats for roughly 50 people. &amp;nbsp;If you would like to try this place, do go early and beat the lunch/dinner crowd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-2423498974817112198?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/2423498974817112198/comments/default' title='Post 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celebrations yet, and I really need to thank all those who were involved in making it a special one! &amp;nbsp;In spite of doing orderly on my birthday eve, my COS and Yi Xiong entertained me with a guitar rendition of the Birthday song. &amp;nbsp;Then when I got home that day, I saw a package from an unknown personnel, having a Fred Perry Shirt. &amp;nbsp;Turned out to be Bang Hui who sent me one! &amp;nbsp;Watching Avatar on my birthday made it cooler - ya know, in 3D with a good storyline and all. &amp;nbsp;Ended off the Birthday Day at the Fullerton, having dinner with my family. &amp;nbsp;The next day, I would be in for no less a surprise, with the Barker gang. &amp;nbsp;Calvin came in late, once again, but this time, with a Birthday cake at Jack's Place. &amp;nbsp;His card turned out to be one of the most meaningful cards written for me ever. &amp;nbsp;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel blessed for having such wonderful people in my life all the time. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes, I feel extremely fortunate that the Christmas season always coincide with my birthday - thus, always making every single place a more meaningful one to hold a celebration in. &amp;nbsp;It is great to see how people take time off to put in the effort and all to celebrate my birthday too! &amp;nbsp;But Christmas helps to bring about the magic in my birthday all the time. &amp;nbsp;For without Christ, I would not be find each birthday meaningful. &amp;nbsp;He brings forth every blessing in my way, in the form of people and events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Church today, our Pastor has gotten us embarked early on our annual tradition of putting in God three simple wishes for the upcoming year. &amp;nbsp;2010 is definitely a year of excitement, and I am looking forward to it! &amp;nbsp;But as much as I wanted to put in wishes about realising certain trips and all...a sudden surge of emotions overwhelm me: that of family and friends. &amp;nbsp;Perhaps it's the fear of losing them, but God somehow told me that all these wishes wouldn't come to past, without the love of your family and friends. &amp;nbsp;Then, there was still in my heart and tears somehow rolled down my cheeks. &amp;nbsp;I do not know why...but it all makes sense. &amp;nbsp;That God wanted me to include them in the wishes for a perfect 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in my deepest prayer and heart that 2010 would be a very meaningful year. &amp;nbsp;And I realised that the only blessing I can ask for, is that which I have already gotten. &amp;nbsp;One may have many homes, but can be homeless in his heart. &amp;nbsp;I trust that every single day of 2010 would be filled with smiles, laughter and love all year round!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-7991230142133009456?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of the rare few food reviews that I am doing simply because it is one of the best cafes that I have visited: &amp;nbsp;Koko Black! &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately, it is only available in Melbourne. &amp;nbsp;So if you do go there to study or for a short break, do drop by Koko Black at Bourke Street, in the Royal Arcade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When at Koko Black, I tried a few products. &amp;nbsp;The hot chocolate was simply awesome and heavenly. &amp;nbsp;Your first sip would indulge you in a deep taste of the cocoa, before you settle down into its rich taste of dark chocolate. &amp;nbsp;I had this with some white chocolate cake as part of the set, and it complemented the taste pretty well. &amp;nbsp;The cake was neutral in its taste, allowing you to simmer the chocolate with its taste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also had the opportunity to revisit Koko Black before I flew back to Singapore, and the iced chocolate made me regret not trying it first before the hot chocolate. &amp;nbsp;It was simply the best iced chocolate. &amp;nbsp;Ever. &amp;nbsp;Imagine being a young child drinking iced chocolate in winter, not just any ordinary iced chocolate, but one that seeks you to take a sip more, romance in it, and love it. &amp;nbsp;That was the feeling I had while having this iced chocolate. Its rich, creamy taste ensures you would never get sick of it like other drinks. &amp;nbsp;Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Koko Black deserves a place in every chocolate lover's heart. &amp;nbsp;Even if you are not, its taste would tempt you to be one. &amp;nbsp;Four out of five stars - the remaining star is for it to open an outlet in Singapore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kokoblack.com/index.html"&gt;http://www.kokoblack.com/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-9190036555626490135?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/9190036555626490135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=9190036555626490135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/9190036555626490135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/9190036555626490135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2009/12/food-review-koko-black.html' title='Food Review:  Koko Black!'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-6553419967716025455</id><published>2009-12-02T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:16:50.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Melbourne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SxZUJ0uj8iI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-MM1vQTqmAU/s1600/P1040367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SxZUJ0uj8iI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-MM1vQTqmAU/s320/P1040367.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This blog post sees us travelling to the city of Melbourne! &amp;nbsp;I wanted to check out what's the buzz about Melbourne - and true enough, it is a city that is just as power packed as our own. &amp;nbsp;It is one of the easiest holiday destinations that I ever have to navigate (everything's along a grid - within one day, you would know how to get from one place to another just by walking!) and the outer regions of Victoria bear beautiful works of nature - from the Great Ocean Road to the Yarra Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a trip of many firsts - which even started right from the A380 experience. &amp;nbsp;Boon Kiat and I took the SQ A380 plane to Melbourne, and we were awed by just the size of it all. &amp;nbsp;But just as we were already positioned for the runway and ready to take off - lo and behold, our pilots found out that there were technical errors. &amp;nbsp;That delayed our trip by two hours! &amp;nbsp;But when we took off, the A380 was noticeably quieter than the usual plane rides I took. &amp;nbsp;It did not feel like it was actually taking off, until your ear feels the pressure difference of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon landing, you would be impressed by how the most spectacular thing about Melbourne is experiencing four-seasons-in-one-day. &amp;nbsp;I did not believe for myself at first - reading those tour guides and all, thinking that they exaggerate the possible weather conditions. &amp;nbsp;But true enough, every day that I spent in Melbourne requires an umbrella and a jacket - and definitely having to wear long pants at all times! &amp;nbsp;But such&amp;nbsp;temperamental&amp;nbsp;weather keeps you guessing and there is no such thing as weather forecast. &amp;nbsp;In spite of these, the weather is comfortable enough to ensure you are cool at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SxZT0D7WFTI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1Ce_-GX4rJA/s1600/P1040116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SxZT0D7WFTI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1Ce_-GX4rJA/s320/P1040116.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;City Centre is awesome. &amp;nbsp;There is a distinct mark of difference between the old and new Melbourne. &amp;nbsp;At one side of Flinders' Street, you can see the grand old Flinders' Street Station which graces the covers of Melbourne tour guides everywhere; standing next to it is the St Paul's Cathedral. &amp;nbsp;On the other side, you have the fourth ugliest building structure in the world - Federation Square. &amp;nbsp;Touting to be Melbourne's meeting point, Melbournians laugh about how it is so ugly that it is just a meeting point to go elsewhere. &amp;nbsp;Personally, I think it is a bit like our Esplanade - where locals and architects debunk it at first, only to accept it as part of their skyline many years later. &amp;nbsp;Oh yeah, if you are hanging around there, do go across the River and head to Eureka Skydeck! &amp;nbsp;Boon Kiat and I were struck by how you can stand in mid-air and admire all of Melbourne. &amp;nbsp;Spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive along the coastlines of Great Ocean Road and as you look out, you would soak yourself into the sun, sand and sea that graces the road. &amp;nbsp;I recommend that it is a must see when you visit Melbourne, for the Twelve Apostles are indeed spectacular in their own sight. &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately, due to wave corrosion and all, there are only a few left standing. &amp;nbsp;But once you are on the helicopter ride, you would understand how beautiful the Twelve Apostles can get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wineries located in the Yarra Valley were awesome too! &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately, it was at this place which bears testimonies to the Black Saturday fire in February this year. &amp;nbsp;You can still see the damage being done and how governments often fail to come up with the right policies to correct natural disasters. &amp;nbsp;Some of these beautiful vineyards also bear destruction too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating in Melbourne is almost an equal as habit as that of a Singaporean. &amp;nbsp;You would be amazed by the large variety of food there are! &amp;nbsp;We tried to stay away from Asian food (nothing beats Singapore at it) - and experience Greek food, exotic chocolate special and much more. &amp;nbsp;I definitely give two thumbs up to Koko Black - hot and iced chocolates. &amp;nbsp;Do try that when you are there! &amp;nbsp;The only qualm I have is that every meal was so expensive - it cost twice as much as having a simple food court meal in Singapore. &amp;nbsp;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping in Melbourne was equally as expensive too. &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately, the shopping experience was not able to rival that of many other countries. &amp;nbsp;There were only two main departmental shops - that of David Jones and Myers; and the prices are as steep, if not steeper, than what you get in Singapore. &amp;nbsp;But what Melbourne lacks in pricing, it makes it up in excellent service. &amp;nbsp;It's heartening to hear 'How are you today?' and how friendly the staff can get in giving you the best and most personal service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people there are extremely laidback and relaxing - that life seems to suddenly slow down. &amp;nbsp;You would understand this by how Melbournians walk and talk, or have a meal. &amp;nbsp;It is rather embarrassing to compare myself with them, for I was probably the fastest walker in all of Bourke Street! &amp;nbsp;The only qualm of it being so laidback is that they close their shops at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne is a city that makes you want to fall in love with it over and over again. &amp;nbsp;Even as I took off, you can see the gigantic wonders of the world packed into one small city. &amp;nbsp;Other than the fact it is overly costly (!), do go over to Melbourne to soak yourself in the spirit of Australia - and the spirit of just relaxing and enjoying life to its best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-6553419967716025455?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/6553419967716025455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=6553419967716025455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/6553419967716025455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/6553419967716025455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2009/12/magical-melbourne.html' title='Magical Melbourne'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SxZUJ0uj8iI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-MM1vQTqmAU/s72-c/P1040367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-1138876661795001348</id><published>2009-11-14T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:27:25.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November November</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs059.snc3/14659_202653426806_664971806_4051653_6212235_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs059.snc3/14659_202653426806_664971806_4051653_6212235_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs079.snc3/14659_202653441806_664971806_4051654_1803446_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs079.snc3/14659_202653441806_664971806_4051654_1803446_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;November November, dear November. &amp;nbsp;It's a month of turning points - where some of my friends have ORD-ed. &amp;nbsp;Yet for myself, life continues to throw up many challenges that are stumbling blocks to establishing lifelong friendships. &amp;nbsp;And of course, it would be the month just before Christmas - and the month when I take my vacation to Melbourne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-1138876661795001348?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/1138876661795001348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=1138876661795001348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/1138876661795001348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/1138876661795001348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-november.html' title='November November'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-1461724972943133580</id><published>2009-10-27T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:27:26.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting 2010!</title><content type='html'>Mans, when I look into the crystal ball of 2010, all I can say is this: it spells excitement! &amp;nbsp;In 2010, both Marina Bay Sands and Resorts World @ Sentosa would open. &amp;nbsp;In 2010, Singapore would host the world's first Youth Olympics Games. &amp;nbsp;In 2010, I would finally ORD (ORD loh!), and in 2010, I would commence the next chapter of my life: Law!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just amazed by God's hands in my life and how everything seems to be smooth and seamless. &amp;nbsp;But if there's a few things that I want to do before I commence my next part of the journey is to consolidate the previous chapters in my life - and to learn as much as possible from the rest of the world, so that I can offer a better viewpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that if one were to be an Ostrich and put his or her head in the grounds of Singapore, he or she would not grow up to be a global citizen who understands the different challenges and excitement that the rest of the world brings. &amp;nbsp;Singapore may be the best home for us - in our opinion. &amp;nbsp;But rather than criticising China for its strict governance, have you actually seen China? &amp;nbsp;America may be the world's fledging democracy, but have you seen the faces on the streets of New York? &amp;nbsp;Such on the grounds opinions would definitely be different from what we study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be teaching at Barker again, but for a short stint (end Feb to March). &amp;nbsp;I am not sure about my exact plans, but I am game for anything. &amp;nbsp;I think it would be interesting to work at different places to learn more about yourself, and the people around you. &amp;nbsp;Again, I am trusting God with this plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, 2010 would mark the Best is Yet to Be. &amp;nbsp;Convicted in putting my life in God's hands, I am sure that He would continue to overflow my cup with milk and honey - just as He has done before!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-1461724972943133580?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/1461724972943133580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=1461724972943133580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/1461724972943133580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/1461724972943133580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2009/10/exciting-2010.html' title='Exciting 2010!'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-5781461000165065696</id><published>2009-10-11T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:35:52.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore: Epicenter of Excitement</title><content type='html'>I have just completed reading 'The Post American World' by Fareed Zakaria, and what a good read it was! &amp;nbsp;While the book forecasts a world that would shift the focus towards Asia, it is exciting to note how Singapore would be the epicenter of these developments - being equidistant from both India and China, where the larger developments are to take place. &amp;nbsp;Singapore can thus be said to be the country which can reconcile the developments of the 20th century with that of the 21st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zakaria has noted that the only country which is able to strike a balance between quasi-democracy and economic development is that of Singapore - as history has shown that having too much democracy would result in less economic development, while having more of economic development would result in less democracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China's biggest challenge would be to allow its people some political freedom such as those offered here in Singapore - as having a burgeoning economy would thus cause people to seek freedom of their own in other ways. &amp;nbsp;India, on the other hand, is trying to find a balance of allowing economic development take place on a larger scale, from the government-level. &amp;nbsp;Currently, most efforts are concentrated in a chaotic manner, and developments in India are not taking place on a scale it should - mostly as a result of the democracy status, which sees people opposing the government in its own ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it is noteworthy to see how both India and China would try to adopt features of the Singapore political system, what if our political system is about to evolve as well? &amp;nbsp;We have established many features which are unique to us - but going forward, surely our political climate would become one which is more sensitive to differing groups and interests, reflecting the many groups that co-exist already in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am highly sure that our government would not be too eager to create drastic changes in the political climate - for doing so may potentially sacrifice many of the economic developments which have taken place for years. &amp;nbsp;But I am highly optimistic that Singapore would continue to find its own set of model and change that it needs - for the future is certainly just as exciting, and Singapore would continue to prove that it would not follow the footsteps of many city-states, such as that of Venice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-5781461000165065696?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/5781461000165065696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=5781461000165065696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Service.</title><content type='html'>It's been several months in National Service, and it's poignant to take a moment to reflect on the two years spent here. &amp;nbsp;I once read a Sumiko Tan article about how she feels there are generally two categories of people after serving National Service, those who feel that it was a complete waste of time, and well, those who are able to take away with them memorable experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the past few months have been an&amp;nbsp;arduous&amp;nbsp;journey - these two years have been filled with the most life lessons more than any other two years. &amp;nbsp;It is in these two years that puts whatever you learn in school about life to some good use after all, and how these two years would also seek to mould and be a crystal ball into the lifetime worth of experiences ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discipline? &amp;nbsp;Definitely did learn something about that. &amp;nbsp;But I had already picked that up in schools, and having to meet even more torturous deadlines and demands of the examinations would had proved something about that. &amp;nbsp;But what I learn more in National Service is that sometimes, you are tasked to do things that may come across as meaningless at first (and maybe meaningless in the future!), but these encourage you to be disciplined in a certain manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mature? &amp;nbsp;These two years did mature many of my outlooks and perspectives. &amp;nbsp;Maybe I toned down a bit from all the cheerfulness and being bubbly and all - words which were associated with me in the past. &amp;nbsp;But these days, I rather just think through things several times - and see whether things can be worked out in ways better than they are before. &amp;nbsp;But I look forward to smiling much more often again in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leadership is undeniable. &amp;nbsp;There are often many times where you simply need to step up. &amp;nbsp;And stepping up is not the easiest thing to do when there are circumstances going against you. &amp;nbsp;Even the rank can be used. &amp;nbsp;Some people are old-school in method, preferring to command-and-control, others believe in a more heart-leadership. &amp;nbsp;I leave it to you to make the choice of which is a better way to lead people, for I believe both are fine in their own ways. &amp;nbsp;But before you act in a certain manner, think. &amp;nbsp;If you were in their shoes, would you be happy with that particular decision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People skill? &amp;nbsp;Definitely. &amp;nbsp;If there's one thing to take away from NS, this is it. &amp;nbsp;It is here that I realise that it is unrealistic to realise a utopian ideal of making everyone happy. &amp;nbsp;What's most important is that you are happy and have a clear conscience about what you do and move on in life about it. &amp;nbsp;You really have to seek ways in the little things to do to make yourself happy, otherwise, you would only be upset and contentious with what people think of you - and people are unafraid of giving their opinions. &amp;nbsp;Not everyone have the same objectives and not everyone can work well with each other - so always find your way to find things to smile about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not something I would want to live all over again - but at least it was something that I tried once in a lifetime. &amp;nbsp;And I am happy with it. &amp;nbsp;But what is most important is you continue to have the support of God, family and friends. &amp;nbsp;It is through these two years that test all friendships which you have made since primary school, and trust me, it helps to tighten the social circle. &amp;nbsp;Some people would remain as true friends, others would simply be bystanders in your life. &amp;nbsp;Cherish with all your heart those who keep you close, and once you thrive out of these two years, the rest of the lifetime would be much easier for they stood by you through good and bad times for the best is yet to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-2429982971475237526?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/2429982971475237526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=2429982971475237526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2429982971475237526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2429982971475237526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2009/09/service.html' title='The Service.'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-1061555055661394242</id><published>2009-09-13T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:11:59.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe in angels.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;September 11, 2009. &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;For most people, it would probably be an anniversary to mark the Sept 11 2001 crisis, but for me, it would be the day I finally passed my driving test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.00am.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I woke up early in the morning to prep myself. &amp;nbsp;Read Pastor's Prince Daily Devo - and of all things, he spoke about an emergency brake, and how angels such as the ones who caused you to do an emergency brake would save you from other stuffs. &amp;nbsp;I was thinking, 'omg, no e-brake leh! &amp;nbsp;that's immediate failure!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.00am&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Set out from home to the driving centre, so that I can be mentally prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.15am.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A taxi driver drove me to the driving centre. &amp;nbsp;He asked me what I was doing there today, I replied, "driving test". &amp;nbsp;He looked back at me - and told me, "Trust me, today, you will pass!". &amp;nbsp;He repeated this statement several times - something which I have heard in my head while doing my prayers. &amp;nbsp;"Why are you so scared? &amp;nbsp;The tester is also a human like you, just don't look at him and drive!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10am. &lt;/b&gt;Warm-up starts, all went well, save for a cloudy weather that dictates it would rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.30am.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Warm-up ends, but we did not practise anything that may involve inclement weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.45am. &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It rained like it never did before. &amp;nbsp;While waiting for the tester, you can pretty much hear the thunders that are going out there. &amp;nbsp;My heart sank deeply - but I was trying to recall the last few revision lessons, which rained all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11am.&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;D-Day happened. &amp;nbsp;Started off pretty badly, as the brake paddings were wet. &amp;nbsp;It was still raining too. &amp;nbsp;When I attempted the ramp, the tester deducted two points for harsh braking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11.10am.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Everything went well in the course except for ramp. &amp;nbsp;Now off to the roads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11.20am.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Everything went well on the roads too and the tester decide to go back to the driving centre. &amp;nbsp;While on the way back, a pedestrian suddenly crossed to the roads, just as I was driving past! &amp;nbsp;The tester gave me 8 DEMERIT POINTS FOR HER MISTAKE. &amp;nbsp;I was thinking through my mind, DIE LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11.30am. &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;The tester nagged about me not giving her allowance to walk. &amp;nbsp;He said, "next time, be more cautious! &amp;nbsp;Go to classroom 5 and watch video!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was my September 11. &amp;nbsp;I was so happy that I finally passed my driving test - and hey, it would be one of those days that you would remember for a lifetime. &amp;nbsp;Just like how you remember the day you had your results for PSLE, O and A levels, and now, driving test! &amp;nbsp;God really send angels all over to calm my jittery nerves - and I thank God for that taxi driver - He really spoke through him. &amp;nbsp;At the end of it - I achieved 18 demerit points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it would be quite a while before I have my own car. &amp;nbsp;Heh. &amp;nbsp;Till then, don't ask me for a drive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-1061555055661394242?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/1061555055661394242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=1061555055661394242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/1061555055661394242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/1061555055661394242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-believe-in-angels.html' title='I believe in angels.'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-7758387750347158833</id><published>2009-08-13T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:47:32.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='army'/><title type='text'>Random Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SoPRwrSjfZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-DLrAM6J0_0/s1600-h/IMG_0043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SoPRwrSjfZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-DLrAM6J0_0/s320/IMG_0043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was nice to take a random off on a day when everyone else seems to be working or schooling. &amp;nbsp;I woke up late at around 10.30am...and it was a splendid thing to do. &amp;nbsp;Something which I have not done for many months. &amp;nbsp;Haha. &amp;nbsp;Even while in Phuket and Sentosa, I woke up like 6am, 7am or 8am...haiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I started the day off by watching Cashmere Mafia. &amp;nbsp;Man, the DVD was scratched, and kinda ruined the show when halfway through, the show stopped. &amp;nbsp;Imagine how furious I was with the DVD and the DVD player!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Had lunch at the Community Club, before proceeding to SAFRA for a swim. &amp;nbsp;It was a bright and scorching day, but man, it was good to soak in the water. &amp;nbsp;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Northpoint to borrow a few books from NLB, and then enjoy a sip of iced chocolate and Bakerzin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If only life was like that everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-7758387750347158833?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/7758387750347158833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=7758387750347158833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/7758387750347158833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/7758387750347158833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-off.html' title='Random Off'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SoPRwrSjfZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-DLrAM6J0_0/s72-c/IMG_0043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-9193038953260039040</id><published>2009-08-04T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:34:47.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NDP'/><title type='text'>TP</title><content type='html'>Great, I failed my TP yesterday and was at my all-time low morale. &amp;nbsp;I really wanted a driving licence - but man, I had to strike a kerb because I was panicking! &amp;nbsp;Imagine, anything and everything that can go wrong, did went wrong. &amp;nbsp;Things that I remembered in the past, things that I didn't wish to happen - all of these did happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time while parking into a vertical parking lot, I missed the turning point. &amp;nbsp;Never mind that. &amp;nbsp;I forgotten it was a new car, unlike the old model which I have been practising with. &amp;nbsp;This new car does not require that much reversal movement! &amp;nbsp;As I striked a kerb twice, the tester asked me to move into the next lot to do one last attempt instead. &amp;nbsp;Fair enough. &amp;nbsp;I forgotten to check my right blind spot - and OMG, someone had to do parallel parking at the very same place. &amp;nbsp;And she was just training for fun! &amp;nbsp;That first station alone pretty much sealed my fate of the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was quite hard to deal with the blow. &amp;nbsp;Mind you, this was like my first test in two years since the A levels. &amp;nbsp;Not that it should not be compared - but hey, I wanted to do a ONE TIMES GOOD ONE. &amp;nbsp;Maybe I did succumb to the pressure of my family and friends, and let my kan cheong side take the better part of me. &amp;nbsp;After all, I think other than being sentimental (refer to the post below), my next greatest weakness is being kan cheong! &amp;nbsp;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying hard, real hard for the next one. &amp;nbsp;Which falls on September 11. &amp;nbsp;Haha. &amp;nbsp;If I pass on this date, I t&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;hink September 11 will bear new meanings for me - other than the Twin Towers which had fallen. &amp;nbsp;I had fond memories of Twin Towers as a kid, but oh well. &amp;nbsp;I wish I would say the same for my TP test. &amp;nbsp;I referred to the bible, and this is what September 11 spells for me, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="en-KJV-23011"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;As for thee also, by the blood of thy covenant I have sent forth thy prisoners out of the pit wherein is no water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="en-KJV-23012"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Turn you to the strong hold, ye prisoners of hope: even to day do I declare that I will render double unto thee - Zechariah 9:11-12". &amp;nbsp;I hope that He would return me a Pass on the Double attempt! &amp;nbsp;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #481003;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #481003;"&gt;Last weekend was exciting in other ways - I attended the National Day Preview with Darren, Boon Kiat and his friend, Kai Soon! &amp;nbsp;Haha, it was fun screaming together with them and it was funny seeing the Uncle side of LBK. &amp;nbsp;Darren and I also bounced into Darrick and Lijun. &amp;nbsp;Here are some of the pictures we had:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #481003;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs171.snc1/6420_111584642734_504857734_2754092_1070859_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs171.snc1/6420_111584642734_504857734_2754092_1070859_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs191.snc1/6420_111587857734_504857734_2754159_5036850_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs191.snc1/6420_111587857734_504857734_2754159_5036850_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #481003;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-9193038953260039040?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/9193038953260039040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=9193038953260039040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/9193038953260039040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/9193038953260039040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2009/08/tp.html' title='TP'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-7762466385619379831</id><published>2009-08-01T10:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T10:27:53.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentimental august.</title><content type='html'>Someone once told me that my greatest strength and weakness was that I am a sentimental person, and I kind of agreed with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, many things happened in my youth to make me a person who treasure those close to me and reflecting about the good or bad memories spent with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I may be an Ice Queen to many people on a grand scale, but for those who are close and dear, I would treat them otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sentimental in itself is a strength in sustaining many friendships, for you do not know when you would get to see the person again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of friendship is that it fades. &amp;nbsp;Which then gives us the opportunity to cherish those around us in our lives even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not one who likes to talk about emotions. &amp;nbsp;But whenever the occasion calls for it, I think there needs to be some expression of it, to greater understand a person and his or her beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to those who feels that being sentimental is being insecure or being gay, take a look from a different perspective, for being sentimental can be a strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sentimental adds values to the memories that you cherish, and people who you care for and being concerned about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sentimental can make you a person who treasures the way we grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sentimental can only make you a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For if we do not reflect upon the route we have taken thus far, we would not treasure the future that lies ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-7762466385619379831?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/7762466385619379831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=7762466385619379831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/7762466385619379831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/7762466385619379831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2009/08/sentimental-august.html' title='sentimental august.'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-7761966367909831953</id><published>2009-07-21T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:53:29.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-23326" style="vertical-align: text-top;" value="9"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-23327" style="vertical-align: text-top;" value="10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-23328" style="vertical-align: text-top;" value="11"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him! - &lt;i&gt;Matthew 7:9-11&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I once read in a magazine that all of our lives can be defined into three portals to live a meaningful life - &lt;b&gt;survival needs, success and significance&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;These three guiding S values (no pun intended!) help to shape the Man who we want to be and strive to achieve for greater endeavours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survival needs can be easily met by almost everyone in Singapore. &amp;nbsp;If we are referring to the bare minimum, I guess many of us already achieved it - be it physically, emotionally, mentally or more. &amp;nbsp;The fact that we have a roof over our heads, food on our tables and potable water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is also often already achieved by all of us in some form or other. &amp;nbsp;This can take range from a variety of benchmark - academic success, emotional success or more. &amp;nbsp;Whatever the case, in reference to whoever it may be, everyone would often achieve a certain form of success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Significance is slightly trickier. &amp;nbsp;Significance would refer to the impact that you have made on other people's lives - and how you play a role in shaping them. &amp;nbsp;I think this is the one that many of us try to achieve but often fail. &amp;nbsp;It is something that we struggle at times - to touch and change the lives of those around us, but yet, it may seem to be moving mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was then brought to this bible verse in Church last Sunday. &amp;nbsp;Somehow, it kinda strike a chord in me. &amp;nbsp;I often struggled in the past with how I may not necessarily be reciprocated with the same treatment that you endow unto others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after reading this verse, God seems to want me to show the same Grace to others that He has shown upon me. &amp;nbsp;If even Man can show this form of Grace unto others - God would give us much more, so that through our effortless living, we can then bless others with the gifts that He endowed unto us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-7761966367909831953?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/7761966367909831953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=7761966367909831953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/7761966367909831953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/7761966367909831953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2009/07/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-2585831636389865605</id><published>2009-07-09T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:36:42.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;When I go to Paris, I don't look for the Eiffel Tower. &amp;nbsp;I know it's there. &amp;nbsp;I want to sip a cup of coffee and feel the vibe of the city. &amp;nbsp;- Anonymous&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this quote in a particular travel magazine that got me paused and thinking - hey, that's a wonderful way to enjoy a travel experience! &amp;nbsp;I have always enjoyed travelling and seeing different places and people - immersing yourself in their cultures and their vibes, and the best places to go are always where the locals go. &amp;nbsp;Travelling for me has always been about enjoying what the locals enjoy for themselves - not having to just capture a snapshot of what the places are famous for and moving to the next tourist destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that sense, I feel that our Tourism Board has been lacking in planning good tourist routes for people to enjoy in - and merely allowing them to soak in the sights of the city. &amp;nbsp;Singapore in itself may be small - but hey, we have several locations that are worthy for travellers to soak themselves in. &amp;nbsp;From the farms of Lim Chu Kang, to the peak of Ubin Quarry, people coming to Singapore should deserve an opportunity to enjoy Singapore on the wild side!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-2585831636389865605?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/2585831636389865605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=2585831636389865605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2585831636389865605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2585831636389865605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2009/07/travel.html' title='travel'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-2306791481169501499</id><published>2009-05-24T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:32:21.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiger Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs023.snc1/4257_103667531806_664971806_2688579_5567752_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs023.snc1/4257_103667531806_664971806_2688579_5567752_n.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Unforgettable is one word that can sum up the experience, but really, there's none. &amp;nbsp;You've just to experience it for yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Perhaps the above quotation can sum up my experience holidaying at Phuket - which proved nothing less but fun fun fun! &amp;nbsp;There were so many first first first, that it was such a power packed short holiday. &amp;nbsp;To squeeze so many activities into four days three nights proved not an easy task, but by the Grace of God, the weather was perfect, everything just seamlessly moved into the next activity and program, and there is no lack of excitement - right down to the departing flight from Phuket where we had to rush to the boarding gate because of last call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am simply amazed by how there can really be fishes swimming to your toes even at the shore line of the beach! &amp;nbsp;I never thought I would see this day actually realising - given the fact that hey, you would be lucky to be able to even spot one fish swimming in the Singapore River, let alone the beach areas. &amp;nbsp;I never thought in this day and age, you would be able to see crystal clear water and blue skies - given the fact that global warming and pollution always cloud the news. &amp;nbsp;But this holiday was all about changing perspectives and redefining the word - paradise - to once again remind us the miracles and how incredible nature is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what impressed me the most is how the Thais are really really nice people. &amp;nbsp;They never fail to surprise us with the little gestures and smiles they have at all times - and how they often remind you that nice people do warm hearts after all. &amp;nbsp;At Karon Beach, we were hungry and wanted to go for lunch. &amp;nbsp;A lady was selling sarongs and the girls bought two pieces from her. &amp;nbsp;When asked where's best to go for lunch, the lady walked us to the restaurant areas where she felt was the cheapest and best quality Thai food, and she was right. &amp;nbsp;This is just one of the many anecdotes I have to share about the Thais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would share more about the Phuket trip if I had time later in the week - yes, I have to book in once more. &amp;nbsp;But these four days really rejuvenated me and impressed me of how beautiful the world can be - if we take a look at the places just around us. &amp;nbsp;Singapore is a great city - but Phuket wins it in being the most authentic and beautiful resort island!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-2306791481169501499?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/2306791481169501499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=2306791481169501499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2306791481169501499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2306791481169501499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2009/05/tiger-tales.html' title='Tiger Tales'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-8482328494857276999</id><published>2009-05-03T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:20:31.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swine</title><content type='html'>I think what scares me most about the Swine Flu is not the Flu itself - but the fear and paranoia of the Flu. &amp;nbsp;In just a week, the Flu had spread to more than 15 countries, hitting closer and closer to Singapore with each passing day. &amp;nbsp;But even though we are fighting this 'global war', have we actually lost the war before we even started? &amp;nbsp;Are we allowing the fear of the Flu to get to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth about any crisis is what can't kill you can only make you stronger - and true enough, SARS did. &amp;nbsp;It was not the most convenient of time, and can get quite irritating at times. &amp;nbsp;But it helped us ensure that should a epidemic, or a pandemic for that matter, ever occur - we will be ready. &amp;nbsp;The real possibility of H1N1 proved that to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is more frightening is the thought of people trading their daily activities for fear of catching the flu. &amp;nbsp;We would had lost this 'global war' if we trade in the little things in life we often take for granted for the whole 'prevention is better than cure' mantra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I do not mean that we should not improve public hygiene at all - in fact, this is my most common bugbear about Asians. &amp;nbsp;If the SARS and H1N1 lessons prove anything, they are meant to teach and remind us constantly about the need to improve public hygiene. &amp;nbsp;I do not see why many find covering your mouth when you cough or sneeze in public a BIG issue, when one is able to minimise the spread of any flu with a simple action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what would threaten our global community today would be how we are so ready to trade in all of our daily lives. &amp;nbsp;Yes, 'prevention is better than cure' - but are we not willing to show this virus that we can and we will overcome it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one thing to be preventing flu - it is another to allow the flu to beat us, even if we had not caught the cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-8482328494857276999?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/8482328494857276999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=8482328494857276999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Who compares to You?&lt;br /&gt;Who set the stars in their place?&lt;br /&gt;You who calmed the raging seas&lt;br /&gt;That came crashing over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who compares to You?&lt;br /&gt;You who bring the morning light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hope of all the earth&lt;br /&gt;Is rest assured in Your great love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are magnificent, eternally&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful, glorious&lt;br /&gt;Jesus&lt;br /&gt;No one ever will compare to You&lt;br /&gt;Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the evening fades&lt;br /&gt;You call forth songs of joy&lt;br /&gt;As the morning wakes&lt;br /&gt;We Your children give You praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I guess this song provided comfort in an ever-changing world, with ever-changing places and ever-changing people. &amp;nbsp;While singing this song in church today, I somehow felt a gush of wind calming me down with all the troubles and worries that I have been carrying - that even as the storms rage, I know that if we look to Him for strength, for guidance and for hope, we can rest in His finished works. &amp;nbsp;Today's message was about casting your cares and worries unto Him and how we should lead a worry-free life - which was totally coincidental and appropriate for the current circumstances and occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good that I met up with my childhood friend, Clement, today. &amp;nbsp;Somehow, longtime friends just seem to anchor you and continue to remind you of how you had been, how you are and how you would be in the future. &amp;nbsp;Just as we were reminiscing about the many events that have taken place, there were many ideas that we had in common - about how many places and people have changed. &amp;nbsp;Yet, he was able to spoke about how as long they sought to be better people, then we should encourage them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong here - &amp;nbsp;I am a firm believer in changes. &amp;nbsp;In fact, I am always excited to conduct Forward Planning for any committee that I sat in. &amp;nbsp;What is our vision - something we hope to achieve? &amp;nbsp;What is our mission - something good that we had been doing, and something we should be continuously doing? &amp;nbsp;How are we going to go about to achieve our Vision and Mission - or are we installing them for the sake of doing so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But changes should never come at a price of friendship or otherwise. &amp;nbsp;Because if changes result in having to make do with the very people who had grew up with you, shaped you and moulded you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-7436157662411284934?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/7436157662411284934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=7436157662411284934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/7436157662411284934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/7436157662411284934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2009/04/magnificent.html' title='Magnificent'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-5462942315523414594</id><published>2009-04-25T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:01:03.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be The One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You say it’s not what you do,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;It’s what you’re thinkin of&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Well I think it’s just an excuse&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;It’s what you put across&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;And I don’t wanna be the one&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Only overjoyed&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Yeah I don’t wanna be the one&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Makin all the noise&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Yeah I don’t wanna be the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So make sure you’re thinkin it through&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;You’ve let me down again&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Offer me somethin&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;I know you really meant&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Cuz I don’t wanna the one&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Only overjoyed&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Yeah I don’t wanna be the one&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Makin all the noise&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Yeah I don’t wanna be the one&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What you gonna offer now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I don’t wanna be the one&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Only overjoyed&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Yeah I don’t wanna be the one&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Makin all the noise&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Yeah I don’t wanna be the one&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What you gonna offer now?&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;What you gonna offer now?&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;What you gonna offer now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This was not my idea&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Don’t you keep me waitin&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;This was not my idea&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Don’t you keep me waitin&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;This was not my idea&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Don’t you keep me waitin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;Somehow, this song struck a chord with me with my current feelings and emotions. &amp;nbsp;I have been keeping a lot of things to myself over the past two years, and somehow, it kinds of bottled up and increasingly tired of it. &amp;nbsp;Somehow, I am really feeling a part of me is empty. &amp;nbsp;Somehow, if only there was someone who can share my joys, happiness, troubles and trials with. &amp;nbsp;If only. &amp;nbsp;What the heck, if only army was not in the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-5462942315523414594?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/5462942315523414594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=5462942315523414594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/5462942315523414594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/5462942315523414594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2009/04/be-one.html' title='Be The One'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-2671485261716556268</id><published>2009-04-12T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:38:17.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautifully Imperfect.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4I3ZmNKYma0&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/4I3ZmNKYma0&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;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;think it has been some time since I got impacted by a commercial, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp;This commercial really tears away many of our social norms - be it the eulogy speaking volumes of what the person did, or even a funeral to promote the idea of family love. &amp;nbsp;But what I really appreciated most about this commercial is how it focuses on the very little things in life that we take for granted - the things that we find irritating, till they are taken away from us. &amp;nbsp;These are the things that are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beautifully imperfect&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature taught us that characters are often remembered for distinctive features and habits. &amp;nbsp;In life, we learn it the hard way - some habits and features which we are always remembered about for, others which really speak volume of a person's personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I never quite liked some of these friends' habits and features at times. &amp;nbsp;Yes, the best friend who always rolls his eyes. &amp;nbsp;Yes, that girl who always scream with a distinctive voice more than you could ever imagine. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I noticed every little detail about a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when granted, what if one day all these people change? &amp;nbsp;Or worse, what if all these people are taken away from us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never quite liked some of the changes in them - yet, I have grown to love them in spite of whatever life throws them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because we wake up each and every day, loving the little nuances that people and life throws at us, it just makes life so much more worthwhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-2671485261716556268?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/2671485261716556268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=2671485261716556268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2671485261716556268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2671485261716556268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2009/04/beautifully-imperfect.html' title='Beautifully Imperfect.'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-4115710476713106922</id><published>2009-04-05T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:07:01.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Criticism</title><content type='html'>It was perhaps one of my worst weekends, but yet I gained so much in learning, so much in revelations by the Grace of God. &amp;nbsp;Isn't it funny how God tends to coincide certain sermons with the events happening in your life - so much so that you cannot really attribute it to coincidence or fate, but by divine intervention? &amp;nbsp;Yet you learn to realise about other stuffs in life - that you have been taking for granted or had overlooked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Without God, we cannot. &amp;nbsp;Without us, He will not&lt;/span&gt; - This statement which I took away from church today was something that I held similar to my mantra, that is to reach out to as many people as possible in the most personal manner. &amp;nbsp;I was fortunate to have supportive people since my secondary school days, and that perhaps speak why I try to love as many people as possible. &amp;nbsp;Without God, we cannot reach out to these people. &amp;nbsp;But without us trying to seek these people, He will not be able to speak to them as no one is helping them seek their directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently, I have been asking God why should I continue to try to stay in touch with them - why should I even bother so much about what's happening in their lives anymore? &amp;nbsp;More often than not, it is not reciprocated anyway, or worse, reciprocated in an undeserving manner. &amp;nbsp;Just when I was giving thoughts and praying over these questions - surprisingly Daniel Beh, my secondary school classmate called me. &amp;nbsp;When he was talking about his plans to permanently reside in Canada, he gave me a personal side which I never saw before on a day when I don't really feel like speaking friendly to anyone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Hopefully you still remember us then"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Of course I will!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"But you never seem to show it through the past six years. &amp;nbsp;We always end up arguing about some stupid things and frankly, I don't really like to waste the time and energy to do that anymore. &amp;nbsp;You never seem to even bother drop a call or SMS from time to time. &amp;nbsp;More often than not, it is us who do that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Doesn't mean that I don't drop a call or SMS doesn't mean that I don't bother about you. &amp;nbsp;I do think and remember you and by the fact that we are able to hold such conversations, arguing over nothing and still can say bye bye after that, it shows that we are friends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"You know, if you told me all these six years ago, I would had treated you very differently"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Somehow that night, after having that conversation, it made me feel better, yet guilty. &amp;nbsp;Guilty for not spending enough time with various people who I thought I knew well, but did not really know them and their attitudes towards certain stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for another topic that occurred in the night, suddenly God brought an answer through the sermon - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let your life do the talking, time will answer your critics&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I was extremely disappointed that the people who I thought was closest to me failed to be supportive of certain decisions. &amp;nbsp;Certain lifelong decisions which I made was done in counsel with God, and not simply by my emotions or the likings of the time. &amp;nbsp;I thought long and hard, listened to His words, read the Bible to come to certain decisions which I made that will last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when these people started to question the decision, I asked God last night, "so are you sure about this, I thought I asked and prayed about it for months". &amp;nbsp;The sermon then included how people and priests put down Jesus, but all He did was to keep silent. &amp;nbsp;Many would also know about Abraham Lincoln's famous speech that would define the history of America, the Gettysburg Address. &amp;nbsp;Yet in his time, the Chicago Times ridiculed it as one of the worst speeches in history and too short. &amp;nbsp;Today, it is one of the most often quoted speeches in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now comforted by His words and really feel much better. &amp;nbsp;He is really one who can provide comfort and refuge in one of your most tiring moments - and somehow, events in your life just coincide. &amp;nbsp;I do not want to answer or reply my critics anymore - and adopt the same approach that Jesus did, that is to keep quiet when they throw their criticism. &amp;nbsp;And hopefully, by God's Grace, I am determined to let Him be in control of the position and let time proves these naysayers wrong. &amp;nbsp;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-4115710476713106922?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/4115710476713106922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=4115710476713106922&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/4115710476713106922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/4115710476713106922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2009/04/criticism.html' title='Criticism'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-63464996456788965</id><published>2009-03-21T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:55:13.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March March</title><content type='html'>March hasn't been the best of months. &amp;nbsp;I don't know why. &amp;nbsp;Much as many would know me as the cheerful and smiley chap - I have kinda grown to be extremely weary and tired. &amp;nbsp;Maybe cause I am too tired of doing routine work and it has grown to be mundane. &amp;nbsp;Maybe I crave the excitement of being pressured and rushed once more - something that was perpetual in secondary and JC. &amp;nbsp;Maybe cause I want a break from NS. &amp;nbsp;So if you see me not smiling, it's not cause I am unhappy. &amp;nbsp;But I wanna break lah. &amp;nbsp;Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-63464996456788965?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/63464996456788965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=63464996456788965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/63464996456788965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/63464996456788965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-march.html' title='March March'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-6811671099516737503</id><published>2009-03-04T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:17:38.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew 12:18</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #481003;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NLT-23483"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Look at my Servant, whom I have chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He is my Beloved, who pleases me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I will put my Spirit upon him,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and he will proclaim justice to the nations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Many of my close friends and even teachers questioned what led me to choose Law - after all, I have never seen to be explicit about having an interest in Law in the first place. &amp;nbsp;In fact, many thought that I would have taken up journalism or mass communication in a University overseas, since I confided to many that unfortunately, I feel that Singapore does not has a rigorous media degree and I definitely would love an opportunity to explore such a degree overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But many things led to such a change. &amp;nbsp;Even in ACS (Barker Road), many people, including my Principal and Vice-Principal, felt that I should pursue a diploma in the media after secondary school, but God has other plans. &amp;nbsp;I was glad that I prayed over it, and graduated ACJC with quite a decent score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, just like before, I had prayed over the matter of which degree to take up, because frankly speaking, I have passion for Humanities, News and Current Affairs, as well as the Media itself. &amp;nbsp;I even joked during the prayer, "why not offer me both NUS FASS Scholarship and SMU Law just for the fun of it to show me that you can make all opportunities available?". &amp;nbsp;He did and I had to pray over choosing the RIGHT one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was pointed to this verse. &amp;nbsp;With my very own birthday. &amp;nbsp;December 18. &amp;nbsp;It was a very outright verse to say that Law is the way to go. &amp;nbsp;To proclaim justice to the nations. &amp;nbsp;I consulted a few of my close friends about it and they all felt that it was the right degree for me. &amp;nbsp;And after all, SMU appealed to me since they started at Bras Basah, so there I would go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the grading system came out this year, I was surprised that I made the cut despite both ends of top 10% and bottom 10% being AAAA. &amp;nbsp;I didn't get those grades, but I thanked God that He has shown that all things entrusted to him are possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that with this in mind, those planning for their future education would seek God's counsel, and let Him bless your journey throughout! &amp;nbsp;As for my journalism dream - well, I still intend to pursue a Masters in Journalism some day. &amp;nbsp;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-6811671099516737503?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-6420049240932530807</id><published>2009-03-01T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:22:17.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Habakkuk 3:17-19</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup id="en-ESV-22786"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;Though the fig tree should not blossom,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;nor fruit be on the vines,&lt;br /&gt;the produce of the olive fail&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and the fields yield no food,&lt;br /&gt;the flock be cut off from the fold&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and there be no herd in the stalls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup id="en-ESV-22787"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=habakkuk+3&amp;amp;version1=47#cen-ESV-22787AH" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline;" title="See Crossreference AH"&gt;AH&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;yet I will rejoice in the LORD;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=habakkuk+3&amp;amp;version1=47#cen-ESV-22787AI" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline;" title="See Crossreference AI"&gt;AI&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;I will take joy in the God of my salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup id="en-ESV-22788"&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt;GOD, the Lord, is my strength;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=habakkuk+3&amp;amp;version1=47#cen-ESV-22788AJ" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline;" title="See Crossreference AJ"&gt;AJ&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;he makes my feet like the deer’s;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;he makes me&lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=habakkuk+3&amp;amp;version1=47#cen-ESV-22788AK" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline;" title="See Crossreference AK"&gt;AK&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;tread on my&lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=habakkuk+3&amp;amp;version1=47#cen-ESV-22788AL" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline;" title="See Crossreference AL"&gt;AL&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;high places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-6420049240932530807?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/6420049240932530807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=6420049240932530807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/6420049240932530807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/6420049240932530807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2009/03/habakkuk-317-19.html' title='Habakkuk 3:17-19'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-6452222929048782956</id><published>2009-02-28T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:39:09.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask God</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In everything give thanks; for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus. -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #552200; line-height: 33px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 Thessalonians 5:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;When I was in primary school, I used to ask God that I would enter ACS (I). &amp;nbsp;I did not. &amp;nbsp;Instead, I got ACS (Barker Road). &amp;nbsp;But it proved to be a turning point of discovery for me, when so many people and so many events touched and changed my life, and I still consider the school a blessing in my life till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in ACS (Barker Road), I used to ask God to give me straight As for O Levels. &amp;nbsp;I did not. &amp;nbsp;Instead, I got quite average results of 13 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got 13 points, I considered really hard between a Diploma in Mass Comm (when so many people, including my Principal and Vice-Principal) and a JC education. &amp;nbsp;I asked God and He said to have a JC education. &amp;nbsp;I did and it was an experience like no other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I applied for Universities, I told God it would be nice if you offered a FASS Scholarship and a SMU Law place. &amp;nbsp;I was offered precisely that and was left undecided. &amp;nbsp;But I decided to take up Law in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I applied for Law, I was really shocked that I got a place into SMU. &amp;nbsp;When I looked at the percentile result this year, both the top and bottom 10% percentile were AAAA. &amp;nbsp;I got AABA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked God for constant love, showering and care from many people around me in my life, I didn't get it. &amp;nbsp;What I got was through a close group of friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this post helps to illustrate how we may seek God in prayer for various things, but often too many times, things do not turn out the way we want it to. &amp;nbsp;But not because God doesn't want to give it to us, but because God has greater plans in work! &amp;nbsp;He will not fail us - so long as we trust His guidance all our lives through!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-6452222929048782956?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/6452222929048782956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=6452222929048782956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/6452222929048782956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/6452222929048782956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2009/02/ask-god.html' title='Ask God'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-1697569685838310265</id><published>2009-02-19T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:21:37.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lush Life</title><content type='html'>I was reading a Mind Your Body article about how one is able to derive happiness from gaining an experience of a lifetime through a particular sum of money rather than materialistically spending it and translating it into tangible goods. &amp;nbsp;Much as it sounds rather obvious and apparent (and with the surge of articles focusing on intangible goods during an economic downturn), I think it makes tremendous sense to acknowledge this point here. &amp;nbsp;I think what would often make a great meal is great food, great company and great&amp;nbsp;ambience. &amp;nbsp;But what would make a great experience anywhere is similar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are probably some of the greatest experiences I had to pay for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going with a great bunch of friends to Shanghai and terrorise the Pearl River Delta!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going with that same great bunch to Ubin and literally took my breath away, no, really&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And lastly, Sentosa with that same gang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being on the Singapore Flyer with a special someone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sipping on Margarita and having one of the quietest, yet the best conversation with my buddy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are some places I want to go before University...if not work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Conquering Southeast Asia with my Barker gang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Conquering East Asia or Europe with a great bunch of friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-1697569685838310265?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/1697569685838310265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=1697569685838310265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SZbaTTcMHpI/AAAAAAAAAJA/zejodZ-NOIE/s1600-h/VDay+Ubin+Trip+09+048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SZbaTTcMHpI/AAAAAAAAAJA/zejodZ-NOIE/s320/VDay+Ubin+Trip+09+048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SZbZcEfX5LI/AAAAAAAAAIg/zwSA4o7D14Y/s1600-h/VDay+Ubin+Trip+09+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SZbZcEfX5LI/AAAAAAAAAIg/zwSA4o7D14Y/s320/VDay+Ubin+Trip+09+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SZbZ5UVNYxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/2BdFhkd2CX0/s1600-h/VDay+Ubin+Trip+09+066.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SZbZ5UVNYxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/2BdFhkd2CX0/s320/VDay+Ubin+Trip+09+066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SZbaCd2ZGQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-XA3nm2ORZw/s1600-h/VDay+Ubin+Trip+09+098.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SZbaCd2ZGQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-XA3nm2ORZw/s320/VDay+Ubin+Trip+09+098.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SZbaKlJmrhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/GAPSQlf0Sqw/s1600-h/VDay+Ubin+Trip+09+090.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SZbaKlJmrhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/GAPSQlf0Sqw/s320/VDay+Ubin+Trip+09+090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After having a rather tired and exhausting week, it was a great retreat to Pulau Ubin with Darren, Clovis, Shu Hui, Kai Quan and Glenn! &amp;nbsp;I swear that it was nice to spend Valentine's Day with the people with love, and this was an extremely successful! &amp;nbsp;By the Grace of God, the overcast skies cleared and there were cool weather during our time spent there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I had a hard time cycling though. &amp;nbsp;LOL. &amp;nbsp;Maybe cause I am not used to that kind of terrain PLUS the fact that my cycling is not steady one! &amp;nbsp;I like to move left move right! &amp;nbsp;Haha. &amp;nbsp;But there were great fun out of it though everything seemed to look EXACTLY like Pulau Tekong! &amp;nbsp;Man, the memories of doing fire movements and route marches with my platoon suddenly flashed back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look through the photo albums, I guess I cannot help but feel blessed for having such a great group of friends who I can rely on and share good and bad times with. &amp;nbsp;Of course, this is not just confined to these people - so if you are one of those reading this now, thank you for being a great friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-1662348344873325787?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/1662348344873325787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=1662348344873325787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/1662348344873325787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/1662348344873325787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-vday-ubin.html' title='Love VDay @ Ubin!'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SZbaTTcMHpI/AAAAAAAAAJA/zejodZ-NOIE/s72-c/VDay+Ubin+Trip+09+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-8064889761624436075</id><published>2009-01-20T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:21:35.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pinch from the past</title><content type='html'>The company gave us off today so I took the time to pay both my secondary school and junior college teachers a visit. &amp;nbsp;After all, the last time I met both groups were ages ago and it helps that these group of people keep me grounded amidst the flurry of changes which had taken place in my life. &amp;nbsp;Changes we can believe in - powerful statement, but not all the changes that had happened to the schools and even in my life are changes that we truly call for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had gone to Barker first and first up was Mr Chao. &amp;nbsp;His department seems to be doing better and he seems more satisfied with it this year, lest some developments which had taken place. &amp;nbsp;Most of the others who I wanted to see were teaching, so I just left a note as well as oranges to wish them all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was quite touched that the jigsaw puzzle that I gave to Mrs Wong a few years back is still sitting neatly on the table there - it kind of resonates with the jigsaw puzzle that I gave to Mrs Koh as well (and which she pointed out to me still stand on her table when I visited ACS (J) then). &amp;nbsp;Her SMS of how it 'serves to provide encouragement' was quite pleasant to hear. &amp;nbsp;Managed to catch my Secondary 2 teacher, Madam Sin, as well. &amp;nbsp;She still seems as bubbly and implicit as ever about certain issues - about how 'new people offer new perspectives'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was done at Barker, I cabbed down to ACJC and was greeted by an over enthusiastic Ms Josephine Leong. &amp;nbsp;Haha, she seems much happier this year and was quite chatty about everything! &amp;nbsp;Madam Ling is one of those that helps to keep you grounded in life and Ms Mai tried to make me stay for lunch but could not. &amp;nbsp;Mr Lynn and Mrs Meow were seen carrying a pair of scissors - just to find out which soil is good for infiltration (this is really quite bizarre to be greeted back by such a sight) and how Ms Jay had quite an interesting experience in Mumbai visiting their schools over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many would question about fierce loyalty towards a school - in fact, I once got told by ST not to mix my emotions for a school with news reporting. &amp;nbsp;But it is hard not to, when you spend a good 12 years in it. &amp;nbsp;It was not an entirely happy one - it had tribulations, trials, temptations, tests, tears, pains. &amp;nbsp;But rising up from these are joy, cheers, happiness and an indescribable feelings of growing up with a close bunch of friends. &amp;nbsp;True, not everyone will be remembered - but how one connects through his school heritage and himself is resonated through the closest friends who share these stories. &amp;nbsp;And I thank God for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-8064889761624436075?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/8064889761624436075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=8064889761624436075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/8064889761624436075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/8064889761624436075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2009/01/pinch-from-past.html' title='A pinch from the past'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-3365706159709921616</id><published>2009-01-16T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:42:14.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian Perspectives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SXClxnkPuEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BrpzmQSYVps/s1600-h/jan09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SXClxnkPuEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BrpzmQSYVps/s320/jan09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last night I caught up with two of my closest ex-colleagues from Barker, Ben and Sing Ee! &amp;nbsp;Haha, it was great catching up with them after missing them for so long and I highly respect them for they are two of the very few real people I know (real in the sense of their values.)! &amp;nbsp;They do not only make great teachers - but they make great people and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I had quite an interesting conversation with them about Western superiority over Asians. &amp;nbsp;We were talking about how Americans perceived themselves as more superior than Asians and how they lacked the sensitivity to observe Asian values when dealing with Asians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twenty first century brings about a new world order - where the shift of power is now back in Asian hands, in which Singapore is at the heart of it. &amp;nbsp;While Asia possesses the greatest diversity of cultures, it does share many common values - values of humility, community before self and filial piety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what would prevent Asia from achieving the potential it should achieve is how it remains to be afraid of Western powers. &amp;nbsp;No doubt, we need them and their role is critical - but we must also believe in our capacity and capability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They played the major roles in Industrial Revolution, several other economic booms, creating WW I and WW II, and also the setting up of United Nations. &amp;nbsp;In the 20th century, due to political and economic turmoils, Asians struggled to find that foothold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that timespan, Western powers tapped on the capability and capacity that Asians possess, but failed to realise. &amp;nbsp;Come on, the Chinese created gunpowder - used it for fireworks, but they could had also created the arms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asia has a pool of talents that fuses the traditions of yesterdays, the creativity of todays and the potential of tomorrows. &amp;nbsp;What we need now is unlocking all those and launching into an era that makes Asia a great continent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to be more daring in the 21st century. &amp;nbsp;Asia lies at the crossroads of development - and the recent economic crisis will also see the transferral of power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-3365706159709921616?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/3365706159709921616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-298727205737070794</id><published>2009-01-11T18:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:48:54.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Cliff</title><content type='html'>Red Cliff ought to be the best Chinese movie I had watched in years! &amp;nbsp;It was damn action packed and it's like you can never get enough of it throughout both Red Cliff 1 and 2. &amp;nbsp;Haha, for an ACS boy to actually make such a statement, you really go ought to watch it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-298727205737070794?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/298727205737070794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=298727205737070794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/298727205737070794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/298727205737070794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2009/01/red-cliff.html' title='Red Cliff'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-6691642897183742806</id><published>2009-01-02T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:59:32.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retrospects</title><content type='html'>It is impossible to start a new year without taking stock of the year before - though I did this in brief in the previous post. &amp;nbsp;2008 was such an eventful year that while I cannot entirely say it was excellent, perhaps I can be moved to say it was acceptable? &amp;nbsp;Moving forward - not that there will be major events spinning from this year - 2009 will perhaps continue to be an extension of what had past, what I am currently doing and preparing myself for great things to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible to start a year by committing it to God and giving thanks to the manifold blessings which He had given in merely the past year alone. &amp;nbsp;Thus, I am charged by what God has given through His church - that 2009 will be a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dektos year - the acceptable year&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I read from a website that an acceptable year is not a time where God is acceptable to us, but when God moves to make men acceptable to Him. &amp;nbsp;In other words, it is an appointed extension of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His grace&lt;/span&gt;, of His calling to men, to make them acceptable to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My paradigm of many things have changed in 2008. &amp;nbsp;Even in the lasting days of 2008, I had to deal with several accusations which were condemning - but Amen, for my faith had kept me still. &amp;nbsp;These accusations were ones which many laughed at and could not believed it - but nevertheless, made. &amp;nbsp;My only stand would I guess be this: &amp;nbsp;A democracy cannot operate without people speaking up for themselves. &amp;nbsp;People in return must fight for themselves for democracies to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most important lessons I learned in 2008 was that I should had paid attention to the people I am closer to. &amp;nbsp;It was in JC where I thought by having and maintaining as many friends as possible, it would be great! &amp;nbsp;But alas, that is impossible for there is only so much time that you can possible give of yourself to them - leading to some failed stuffs. &amp;nbsp;It is probably one of my greatest regrets - but hey, no hard feelings. &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should old&amp;nbsp;acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had the opportunity to grow up with a particularly close group of friends. &amp;nbsp;I really think it's God blessing to know each of them to weather through the storms and rainbows that life throws at us. &amp;nbsp;Even though they may be irritating at times - but still. &amp;nbsp;Having to work with many people - students, parents, ex-colleagues, current platoon mates, ex-platoon mates - had also opened my perspectives about many things. &amp;nbsp;Gone were the days when I only had common experiences with friends to talk with - how's that when you have friends who had run-ins with the law, an ex-delivery man, a share broker and many many others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I will continue to learn and grow in many things and many areas - by the Grace of God. &amp;nbsp;And I must pass my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;driving test&lt;/span&gt; by the end of this year - otherwise I cannot drive a car when I finally ORD! &amp;nbsp;Shit la, stupid FTT! &amp;nbsp;But even when we venture into the unknown, we must have the confidence that we continue to walk by faith, not by sight - for the Best is Yet to Be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-6691642897183742806?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/6691642897183742806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=6691642897183742806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/6691642897183742806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/6691642897183742806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2009/01/retrospects.html' title='Retrospects'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-1658382633422265932</id><published>2008-12-28T01:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T18:42:10.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye 2008!</title><content type='html'>This year was not exactly the best of years, but nevertheless, a good one. &amp;nbsp;I cannot help but notice how you can really find God's fingerprints all over this year - especially for my case! &amp;nbsp;Unlike the past 12 years - there are no schoolwork (save for the things I am interested in: Japanese, Writing and Driving for now!), no CCA and all the drama that accompanies it and a thousand other things that associates with school - but it also means a time of consolidating relationships. &amp;nbsp;Highlight of the year probably has to be of course Army - after all, what else can slip me into a Depressed mode? &amp;nbsp;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year started on an uplifting note - being able to teach at my alma mater. &amp;nbsp;Though it was a subject that I fell in love with then - History - it was not my strongest subject as I gave it up in JC (due to the tremendous amount of workload of having to juggle both History and Geography!). &amp;nbsp;The stint was not exactly a bed of roses - I had to go through some irritating students, some students who made your day and another group which is perpetually quiet. &amp;nbsp;But they all turn out lovely at the end - especially when we parted. &amp;nbsp;My colleagues were great too! &amp;nbsp;And I wished I was able to stay on a bit longer to know them better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Army and this signified a lot of people entering and exiting my life. &amp;nbsp;BMT was tough but memorable - and I am glad I still keep in touch with people like Wei Rong, Jeremy and Amos from time to time. &amp;nbsp;It was not the best of times, but nonetheless, enriching. &amp;nbsp;Then came my entrance into Seletar Camp - probably one of Singapore's oldest camps. &amp;nbsp;Its walls really tell lots of stories - but its people told more. &amp;nbsp;I was shortly posted after to Boat Coy - which began a job which was not so army-like after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's more important behind the story of 2008 is how there were many supportive groups of people inter-laced with the many stories mentioned about. &amp;nbsp;This year consolidates relationships - distinguishing who are the ones who can make a difference in my life and the rest who are merely passing portals. &amp;nbsp;For the latter group - hey, maybe it's my fault that I was not able to know you as much as we should. &amp;nbsp;But for the former group - I really treasure your presence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the year ahead in 2009 possesses greater challenges - but by the Grace of God, we will carry on. &amp;nbsp;And not only that, it may be the best year yet. &amp;nbsp;See ya in the new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-1658382633422265932?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/1658382633422265932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=1658382633422265932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/1658382633422265932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/1658382633422265932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2008/12/bye-2008.html' title='Bye 2008!'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-6022258596777176936</id><published>2008-12-25T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T01:30:36.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SVJt1toH23I/AAAAAAAAAHs/i2ES8LI4g8U/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SVJt1toH23I/AAAAAAAAAHs/i2ES8LI4g8U/s320/Christmas+2008+045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SVJuIdAJmjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/--S91TkHn7I/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SVJuIdAJmjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/--S91TkHn7I/s320/Christmas+2008+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just had a fantastic dinner with my favourite bunch of friends (okay, fine, other than my Barker gang!)! &amp;nbsp;It's very rare to see all of them in one meeting - considering they have&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; impossible&lt;/span&gt; schedules. &amp;nbsp;So it was far surprising that we were able to get all 11 there! &amp;nbsp;Okay, fine, Yili had to go to church shortly after she met us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fantastic Christmas dinner - although because there were too many friends there, it incidentally caused us not to be able to talk as much to all as we would like to. &amp;nbsp;We were glad that the Angel and Mortal thing worked to some extent - haha, I got some wallet from Yili (I am still thinking what to do with it) and some Breadou and Macau food from Clovis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what was most important is the fellowship that we had in each other. &amp;nbsp;I have read too much about the significance of Christmas meals (read: &amp;nbsp;Charles Dickens Great Expectations) to realise that the meal itself is symbolic - maybe not so much the food, but the good company that a character may be placed in. &amp;nbsp;What I had was the company who had made an impact in the past three years. &amp;nbsp;Many things changed of course - Matthew found Yili, Shu Hui and Pris are still talking abt USP, Clovis with his Medical Centre, Kai Quan still planning for us a Japan trip, Hui Yu still holds the post of Subject Head for Outings (SHOUTINGS), Ren Kiat still as tired as ever, Glenn still making the funniest comments of all times and of course my PA to a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amongst the best meals I ever had this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, a lot of things have be going on lately in my life - I have been doing lots and lots and lots of thinkings - most of it being negative thoughts that had cropped up lately in Camp. &amp;nbsp;Too many things have been happening and I am not too sure what is the situation is anymore. &amp;nbsp;Disappointed? &amp;nbsp;Yes. &amp;nbsp;Beaten? &amp;nbsp;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very hard to figure out what had just happened - as though we stood still in the middle of a twister and it passed so quickly we did not realise it. &amp;nbsp;But it did affect my morale and perspective of things - I am very less optimistic these days (of course, I do not believe in spilling this mood over to my group of fantastic friends above!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope God provides answers - and there can be no other time than now. &amp;nbsp;For I am already very tired of trying to help make sure things get done - in spite of the radical situation happening. &amp;nbsp;I seriously hope now that the Best is Yet to Be comes alive once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-6022258596777176936?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/6022258596777176936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=6022258596777176936&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/6022258596777176936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/6022258596777176936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SVJt1toH23I/AAAAAAAAAHs/i2ES8LI4g8U/s72-c/Christmas+2008+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-1777086048919546207</id><published>2008-12-21T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:17:15.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are the Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As little children we would dream of Christmas morn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of all the gifts and toys we knew we’d find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But we never realized a baby born one blessed night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gave us the greatest gift of our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*We were the reason that He gave His life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were the reason that He suffered and died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To a world that was lost He gave all He could give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To show us the reason to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As the years went by we learned more about gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The giving of ourselves and what that means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On a dark and cloudy day a man hung crying in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All because of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All because of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I finally found the reason for living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s in giving every part of my heart to Him (every part to Him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And all that I do every word that I say (you know I’ll be saying)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’ll be giving my all just for Him, for Him (every thing for Him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are the reason that He gave His life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are the reason that He suffered and died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To a world that was lost He gave all He could give (all that he could give all)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To show us the reason to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;#He is the reason to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(don’t you know do you know the reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that he came, oh he came to save us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when he gave his life for us) he suffered and died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To a world that was lost He gave everything (everything that He had He gave)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To show us the reason to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;We Are the Reason. &amp;nbsp;A traditional Christmas song that my church would always sing at every annual Christmas service - and it is a song that always got me wondering each and every year about how it reflects the true spirit of Christmas. &amp;nbsp;As in the previous post, I had already expounded on how I enjoyed each and every Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gift exchange has always been traditionally associated with Christmas. &amp;nbsp;But while some have criticised the fact that it encourages materialism, it helps to encourage a very Christian value - the idea of giving. &amp;nbsp;It is in gift exchange that it reflects the characteristics of people - do they bother to personalise and think about what you want - really, or do they just get something generic (or even perhaps, cheap) and thus criticise the whole idea of gift exchange. &amp;nbsp;Our God has given us the greatest gift that would make any soul happy - that of His Son Jesus Christ. &amp;nbsp;This explains why one of the gifts that I still keep today is a Bible from my Publications teacher, Mrs Wong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts need not come in materialistic form - so long as you are able to give to him something, someone or some experience that he or she would treasure - that is one of the greatest gifts of all. &amp;nbsp;Go on, make someone happy this season. &amp;nbsp;Smile, it's Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-1777086048919546207?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/1777086048919546207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=1777086048919546207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/1777086048919546207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/1777086048919546207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-are-reason.html' title='We Are the Reason'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-4459713626265489520</id><published>2008-12-20T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:54:47.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit of the Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its the spirit of the season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can feel it the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can hear it if you listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everywhere so much care like a prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where ever it is you need to share it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its the spirit of the season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can hear it in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people smile as they pass you by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they day will be here soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dreams are dancing in the childrens eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hearts are singing bells are ringing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its the spirit of the season&lt;br /&gt;filling hearts with love and care&lt;br /&gt;like a shining star it glistens&lt;br /&gt;everywhere feeling care like a prayer&lt;br /&gt;where ever it is you need to share it&lt;br /&gt;its the spirit of the season&lt;br /&gt;its the spirit of the season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;snow is falling as you rush down town&lt;br /&gt;city seems to glow&lt;br /&gt;laughter raises with the happy sounds&lt;br /&gt;hearts are singingbells are ringing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its the spirit of the season&lt;br /&gt;filling hearts with love and care&lt;br /&gt;like a shining star it glistens&lt;br /&gt;everywhere feeling care like a prayer&lt;br /&gt;where ever it is you need to share it&lt;br /&gt;its the spirit of the season&lt;br /&gt;you can hear it in the air&lt;br /&gt;its the spirit of the season&lt;br /&gt;you can hear it in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just a pure coincidence that my Birthday happens to fall around the same period as Christmas - but this can be a good and a bad thing! &amp;nbsp; The spirit of Christmas is always an uplifting one - so it does not even take one much effort to make me happy - considering that there are already decorations, parades, carolling, everywhere! &amp;nbsp;But of course the bad thing is that wah-lao-unlike-others-i-have-a-two-in-one-promotion-for-presents. &amp;nbsp;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is rather exceptional - I kind of have everything I wanted. &amp;nbsp;I am blessed - I have a comfortable home, a circle of friends to rely on and a rather interesting vocation in the Army. &amp;nbsp;To add more feathers to the hat, experiences forged this year such as teaching at Barker and getting into SMU made it more memorable. &amp;nbsp;I also got an iPhone which really serves all the needs and wants I have! &amp;nbsp;So yea, God has blessed me overwhelmingly this year. &amp;nbsp;I cannot thank God for giving me a great group of people to trust and grow with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite touched by my platoon's and Staff Xavier's gesture in buying a cake on my birthday - in spite of whatever ongoing incidents had happened so far. &amp;nbsp;The many people who send me interesting greetings of all sorts - from Facebook to SMS to e-greetings (I cannot stop laughing at Darren's e-greeting for me). &amp;nbsp;For the first time ever, I had to mass reply people on Fb for sending me greetings while I was away in camp! &amp;nbsp;But it's worth thanking each and every one of them - for they have made the effort to also greet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is just heading around the corner - and cannot wait for several celebrations including that of the crappy gang, my ex-colleagues cum friends and the platoon's! &amp;nbsp;The spirit of the season is taking flight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-4459713626265489520?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/4459713626265489520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=4459713626265489520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/4459713626265489520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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attacks and Thailand protests bear a striking similarity - 'We will fight to the death'. &amp;nbsp;Yet both orchestra conductors have not considered their options carefully before resorting to this - that its repercussions are far more than a mere ripple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always admired how Thais were able to provide one of the friendliest services around. &amp;nbsp;How it provides a genuine and possess a certain warmth towards tourists - especially if you come from the ASEAN region. &amp;nbsp;But what it has just done - by closing one of Southeast Asia's most important airports meant closing themselves to the world. &amp;nbsp;It has certainly affected what the world thinks of Thailand and its people - and even if it reopens its gates once more, the world would not be sure if it is ready to open itself to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrorism is something that has taken a backseat for a while. &amp;nbsp;Not anymore. &amp;nbsp;For what had just happened signify the new face of terror in Asia - that it holds us desperate as their aims are not stated at times. &amp;nbsp;But what is certain is the people of Mumbai will rise up to the occasion. &amp;nbsp;Terrorism will not be the biggest problem in the 21st century anymore - for Man is definitely willing and able to go against all odds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-3235832215723652153?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/3235832215723652153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=3235832215723652153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/3235832215723652153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/3235832215723652153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2008/11/asia-mayhem.html' title='Asia Mayhem'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-1128559329915367997</id><published>2008-11-16T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:10:38.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT Crashed!</title><content type='html'>For the first time ever - my entire IT system crashed. &amp;nbsp;Yes people, the guy who can handle the setting up of projectors, design stuffs on the computer, etc - had its computer crashed. &amp;nbsp;If that's not enough, there goes my secondary school and JC collection of stuffs! &amp;nbsp;A part of me probably died with it. &amp;nbsp;And that's not all - the iPod and iPhone which are synced with the laptop can no longer sync as the Music Library is lost! &amp;nbsp;And even after sending my laptop for repair, I cannot download programs like MSN Messenger because of a suspected virus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I am so going to switch to a Mac once I have the capacity to do so cause I have enough of Windows and its viruses! &amp;nbsp;UUUUUUURRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! &amp;nbsp;There goes all my working files for Council, Publications, Straits Times, Line-IN, kidsREAD and teaching History!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I will be taking a break and flying off to Hong Kong this Friday. &amp;nbsp;Kind of looking forward to it because it is a great getaway from Army and all the mundane get-abouts in Singapore. &amp;nbsp;So until then, Adieu!&lt;div 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Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-4384950741237913258</id><published>2008-11-14T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:33:00.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing the Youngest Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SR1cwOoJtrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2b-ON3RUP44/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SR1cwOoJtrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2b-ON3RUP44/s320/DSC00063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quote that I always tried to understand in Primary School, but never actually did.  I doubt many others figured out anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SR1b2YDS3HI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jLn8dqLZyFw/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SR1b2YDS3HI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jLn8dqLZyFw/s320/DSC00038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Primary 1 teacher.  OMG.  It's been already like 13 years.  But she was the one who imposed the frightening personality of a teacher in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SR1cJav9YCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/lNOvpazaFVY/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SR1cJav9YCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/lNOvpazaFVY/s320/DSC00049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth, Marcus and I in our Primary 1 classroom.  Suddenly, it felt so small when I always regarded it as a big one in Primary School!  I think it's something that the Barker students never thought we would relate to each other.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SR1cc27CRXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/sK-OboN_bUk/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SR1cc27CRXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/sK-OboN_bUk/s320/DSC00072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the building itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it sad how as a result of our constraint for land, we often lack the heritage that can build a nation and where we can recall where we spent many of our days at? &amp;nbsp;After all, our old National Library was demolished for a road (a road.), others close for lack of financial viability, and now, my old primary school is going to be gone. &amp;nbsp;To be honest, it wasn't quite a memorable experience, because I can't remember any studying I did at all (haha, which explains my pathetic PSLE score?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there were plenty to remember as the walls tell its stories. &amp;nbsp;It was a place where I played all kind of stuffs with friends I know. &amp;nbsp;How my primary school best friends and I used to acted out as Power Rangers, and I accidentally hit his buck tooth (but both of them left at Primary 4 anyway, one was too gifted and sent away, another was going to some international primary school). &amp;nbsp;How we used to hang around during recess outside the library to play IBM TouchType game (the ones that as you type faster, you get to win better. &amp;nbsp;Maybe that explains my fast typing skills? &amp;nbsp;Heh). &amp;nbsp;How Mrs Cheong left the class crying and left us in a shock - thus having me to pacify her. &amp;nbsp;How my principal threatened to confiscate all the digimons, and put it behind the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't exactly remember spending my recess indoor (which many people think I do!), for I did really spend a great deal of time playing in the field and Monkey bar and what-have-you! &amp;nbsp;It was a very very fun period of time for me. &amp;nbsp;I think I really slacked so much that my Chinese foundation speaks for it. &amp;nbsp;Though I did manage to salvage it at PSLE and garnered an A for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But revisiting the place once more, when I am much bigger, much wiser and way different, I guess the place really needs a makeover. &amp;nbsp;It is quite worrying when the place you studied at has no change at all - other than cosmetic changes such as a whiteboard instead of a blackboard. &amp;nbsp;I still can remember how it felt very good to move from ACS (J) to ACS (Barker Road) - the latter being really the school of my dreams, literally. &amp;nbsp;Its facilities and the facade of the buildings were top notch, and it really made the learning environment more exciting to be in. &amp;nbsp;Of course, one can notice the fortune that ACS (BR) has when he moves on to ACJC - where facilities are comfortable, but found wanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's more important is the total experience created by people. &amp;nbsp;The reason why I can remember more of my ACS (BR) and ACJC days is the fact that the people were there, standing by me to create a more vivid &amp;nbsp;experience. &amp;nbsp;Although there were lots of drama, the people there did make a positive impact. &amp;nbsp;As opposed, I can't really remember being given the same opportunities in ACS (J) as I was given in Barker or JC. &amp;nbsp;Maybe perhaps, I was really too young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that the school is moving on - it is the closing of yet another chapter. &amp;nbsp;It's with my greatest prayer that ACS (BR) and ACJC do not suffer the same fate though time is likely to test the building. &amp;nbsp;But above all, the institutions should continue to uphold the values and create more memorable experiences for those who passes through its portals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-4384950741237913258?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/4384950741237913258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=4384950741237913258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/4384950741237913258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/4384950741237913258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2008/11/closing-youngest-chapter.html' title='Closing the Youngest Chapter'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcI4oypUJok/SR1cwOoJtrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2b-ON3RUP44/s72-c/DSC00063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-5142758037904385427</id><published>2008-11-02T16:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:49:58.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Musical</title><content type='html'>Somehow after watching the recent High School Musical in the theatres, it kind of resonants with my own personal school experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it may sound cheesy and all to associate with a particular Disney movie, but don't you think that our school experiences have been peppered with the same amount of trials and tribulations, yet sweetness in experiencing many firsts in our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone goes through the grind of O and A levels, but it is not the exams that we remember in our schooldays - though hey, it is what made school particularly stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what was actually the essence in making the schooldays so memorable were the people.&amp;nbsp; In fact, the buildings often tell many stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk down the corridor of my secondary school, and I would remember how I used to just sit there and stone outside my locker waiting for school to start.&amp;nbsp; Or how the school often go into a euphoria of noise when moving up and down between classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or journey through the factory-like college building, and we would notice how we illegally used our Council jackets to transport food around the school (yes, we councillors can be evil at times) or how we rushed various projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can never express how much gratitude and appreciation to the people who made those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's regrettable that we had tiffs and fights, some of tiffs and fights that I survived with them have made us stronger friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now looking back, I thank God that we managed to survive those times, and still meet up even through NS days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all in this together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-5142758037904385427?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/5142758037904385427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=5142758037904385427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/5142758037904385427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/5142758037904385427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2008/11/high-school-musical.html' title='High School Musical'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-2372946046743837402</id><published>2008-10-27T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:20:49.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace is sufficient for me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amazing grace, how sweet the sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That sav’d a wretch like me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I once was lost, but now am found,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was blind, but now I see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And grace my fears reliev’d;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How precious did that grace appear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The hour I first believ’d!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thro’ many dangers, toils and snares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have already come;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;’Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And grace will lead me home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lord has promis’d good to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His word my hope secures;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He will my shield and portion be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As long as life endures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And mortal life shall cease;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I shall possess, within the veil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A life of joy and peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sun forbear to shine;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But God, who call’d me here below,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will be forever mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing Grace. &amp;nbsp;A song that is often sung in many churches across the world and something that has been preached to me since my Barker days. &amp;nbsp;In fact, I was taught that we are often not where we are by our sheer effort, but by the Grace of God. &amp;nbsp;But more often than not, people still speak of 'thou-shall-nots', and frankly, while Moses' law is important in exposing our sins and showing directions to lead a Holy life, I believe that we cannot hold on to these laws - but believe that by God's Grace, the finished work of Jesus Christ has cleansed us of all our sins and is made perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Old Covenant's law is perfect - but Mankind was unable to live up to its standards. &amp;nbsp;It is because of such that God places a New Covenant (as proven in the book of Romans) such that through Jesus Christ, who is perfect, we are made perfect. &amp;nbsp;Only when we believe in Grace, can His blessings truly flown and overwhelm us in our lives. &amp;nbsp;Notice that the song 'Amazing Grace' does not focus on any of our own efforts, but by His blessings on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to put the Amazing back into Grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-2372946046743837402?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/2372946046743837402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=2372946046743837402&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2372946046743837402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2372946046743837402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2008/10/grace-is-sufficient-for-me.html' title='Grace is sufficient for me!'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-5349189182264710463</id><published>2008-10-18T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T23:03:11.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Economics 106</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;One of the things that I was disgusted at while learning economics is how it often assumes the worst of mankind. &amp;nbsp;Doesn't it bother you that it often assumes that Man is, by nature, selfish? &amp;nbsp;Because of such a fundamental assumption, it would lead us to naturally believe that the free market system is the most suitable one for the world. &amp;nbsp;After all, price would be dictated by both suppliers and buyers willingness and ability to pay for a certain product. &amp;nbsp;If so, why then had it led to such a volatile market situation? &amp;nbsp;Why has the free market - something that we have been studying as the 'most optimal' - failed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The situation is a result of induced fear - a fear level&amp;nbsp;orchestrated at a catastrophic level which is felt by people from all parts of the world. &amp;nbsp;Blame globalisation, perhaps, that led to many more markets to be vulnerable. &amp;nbsp;But had fear not been there in the first place, and in its place was a confidence of good things to come - perhaps things would not had been so bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Similarly in our day-to-day living with people, we must believe that we can bring out the best of situations. &amp;nbsp;When a catastrophic situation occur in relationships, it is natural of us to withdraw from people based on fear. But it should never had occurred in the first place. &amp;nbsp;For if we had faith, hope and love for that person, perhaps love would really lead us higher after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-5349189182264710463?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/5349189182264710463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=5349189182264710463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/5349189182264710463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/5349189182264710463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2008/10/economics-106.html' title='Economics 106'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-5677977683233923010</id><published>2008-09-28T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T01:40:02.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake me up when September ends</title><content type='html'>September is coming to an end soon, and it has already been six months in NS. &amp;nbsp;In just a wink (okay, not really just ONE wink, but lots of it!), I am about to finish my boatman course soon with just one exercise left! &amp;nbsp;In a way, it marks another pivotal point in NS itself - when we are finally operationally ready soldiers (these words sound scary. &amp;nbsp;The only thing good about being operationally ready is looking forward to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;perationally &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;eady &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;ate!). &amp;nbsp;It is quite a demanding course at times, but on hindsight, it has been a fun one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September is usually a month when I get all kiasu for the exams. &amp;nbsp;Yet, that feeling still lounges around even though I am no longer a student. &amp;nbsp;It is weird! &amp;nbsp;After having go through the yearly routine in school for 12 years, and then having a 'permanent' school holiday for two years - hmm, it just feels, different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been getting quite emo recently. &amp;nbsp;Recently, some people asked me whether I regretted making certain choices in life and whether I am unhappy about it. &amp;nbsp;It is extremely absurd that the question is even asked, as I am quite happy with where I am and what I am doing. &amp;nbsp;How I define mistake is how one does not learn anything out of the action committed. &amp;nbsp;In fact, I have always believed that in whatever endeavours that we undertake, we must have the support of God through prayers, who then answers through our family, our friends and us. &amp;nbsp;By God's Grace, we are where we are because He believes in providing the best for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question that popped up is whether I am unhappy about not being a commander. &amp;nbsp;I have never been unhappy about not being a commander even though many of my closest friends are - why should I? &amp;nbsp;Yes, I had led people in schools before and even on a national platform through IN Crowd. &amp;nbsp;But when it is time to step aside and let others, who are better to serve in a regimental organisation, then it's by God's Grace that we serve them. &amp;nbsp;God chooses His leaders at the right place and at the right time, and He has the best interest for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another that popped up is why am I doing Law at SMU, when there are many other choices available, including going overseas. &amp;nbsp;Do not get me mistaken - I always wanted to do a university education overseas. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to take three to four years off to learn more about other cultures, other habits and other doings. &amp;nbsp;But sometimes, I don't know whether I am being foolish, but the family and friends who have grown up with me here have binded me. &amp;nbsp;Three to four years away is a long time - even now when my closest friends are in NS, we still meet up every other week. &amp;nbsp;I still plan to go overseas, probably for a semester or two when given the opportunities (if not, I would work overseas for a year or two!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given the chance to either do Law at SMU or FASS at NUS (which is fully sponsored for, as I was awarded the FASS Undergrad Scholarship). &amp;nbsp;When I submitted the documents for applications, I make a pact with God - if you wanna put me in a dilemma, give me two&amp;nbsp;irresistible choices! &amp;nbsp;And yes, He did put me in that situation. &amp;nbsp;After many nights I pray (although it's not the Prince of Egypt kind!) and through seeking the counsel of family and close friends, the votes came in for Law. &amp;nbsp;Either way, both paved the way to my choice of wanting to be a lawyer, journalist or a teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not ever let mistakes condemn you, for if you believe that you can learn from these mistakes, you would benefit from it. &amp;nbsp;Reap the seeds you sow - even if it may be a bad one. &amp;nbsp;But be discerning and learn from it. &amp;nbsp;Maybe for once, you would realise that life is truly in one's hands, and may not be that complicated after all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-5677977683233923010?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/5677977683233923010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=5677977683233923010&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/5677977683233923010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/5677977683233923010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2008/09/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html' title='Wake me up when September ends'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-3124666524363528124</id><published>2008-09-20T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:23:44.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think I am extremely blessed in life. &amp;nbsp;Many said that I have been extremely lucky, but I think it's all due to God's Grace which has been ingrained since my Barker days. &amp;nbsp;I have come to realise that many of the things I have taken for granted are the things that many sought after, many seek to cherish - especially so when you have people from all walks of life in the Army. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes, I do not know how to express my gratitude for the people and things I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-3124666524363528124?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/3124666524363528124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=3124666524363528124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/3124666524363528124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/3124666524363528124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2008/09/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-3182761677404340611</id><published>2008-09-13T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T00:10:59.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the way</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder how democracies can fail us at times? &amp;nbsp;We have grown up with the idea that democracy is good and it's been always drilled in our heads all the time, but we often take it for granted. &amp;nbsp;Democracy is all about choices. &amp;nbsp;But what that translates to is the fact that it also empowers people the choice to be complacent, to take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong here - I am a full supporter of this whole idea of freedom. &amp;nbsp;I always believe in allowing people to have a choice and thus implemented proper channels and structures to allow that to happen (although people do not always seize it all the time). &amp;nbsp;But somehow, I feel that our people simply allow things to work the way it is because they have been used to it. &amp;nbsp;No one questions why things are done this way, and whether things can be done in a more effective manner - which I find a bit disturbing at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not let things work better for you and me? &amp;nbsp;Are we just too used that things are simply there in system?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-3182761677404340611?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/3182761677404340611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=3182761677404340611&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/3182761677404340611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/3182761677404340611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2008/09/way.html' title='the way'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-2791553992306204218</id><published>2008-09-07T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:24:08.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints in the sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You walked with me,&lt;br /&gt;Footprints in the sand,&lt;br /&gt;And helped me understand,&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm going,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walked with me,&lt;br /&gt;When I was all alone,&lt;br /&gt;With so much unknown,&lt;br /&gt;Along the way,&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard you say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm always there,&lt;br /&gt;When your heart is filled with sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;And despair, I'll carry you&lt;br /&gt;When you need a friend&lt;br /&gt;You'll find my footprints in the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see my life flash across the sky,&lt;br /&gt;So many times have I been so afraid.&lt;br /&gt;And just when I, I thought I lost my way,&lt;br /&gt;You gave me strength to carry on,&lt;br /&gt;That's when you say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you&lt;br /&gt;I'm always there&lt;br /&gt;When your heart is filled&lt;br /&gt;With sorrow and despair&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'll carry you&lt;br /&gt;When you need a friend&lt;br /&gt;You'll find my footprints in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you,&lt;br /&gt;Well I know you've been there,&lt;br /&gt;And I can feel you when you say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you&lt;br /&gt;I'm always there&lt;br /&gt;When your heart is filled&lt;br /&gt;With sadness and despair&lt;br /&gt;I'll carry you when you need a friend&lt;br /&gt;You'll find my footprints in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your heart is filled with&lt;br /&gt;Sadness and despair,&lt;br /&gt;I'll carry you when you need a friend&lt;br /&gt;You'll find my footprints in the sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I was thinking of this song when I was beaching my boat and saw a trail of footprints left behind on the beach. &amp;nbsp;Quite an awesome sight - which led me to think of that famous footprint story about God carrying us through the darkest moments of our lives. &amp;nbsp;Haha, did not really like that story being repeated so often throughout my 12 years of AC life - but it has newfound meaning after going into army.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;In all honesty, sometimes I feel a bit scared and insecure. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I feel comforted by the fact that the future ahead is very exciting. &amp;nbsp;I am looking forward to studying in SMU, looking forward to life after army, looking forward to even holidaying with friends once more; but there's a tinge of loneliness at times when you do not see the people you love to see everyday. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes, I regret not spending enough time with the people who I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I think that it is true that God sends us friends who are angels without wings. &amp;nbsp;And it's quite funny how I see some of them every other week with various idiosyncrasies that made them so lovable. &amp;nbsp;Although people like Darren always play pranks on me (mobilisation exercise right!), Clovis gets stressed up so easily, Yili always have a bad hair day, Calvin looks like it is going to be the end of the world, Daniel looks like he is going to migrate tomorrow, the BMT gang always seem so sianz and many others - it is kind of weird to not see them in a particular week. &amp;nbsp;They kind of give new meaning to life at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;In other news, I had already gotten myself an iPhone! &amp;nbsp;I think it has really made the world a much better place to live in, with the camera (although it sucks), iPod an phone functions all rolled into one device! &amp;nbsp;You should really get this awesome device man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-2791553992306204218?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/2791553992306204218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=2791553992306204218&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2791553992306204218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2791553992306204218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2008/09/footprints-in-sand.html' title='Footprints in the sand'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-5562280115732423621</id><published>2008-08-31T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:02:09.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye August!</title><content type='html'>It's been a rather eventful month, don't you think so? &amp;nbsp;August was a quick month, seeing the spectacular opening ceremony of the Beijing Olympics Games and our very own National Day and an array of activities happening in our very own lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kind of enjoying myself more in NS now with what I am doing - quite a cool vocation, driving boats! Although the Boat Coy has a reputation for being &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xiong&lt;/span&gt;, it is not so bad after all when you are actually outsea yourself. &amp;nbsp;Of course, launching and delaunching the boats suck (I am only in charge of handling stores, and it is bad enough!) but the experience is out of this world once outsea. &amp;nbsp;My PC and sergeants are quite extraordinary people as well...I think they are quite irritated with my psychomotor problem at times, but oh well. &amp;nbsp;I rather not get posted to anywhere else and just linger on here for a while more to finish this course with my coursemates. &amp;nbsp;The experience is simply, sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed my basic driving theory test! &amp;nbsp;YAY! &amp;nbsp;So now I can go on to conquer more streets and avenues if I am finally able to pass the Final Driving Theory Test and Practical Test. &amp;nbsp;Horrors. &amp;nbsp;I really hope to be able to get a driving licence soon - so that can get around more easily and drive the gang to places we cannot access via MRT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers' Day Celebrations are also over, and unfortunately I was not able to take any leave to see either Barker or ACJC teachers but wished them a Happy Teachers' Day anyway via SMS. &amp;nbsp;Somehow, even though I am no longer at either places, the people who have impacted me in one way or another still lingers on. &amp;nbsp;It doesn't feel that I was gone away from them for a long time, and I kind of miss them having around as teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clovis, Darren, Yili and I seem to get closer as a group, while being further apart. &amp;nbsp;Quite an oxymoron, but that's the vibes I have been getting. &amp;nbsp;Although one of them surprisingly got a boyfriend (obviously who right!) and each of us are busy (or rather, stoning with a 8-5 job) with NS, it kinds of feel tighter. &amp;nbsp;I guess that is how it is like when differences are reconciled and sorted out. &amp;nbsp;We are planning for another holiday and getaway soon! &amp;nbsp;One in either Taiwan or Bangkok, and another in Sentosa (LOL)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-5562280115732423621?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/5562280115732423621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=5562280115732423621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/5562280115732423621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/5562280115732423621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2008/08/goodbye-august.html' title='Goodbye August!'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-1718468568517800479</id><published>2008-08-01T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:47:15.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>red and white ramblings</title><content type='html'>National Day is around the corner and I cannot wait for the National Day break! &amp;nbsp;Haha, it's the first public holiday that I get to enjoy in like...three months, and probably have to wait another three months for the next public holiday. &amp;nbsp;But holiday aside, National Day always remain a poignant event for me. &amp;nbsp;My family and close friends know that I love watching the parades (I've been watching it every year on TV or 'live' since a K2 kid when I saw the march past!) - especially the fireworks segment and the theme songs! &amp;nbsp;I know almost every other national song there is, although someone beat me to knowing it in English and Chinese, while me, being monolingual most of the time, only know it in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess at 43, Singapore has indeed come a long way, made quite a few mistakes here and there, but still doing not too badly. &amp;nbsp;But while I thought that the by and large majority of Singaporeans were doing fine, as I had seen in AC and first three months during NS, it kind of disillusioned me and gave me a rather myopic view of what is really happening on the ground. &amp;nbsp;The past few weeks in NS, having conversations with some of my platoon mates taught me otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with the idea that the very least, most people are able to enjoy a shelter over their heads and have three square meals. &amp;nbsp;After all, in AC, the minimum standard is a HDB five-room flat and what-the-heck, some of them have Crystal Jade for breakfast. &amp;nbsp;But it was quite disheartening to hear about how some of my platoon mates having to start work at 12, support their unemployed parents who face not only financial difficulties, but health difficulties. &amp;nbsp;I did not know what to say in response to them. &amp;nbsp;After all, they kept harping on the fact that A-level holders are a prestigious lot. &amp;nbsp;What can you say to some of them if they rather forfeit booking out, just so that they would not tax their families? &amp;nbsp;What can you say to people who are ashamed to bring their parents out with them? &amp;nbsp;But it's true that these people are more hungry for success than people in my college, and I wish them every success in their endeavours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We keep perceiving Singapore as a modern city - but there's really a lot of rooms for improvement. &amp;nbsp;It's human tendency to compare Singapore to the country of visit when we are traveling. &amp;nbsp;We lack the renaissance spirit present in Paris and London. &amp;nbsp;We lack the busyness of Hong Kong (what the heck, we close Orchard Road at 9.30pm). &amp;nbsp;We lack the dynamism and fashionista shown in the people in Shanghai. &amp;nbsp;We lack the serenity in Tokyo. &amp;nbsp;Of course, our merits are commendable - which country lives in a garden (a pun on the Uniquely Singapore campaign)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it kind of shock my friends when I told them that I want to move overseas for a few years. &amp;nbsp;But if no one is expose themselves to what's happening outside the world, and really think that we are all that modern and a great society, Singapore can possibly move into a decline with the lack of talent pool. &amp;nbsp;And 43 is a dangerous age, for when we reach the 50-mark, it's a time to reflect and strategise how to move our community. &amp;nbsp;Otherwise, the 'great' city will be the next Venice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, this is where I grow up in, where many happy and sad memories are forged and where my family and friends will always be. &amp;nbsp;This is Singapore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-1718468568517800479?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/1718468568517800479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=1718468568517800479&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/1718468568517800479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/1718468568517800479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2008/08/red-and-white-ramblings.html' title='red and white ramblings'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-2954105106751181171</id><published>2008-07-25T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T21:30:25.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>rock bottom becomes my solid foundation</title><content type='html'>I have been doing lots of thinking recently, reflecting and even re-organising the ways that I have been doing things. &amp;nbsp;No doubt that many of the values and practices that I have used in the past were - in a way - successful, and by God's grace, reaped results. &amp;nbsp;But even in spite of practising these, I don't know, everything just simply seems messy lately. &amp;nbsp;In a way, this is by far the most rock bottom I have been. &amp;nbsp;The words of J K Rowling, and what she said at Harvard Convocation, keeps ringing whenever I am kind of depressed, "rock bottom soon became my solid foundation upon which I rebuilt my life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only motivation that I have lately is to survive each week to see my family and friends. &amp;nbsp;Yes, the past few months have made me endeared them and I kind of treasure every moment spent with them. &amp;nbsp;Even the car rides that I used to take for granted in school life, yet how others envy today. &amp;nbsp;Then there are the friends, whom I had told Yili once, who I look to for a 'sense of inner security, where I feel a sense of warmth and comfort in spite of the many arguments, disappointments and nonsense that we have to thrive through'. &amp;nbsp;You learn to love them, hate them and crap with them - but most of all, cherish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kind of tired and worn down. &amp;nbsp;I am tired of the way certain things are done and how subdued I have become lately. &amp;nbsp;Perhaps it is the fact of meeting too many different people in such a short time span, but I have really become more withdrawn from people. &amp;nbsp;I just do not enjoy meeting strangers anymore - even if I know your name but do not know your heart. &amp;nbsp;There is no stability at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-2954105106751181171?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/2954105106751181171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=2954105106751181171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2954105106751181171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2954105106751181171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2008/07/rock-bottom-becomes-my-solid-foundation.html' title='rock bottom becomes my solid foundation'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-3927325718561495982</id><published>2008-07-20T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T13:38:26.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>refresh</title><content type='html'>I guess it was timely for this blog to change its layout, after having gone through the previous layout for like three years.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what's happening to me lately, feeling just as breathless as ever even though I am not doing anything.  My doc's appointment is on the Aug 5, but yet I feel that I should see him no more than ever.  Breathlessness attacks just happen even though I am in the bunk doing nothing.  There is no psychological explanation for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-3927325718561495982?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/3927325718561495982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=3927325718561495982&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/3927325718561495982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/3927325718561495982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2008/07/refresh.html' title='refresh'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-4746252809944219070</id><published>2008-07-10T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:51:10.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing!</title><content type='html'>Shit la, I am missing a hell lot of people and things and events while stoning during duty!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss being in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Tekong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with all my section mates going through all kinda sai-kangs put forth by Orion, and being busy even till the last day.  Yes, they kept lying to us that after this event, it will be easier for us...but it never did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss being in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;ACS (Barker Road)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, waking up at 6am and then walking up the slope and seeing all kinda students, then seeing everyone in the staffroom being in stone mood, staring at the comp screen till 7.20am and for class to start at 7.50am.  Everyday was a damn fun day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss being in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shanghai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - OMG SHANGHAI - with Darren, Clovis, Yili and Priscilla.  Even Sentosa was nowhere near the Shanghai experience!  I dream about it every now and then, and think of it almost all the time while stoning in NS!  Haiz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss doing all the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;media related stuffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!  In both Barker and ACJC, I really liked creating and meeting deadlines for my editorial team, and seeing it go to print.  Each Line-IN and acsday made me damn happy!  And making videos with Darren, wah, that experience is an experience in itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Studying is much more fun than NS, at least it makes use of your brains!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-4746252809944219070?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/4746252809944219070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=4746252809944219070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/4746252809944219070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/4746252809944219070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2008/07/missing.html' title='Missing!'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-4503994053000535045</id><published>2008-07-07T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T17:07:08.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Quizzical</title><content type='html'>I read with great interest when Ignatitus Low shared his accounts of meeting up with his old friends in 'High School Quizzical' in The Sunday Times.  It kinda struck a chord with me - especially given the amount of time you are allowed to stone and reflect in NS - about moving forward.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realise that in the passage of time, we do meet many people who tend to be there just for a momentarily phase and then quickly move out.  But the people who stay with you throughout are likely those who have probably seen you in the best and worst moment and the people who you hated during arguments, but probably loved at all other times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You do realise like what Ignatitus wrote, 'it's amazing how people can recall the funniest details from incidents that happened in school so long ago'.  Whenever I meet up with various groups of people, we share all sorts of weird and unique experiences that we remember - right down to its quirky details.  Good people, bad people - we all love them for the sake of old times' sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I guess we do want as many people to stay in our lives for as much time as possible.  Even though the possibility of starting a career and family would cause us to be more defensive about things, we certainly want them to accompany through many more joyous and dark moments ahead.  Hopefully, by God's grace, such do happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-4503994053000535045?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/4503994053000535045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=4503994053000535045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/4503994053000535045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/4503994053000535045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2008/07/high-school-quizzical.html' title='High School Quizzical'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-5708784709225151327</id><published>2008-07-07T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:55:15.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cultured City?</title><content type='html'>It was quite interesting to read The Sunday Times article in its lifestyle section which reports on how Singaporeans were inappropriately dressed at all kinda venues and adhering to only one norm - beachwear, which is a faux pas in many of these places (aptly titled, 'Sloppy Singapore', July 6 08).  Coincidentally, when I met up with my ex-colleagues in Barker just the day before, we were also discussing how Singaporeans are amongst the worst dressed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It kind of disgusts me how many used our weather as an excuse to be dressed in beachwear all the time.  Seriously, how many of them actually stay outdoor for more than ten minutes?  Most would quickly shelter themselves in the polar regions otherwise known as our shopping centres and weather can never be a reason for their choice of clothes at all.  Is the summer in Tokyo, London and New York any colder than our summer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It does not bother me if our people choose to wear such in the heartland areas - but what kind of image are you projecting about Singapore and yourself if you choose to wear such to downtown areas, performances and gosh, even the posh restaurants and hotels?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all only boils down to one factor:  laziness.  Seriously our people can take more effort into dressing up appropriately, how hard can it be to put on a decent shirt and a pair of jeans?  In order for us to truly evolve into a modern and so-called cultured city, I guess we seriously need to start from the basics.  Never mind that the courtesy campaign has failed to put the message across for so many years - let us start from the way we choose to project ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If Shanghai and Beijing can grow up and evolve to be a fashionable city in less than 50 years, I do not see why our people cannot do the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-5708784709225151327?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/5708784709225151327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=5708784709225151327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/5708784709225151327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/5708784709225151327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2008/07/cultured-city.html' title='Cultured City?'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-1443929922027715777</id><published>2008-06-29T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T00:46:46.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take my breath away</title><content type='html'>I have been suffering from quite bad breathlessness and unable to really regulate my heartbeat and breathing properly in recent times.   Although it can be partially blamed on my asthma, I don't know, this is a problem that I have never faced before.  It was kinda like the problem I have while in Barker and JC, where my whole body just suddenly goes numb and I kinda feel that my heartbeat has kinda frozen on something. But this is worse.  Even when I am sitting down typing this, I am trying to struggle to regulate my breathing.  I really don't know.  I am kinda scared of it - scared of losing my friends and loved ones should anything happen.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just hope that this is just a momentarily thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-1443929922027715777?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/1443929922027715777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=1443929922027715777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/1443929922027715777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/1443929922027715777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2008/06/take-my-breath-away.html' title='take my breath away'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-1917922805207192896</id><published>2008-06-01T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T17:16:06.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Windows of Opportunities</title><content type='html'>Isn't it interesting how when everything seems to be depressing, but bang, suddenly God opens up windows of opportunities for you?  I was reading this devotion from the Daily Bread one day and the story intrigues me.  At a particular graduation ceremony, the Guest-of-Honour interestingly told the crowd, "if I could have one hope for you as you go out into the world, I hope you fail.  I hope that you fail at something that is important to you."  Imagine being told that at your graduation ceremony.  Wow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he goes on to say how he encountered many failures, and how he learned to see failure as an effective teacher instead.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mountains of faith arise from valleys of failures &lt;/span&gt;- In our desperation and cries, God's grace is more than sufficient for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am beginning to get more used to this military life - not that I exactly love it, but we can only make the best out of the situation, right?  In my post 2010 life, it is interesting.  Just to survive through a day's worth of training, I just need to think of a few things to continue worth living for, and one of it is being able to study in SMU Law.  It is so exciting that I can sleep late just thinking about it...until NUS offered me a scholarship if I studied at FASS!  When we were young, we kept joking about being paid to study - true enough, NUS has such a thing, they pay you $300 every month to study!  (with tuition fees already covered for)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truly His blessings overflow and I cannot describe the feeling.  Windows of opportunities keep opening up and you realise that nothing can get you down as God always plant seeds to build you up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-1917922805207192896?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/1917922805207192896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=1917922805207192896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/1917922805207192896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/1917922805207192896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2008/06/windows-of-opportunities.html' title='Windows of Opportunities'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-7315202712426920085</id><published>2008-05-19T11:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:09:40.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='army'/><title type='text'>I don't wanna live an army life.</title><content type='html'>People have been asking me why have I not been blogging for the longest time ever, but it's really due to the fact that I really really do not have any time to even sit in front of the computer and type a proper entry since 9 April!  Haha, impossible you say, but when you are faced with Remedial Training (or what my coy mates call, Recruits Torture) every week just so that I can reach the 216cm mark for SBJ and deprived of Saturday nights, you really really need to know how to time manage as effectively as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks have been quite an experience.  If I were to say anything positive out of it, then it's probably the fact that I did a lot of things I thought I could not do before.  Yes, very cheesy, but there are a lot of things that I wished I did not had to do anyway.  But somehow, I do not know whether I am pushing too much, cause my body seems to be breaking down.  Not too good when you have a relapse of asthma attacks so many times in a year, when you have not had those for quite a number of years since childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing a lot of thinking and it has really made me how dependent I am on people and vulnerable I am.  Not only am I dependent very much on my family, but on a few friends.  Seriously, all I need to recover to my usual self is just one night out with them and I will feel extremely happy.  Like what my section mate Jeremy said, 'you feel extremely happy with them that you do not want to leave'.  I am missing a lot of people, but there are only so much time during book out.  If I could, I would want to meet everyone I know!　But alas, there are only a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope life becomes easier after this.  I just finished field camp and all, and it was quite an experience.  I just don't want to go through it again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-7315202712426920085?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/7315202712426920085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=7315202712426920085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/7315202712426920085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/7315202712426920085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-dont-wanna-live-army-life.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna live an army life.'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-2433122812399163054</id><published>2008-04-06T15:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T15:40:49.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks for the memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;In three words, I can sum up everything I've learned about life:  life goes on&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it interesting how everything can be so smooth sailing, and bang, your life boat hits an iceberg and suddenly, everything goes off course?  It is during such times, that you really really wish, that you can just dock at any convenient berth possible.  Don't get me wrong here - it is not that I am not confident of myself under trials, temptations and testings, because I believe that whatever it is, God will see us through it for He has promised us that we do not need to go through such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is just that whenever on hindsight - I wish that I could still be on that route travelling smoothly.  Contrary to popular beliefs, I do not need to be on a Superstar Virgo to be happy - I just want to be on a typical bumboat that travels up and down Singapore River and still feel good about its journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's life - we enter different phases all the time.  In just over 48 hours, I will switch from sai-kang warrior for my students to a sai-kang warrior for my country.  Am I looking forward to it?  Why not?  Many recent events, people and things force me to rethink of being the caring bastard.  It is not that I am sick and tired of helping people - I just want a break.  Like a sentence, I need those commas in my life, but I definitely do not want that many full stops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the past few months have definitely been an interesting wild ride, and I certainly relish the time of my life.  Yup, it may be an emotional roller coaster at times, but I sure do enjoy it.  It was only in the past few months that I realise who can be the pillars of support.  Like what I told some friends, "I realise the people who you give of your best to gives back the least, while the people who you give of the least to, gives back the most".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is true of my students - though yes, I devote care and attention to them, the care I offered to them is just the tip of an iceberg, but yet some of them offered so much.  I am often proud of classes like 1A2 and 1B1 and often tell my friends about the simple acts they do - the thank-you cards and gifts.  Whenever I look back and see those photos, somehow, it just evokes feelings of gladness.  No, I am not being an emo freak here, but try experiencing their suanings, jokes and witty behaviours - and how some of them cried on the last lesson - and you just cannot find words to describe that experience.  Yes, there were tough times, including having to stay up with the sec 3 geog boys till late at night - but it was worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My colleagues were just as interesting and supportive.  John Chao and Darren Chiam would step in when necessary - and even John Chao's jokes can be quite funny at times.  People like Ben, Sing Ee, Vijay, Samantha and Marcus can be such great friends and really grew a lot with people like them around, while being with people like Ollie really enriches your learning curve.  I am always thankful for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past few months also saw my Barker friends being an even more supportive group of pals.  People like Calvin (the only free person who bums around the past few months!) often lent listening ears to my problems.  Although we are never fated to run (don't know why so suey, can have track resurfacing project OR a heavy downpour whenever we want to run), I really enjoyed doing stupid things with him the past few months (suntanning in Sentosa).  People like Daniel Beh, HAIZ, CANNOT READ ENGLISH!  While other people like Daniel Sia and Glenn Chau...well, thanks for the care.  Even the juniors and former staff - Alexis Ho, Samad, Wesley and Wen Yao - they really know how to make one's day at times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks also have to go to Yili, Clovis, Darren, Glenn, Shu Hui and Priscilla.  Aaron and Kai Quan, thanks for being there to see me through tough times man; while I grow in faith with Ren Kiat I guess.  Special mention also goes to Min Er who has been giving me tremendous support for everything.  This group of friends will always remain in my prayers - and I really pray that God always give them the wisdom, strength and necessary guidance and care for each other.  I guess I hope they will still be happy in whatever they do and wherever they go.  And I am very sure that I can count on my own family in the months ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has really been a fun and enriching life the past few months.  But it is time to move on, and life goes on.  This is probably my last post in a long, long, long time.  And even though Mr Lynn spoke about how I have this 'sunshine personality that puts a smile on everyone around him' in my testimonial, I guess it has dawn onto me that the sun has to set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To whoever who have been there for me in all kinds of moments - happy, sad, angry or pissed - I thank you.  And do not worry about me cause I will definitely take good care of myself, and I trust God will also help me.  Just take good care of yourself, be happy and smile as much as you can!  Even though the sun has set, the sun will definitely shine one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-2433122812399163054?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/2433122812399163054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=2433122812399163054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2433122812399163054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2433122812399163054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2008/04/thanks-for-memories.html' title='thanks for the memories'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-5902751384046571051</id><published>2008-04-03T23:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T23:52:40.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ACSBR Colleagues!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/R_T9Fv5m3II/AAAAAAAAADU/SyDl-mwtw18/s1600-h/P1000990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/R_T9Fv5m3II/AAAAAAAAADU/SyDl-mwtw18/s320/P1000990.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185047346209545346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/R_T8kf5m3HI/AAAAAAAAADM/F8sGt1jqjVE/s1600-h/P1000989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/R_T8kf5m3HI/AAAAAAAAADM/F8sGt1jqjVE/s320/P1000989.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185046774978894962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/R_T8Dv5m3GI/AAAAAAAAADE/9a-TpBX0N0o/s1600-h/P1000987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/R_T8Dv5m3GI/AAAAAAAAADE/9a-TpBX0N0o/s320/P1000987.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185046212338179170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-5902751384046571051?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/5902751384046571051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=5902751384046571051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/5902751384046571051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/5902751384046571051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2008/04/acsbr-colleagues.html' title='ACSBR Colleagues!'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/R_T9Fv5m3II/AAAAAAAAADU/SyDl-mwtw18/s72-c/P1000990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-3003260905505734197</id><published>2008-03-30T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:40:33.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One life.</title><content type='html'>"What is your dream?" - this was one of the many interview questions when I did my SMU law interview yesterday.  I must admit that my interviewers did provoke me to think about all the possibilities and boundaries of questions and answers, and they are the sharpest people yet - I have not seen any teacher or friend who is able to identify the flaws with my statements with such ease!  But the question that really struck me was that question.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I respect people who have great dreams and great ambitions - people who want to be a millionaire like what my students said (and they add on, "so that they can slack and let people earn for them"), people who want to open a MNC and people who want to care for the people in the Third World countries.  "My dream is just to touch at least one life.  I believe that by impacting that one life, we are able to make a lot of differences and create changes for a lifetime.  If we are able to reach out for just that one heart, he or she would then be able to make a difference too".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My rationale has always been simple - after doing so many community projects and being involved in so many CCAs - I realise that all it takes to leave an impression and make a place better is just to touch and change one life.  It is impossible that your action can touch and change everybody - try doing that and you are indeed a fantastic teacher.  But if you are able to just do it to one person, you have made the difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem with us is that it is often more difficult said than done.  I always wanted to be the excellent teacher when I was teaching at ACS (Barker Road), and much as I was able to impact some of my students' lives, others definitely hate me for doing some things that I did to them.  Let's not talk about that many people then - even the friends I hold closest to me, it can be a great challenge to help them at times.  That is when I start wondering why the people whom I give of my best to, are the people who give back the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so tiring to the point that I wanted to just shut myself out of this world.  Yes, it can be tiring to be friends too.  But I realised through a Sunday service that in so doing, aren't we then giving up on our dreams?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-3003260905505734197?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/3003260905505734197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=3003260905505734197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/3003260905505734197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/3003260905505734197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-life.html' title='One life.'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-6697820346724874058</id><published>2008-03-21T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T23:19:17.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the business of people</title><content type='html'>It's strange how teachers are in what they call, the 'people's business', people who are responsible for producing and moulding characters.  Yet the very people who we find the hardest to mould are those closest to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-6697820346724874058?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/6697820346724874058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=6697820346724874058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/6697820346724874058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/6697820346724874058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2008/03/business-of-people.html' title='the business of people'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-1617649027165566129</id><published>2008-03-10T14:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T14:44:53.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='results'/><title type='text'>chill out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/R9TY3-Zx8qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/X7noLBQTrXA/s1600-h/P1000952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/R9TY3-Zx8qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/X7noLBQTrXA/s320/P1000952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176000327911076514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/R9TYJOZx8pI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6bVEJPM8dmY/s1600-h/P1000950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/R9TYJOZx8pI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6bVEJPM8dmY/s320/P1000950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175999524752192146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/R9TXU-Zx8oI/AAAAAAAAACs/rCjVy1D3WcA/s1600-h/P1000943+%286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/R9TXU-Zx8oI/AAAAAAAAACs/rCjVy1D3WcA/s320/P1000943+%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175998627104027266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/R9TTZuZx8nI/AAAAAAAAACk/RRbk0O7nmCA/s1600-h/ACSBR-2008+%2848%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/R9TTZuZx8nI/AAAAAAAAACk/RRbk0O7nmCA/s320/ACSBR-2008+%2848%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175994310661894770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/R9TSpeZx8mI/AAAAAAAAACc/ib4Z2MXMyVo/s1600-h/ACSBR-2008+%2843%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/R9TSpeZx8mI/AAAAAAAAACc/ib4Z2MXMyVo/s320/ACSBR-2008+%2843%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175993481733206626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/R9TRv-Zx8lI/AAAAAAAAACU/KqIdBV6QkFs/s1600-h/ACSBR-2008+%2817%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/R9TRv-Zx8lI/AAAAAAAAACU/KqIdBV6QkFs/s320/ACSBR-2008+%2817%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175992493890728530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finished my stint at ACS (Barker Road), and boy, what a blessing it was!  I kinda felt very satisfied teaching the boys, even though some of them can get extremely difficult at times and make you feel so fed up...but how they are able to cheer you up at the end of the day, simply put in you a feeling which is indescribable.  I was especially touched by how 1B1 specially made me a trophy engraved with my name and all and says, 'Best Teacher Award'.  But what really impacted me was how the students reacted to my departure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost in every class, upon showing a tribute video which I made to them, would there be one or two students breaking down.  This is something I did not expect in a boy school, lest my alma mater, but I guess these are perhaps, signs from God.  I never thought I would enjoy being in the 'people's business' so much - yes, the pay often does not justify the amount of work put in, but these boys often make you want to go the extra mile for them, to touch hearts, empower minds and enrich souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The satisfaction was so overwhelming, that perhaps, it overwhelmed all anxieties of the A Level Results that day.  There were trials and problems which I had to go through at the school, but the amount of compliments that came in after that - allowed me to know that by the Grace of God, I have touched and changed at least one life.  1A2 and 1B1 even made me Good Luck cards for A Level Results - something which I am truly heartened by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am happy by my A Level Results (A for H2 Geography, Economics and H1 GP; B for H2 Maths, H1 Lit, H1 PW; C for H1 Chinese) - but what really made my day that day was my departure from the boys.  How these boys were the ones who touched and changed my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-1617649027165566129?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/1617649027165566129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=1617649027165566129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/1617649027165566129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/1617649027165566129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2008/03/chill-out.html' title='chill out!'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/R9TY3-Zx8qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/X7noLBQTrXA/s72-c/P1000952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-7248460535696875328</id><published>2008-02-08T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T11:12:14.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Barker Kiddos!</title><content type='html'>Teaching over the past six weeks has been absolutely fantastic!  I never thought I would say this and all, but I have since grown so attached to the students that sometimes ah, what they do and say are getting into me (haha, Glenn Yong will know what I am trying to say).  Of course they will never replace my group of best and close friends&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lah&lt;/span&gt;...but if they are not around, my students are the ones who replace them in putting smiles, making me laugh and sometimes...make me so angry until can vomit and have nose bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, they are the ones who are able to teach me more than what I can give them...to put it in a very cheesy manner, they are the ones who make me a better person.  I'm teaching like all kinds of people from all walks of life - some may be spoilt, some may be humble, others simply trying to act cool.  But how each and every one of them came into my life is perhaps God's greatest blessing, especially since most of my group of best and close friends entered &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;the other side&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1A2 may talk too much, but they are a nice bunch!  1B1 is my most memorable class - "I complain to Mr Qiu about you all ah!" "But we are speaking to Mr Chew now!" (and I thought Darren, Aaron, Clovis, Glenn, Yili and Ren Kiat broke my lame-o-meter).  1E2 - wah lao, my noisiest Sec 1 class, but some of them really have genuine potential to succeed!  2A2 - don't know what's with them and racist jokes.  2B3 - HAIZ, WHOLE DAY CHETTIAR!  2E1  - they really upsize the meaning of being cute.  2E2 - I always felt bad to this class for punishing them quite harshly - but they are a damn nice bunch of kids who can make you laugh so much, you don't know what you are teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe like what Aaron and Sing Ee said, I should really consider teaching.  I am so attached to these kids...I would probably like break down on my last lesson with each and every class lah!  And there are only like what, 4 weeks left?  Man...if only they allow me to serve my NS with MOE instead of MINDEF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-7248460535696875328?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/7248460535696875328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=7248460535696875328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/7248460535696875328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/7248460535696875328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-barker-kiddos.html' title='My Barker Kiddos!'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-679673593767941454</id><published>2008-01-21T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T22:11:30.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enriching Souls</title><content type='html'>I guess in my new job, it has opened a vista of new perspectives for me - new areas which I have never seen before and having to weather through every storm that life throws at me.  It has not been easy - yes - but I guess I am convinced that I have put in my best, and that with God's help and that of my colleagues, we are able to help each and every individual achieve their potential.  Nonsensical as it sounds - I really really hope that their attitude towards life and work can change.  That is what experience at my workplace is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I look forward to at the end of the day is calls from my long lost friends!  Haha, not exactly long lost, but it feels VERY different when you don't have your usual kakis to crap with.  Although there are still some out here, and the girls are also here, it just feels very project-work-lecture-mood-lah.  Perhaps it is really a test of distance...somehow, I feel closer to them than when they were on mainland Singapore.  Without these calls, I would be damn moody to start the next day lor!   They are just my favourite kakis lah.  Although I keep kidding with them - "eh, you okay or not?!  I prepared your eulogies just in case you need it!" - I worry with my other friends about them...whether we get to see them in one piece.  Haiz.  I miss them.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they have been gone...life has to go on right?  =x  I have been meeting up with my other friends to re-affirm ties whenever I can commit.  Somehow, it still feels more like a holiday even though I am working (eh, I still commit 110% to my work hor!).  The only two things I have yet to do is to play pool and mahjong!  I bought my newest, most favourite (for the time being) tech device!  Have been extremely happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-679673593767941454?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/679673593767941454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=679673593767941454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/679673593767941454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/679673593767941454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2008/01/enriching-souls.html' title='Enriching Souls'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-8954265936441823445</id><published>2008-01-07T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T19:36:18.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You're Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/R4IHocZa1aI/AAAAAAAAACM/i9dUZJpTEvU/s1600-h/Shanghai+2008+240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/R4IHocZa1aI/AAAAAAAAACM/i9dUZJpTEvU/s320/Shanghai+2008+240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152689315064239522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess one of the hardest things that one ever has to do in his or her lifetime would be to bid goodbye.  Be it in death or overseas trip, it is kind of a rite of life that one has to go through all the time.  Many of you who know me personally would know me to be an especially emo person, perhaps due to the fact that I've been in an All-Boy School environment for 12 years and thus grow up in an even more sensitive environment.  But this time, I tried to resist my emotions as much as possible, as one of my friends said, "it may cause them unhealthy psychological pains".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is extremely hard to say goodbye or tell them that I will miss them.  I tried, but every time I try, there is this mystical force which holds me back - call it ego or whatsoever - and my eyes will simply well up in tears.  Yes, it is true that the people I have to say goodbye to may not necessarily be my family members, or holds a relationship status.  Critics claim that I am too emotional that it affects other aspects of my life.  But it's all not true.  They have been my close friends, friends who I have spent the better times of 2006-2008 with, friends who I have burst out my horrible temper with (last seen with Publications and its teachers) and friends who I can really count on for support.  I have even told my students, "I will never get angry with you, the only people who I get angry with are my close friends.  They are the only ones worth being angry at".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I think of it - I think of every individual who has touched and changed my life in their unique and special ways.  My Barker friends - people like Clement who have seen me through all 12 years in AC and my neighbour throughout; then there's Daniel, who often seen me in my worst and the best.  Then there are people like Louis who are already in, yet still makes the effort to meet up when possible (BEIJING!).  Then there is the other group of friends who have really grew up with me in the past 2 years.  Darren bore the worst of my temper, yet he has this uncanny way of making people feeling guilty without even saying it - and making people laugh as though there is no tomorrow.  Clovis always like to act tough.  Enough said.  Aaron another emo pal, Glenn who no one can ever get angry with.  The only thing I hate them for is them being able to establish friendships which I may cherish too much.  It is extremely hard to say it, eye to eye, I will miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always told my committees, whichever ones I am heading, that we must do Forward Planning, moving towards the future.  What I never told them was that we must always look back at our past.  The last I got emotional about something, it was about ACS (Barker Road).  Things did change, in fact, a lot - but the emotions are still there - the love for an organisation that never goes away.  That is what I hope and pray will similarly happen to my friends.  That even though 2 years may pass, the emotions are still there, that of brotherly friendship just as love for the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it will be difficult in the coming weeks to adjust to the fact that they are no longer there to play pool with you, go bowling with you, eat with you, laugh with you, you getting angry at them, you being disappointed in them, you trusting them, you confiding in them.  But so long and as long it is in God's plans, I am sure that the best is yet to be.  Who knows?  Perhaps after army, we will be better friends.  Meanwhile, thanks for the memories, thanks for simply being friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;And when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make it OK&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-8954265936441823445?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/8954265936441823445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=8954265936441823445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/8954265936441823445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/8954265936441823445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-youre-gone.html' title='When You&apos;re Gone'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/R4IHocZa1aI/AAAAAAAAACM/i9dUZJpTEvU/s72-c/Shanghai+2008+240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-8275887974444623140</id><published>2007-12-16T18:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T19:01:00.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sandwiched too</title><content type='html'>Ya know, sometimes it can be really difficult to carry out roles simultaneously.  On one hand, you are supposed to be say, a Leader, a President, a Chairman or a Captain of an organisation, and on the other hand, you are supposed to be a friend too.  One may choose to make their friends happy, but must be mindful about the need to exemplify the very principles you share with your members, otherwise you are being a hypocritical leader.  It is this, which led me to a dilemma recently, as I needed to protect the interest of a group, yet made one of my best friends unhappy at the same time.  I am not a moral police - yes - but I see it as a duty as a friend to be part of their journey, to grow and mature with them; even if it means making them angry and frustrated at times, some life lessons are best taught between friends, than in the workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has never been in my principles to just stay loyal blindly.  Yes, I will remain loyal, but once certain boundaries are crossed, I may seem to get angry, the other side of me, but I will express it in a nice way.  What saddens me is if my friends refuse to acknowledge or talk about it, leaving me with no choice to communicate at all.  It's not like I do not treasure them, cos if I do not, I would not even bother talking to them.  I do not just want to be party friends, I want to be real friends who can accompany a lifetime; through the mountains and rift valleys of life.  My confidants tell me, "why bother if they don't treasure you?".  Yes, this thought has always been bugging me, but then like another of my confidants said, "some friendships are hard to get, value those you treasure".  Question is:  what if the other party doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for the friends who have accompanied me on whatever difficult journeys, including this one, but I really hope for a reconciliation - it's not so much of finger-pointing, but how you want to move on from here?  I am so confused and tired about it already.  But it is so hard to be angry and frustrated cause I value his/her friendship.  If I did not value, I would not even bother thinking about the problem, thinking about solutions, thinking about what went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only he/she will listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-8275887974444623140?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/8275887974444623140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=8275887974444623140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/8275887974444623140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/8275887974444623140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2007/12/sandwiched-too.html' title='sandwiched too'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-8536167855762164623</id><published>2007-12-14T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T21:58:06.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>st. francis of assisi - 13th century</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="bigcap"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;&lt;br /&gt;where there is hatred, let me sow love;&lt;br /&gt;where there is injury, pardon;&lt;br /&gt;where there is doubt, faith;&lt;br /&gt;where there is despair, hope;&lt;br /&gt;where there is darkness, light;&lt;br /&gt;and where there is sadness, joy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;O Divine Master,&lt;br /&gt;grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;&lt;br /&gt;to be understood, as to understand;&lt;br /&gt;to be loved, as to love;&lt;br /&gt;for it is in giving that we receive,&lt;br /&gt;it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,&lt;br /&gt;and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-8536167855762164623?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/8536167855762164623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=8536167855762164623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/8536167855762164623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/8536167855762164623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2007/12/st-francis-of-assisi-13th-century.html' title='st. francis of assisi - 13th century'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-2427409951839421200</id><published>2007-11-18T19:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T20:37:16.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>listening to grace</title><content type='html'>Ever had one thing which you wish to turn back clock and do things differently?  For me - having to sit through Church today and listening to today's sermon made me reflect on one of my biggest regrets I made this year of having to mediate a war that shouldn't be mediated at all.  I guess what he said was true...feelings are allowed and in fact encouraged to be voiced out, but actions need to be restrained and we must always remember how to empathise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this great war happened, it was between people of my inner circle so it was natural for me to 'kaypo' and step in to solve the problem.  After all, if it persists, it will be worse right?  While trying to mediate, I was too quick to pass a judgment on my closest friend that I forgotten to empathise with him.  I guess I gave him too many, 'you should do this, you should do that' without actually listening to him.  Aiya, I felt like an asshole for even lecturing him about 'what you shouldn't do'.  I guess I failed as a friend in that aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we all need time to cool off after problems happen...and we need time to cool off even from our closest friends.  I was too quick to hasten the recovery process...that I guess I actually made problems worse for them.  I prayed over it before, and even though the advice was to 'let go and let God', I still intervened.  Shucks, if only I listened to what was answered to me.   It's quite unfortunate that their relationships soured, and almost antagonising my friendships with them too.  If we don't give them space, I guess we are taking away the privilege for them to think through and settle things by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a strong believer of Grace, but I disqualified my closest friends of it.  I should had listened to Grace.  Listen to my closest friend.  Listen to God.  Listen, empathise and let divine forces take charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I listened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-2427409951839421200?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/2427409951839421200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=2427409951839421200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2427409951839421200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2427409951839421200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2007/11/listening-to-grace.html' title='listening to grace'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-5356983238304473022</id><published>2007-11-15T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T00:12:33.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally - IT'S OVER</title><content type='html'>I guess one would never understand when others say 'it's the worst exam of your lifetime' till you experienced it for yourself.  Aptly enough - I never thought it will be this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surprising&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intensive&lt;/span&gt; and above all, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exhausting&lt;/span&gt;.  Unlike O-Levels where one can heave a sign of relief, finishing the most arduous journey of A-Levels makes you feel so tired that I guess...that at the end, you feel like simply sleeping?  Think O-Levels been done five times over.  That is the way to describe the whole studying process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to happier things in life, having been able to get rid of that, there are much more exciting things to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aaron, I placed this as top priority already.  You know what I am referring to.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend more time with friends - Well, the A-Levels destroyed all social life there is right?  So that is why I have no time to meet up with Barker friends, my Publications friends, my juniors, etc.  No, it's not because of Council.  It's because of something called the exams.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas shopping - It's the most wonderful time of the year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shanghai Trip Planning - HAIZ.  It sucks being the planner, dear ______, ________, _______ and ________.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swimming and Running - Calvin, looks like we have to get started on this soon...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lesson Planning - Well, since I am spending my last week of my holidays away, I should get started on lesson planning for relief teaching right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Haha, it's gonna be a more exciting month ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-5356983238304473022?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/5356983238304473022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=5356983238304473022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/5356983238304473022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/5356983238304473022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2007/11/finally-its-over.html' title='Finally - IT&apos;S OVER'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-5752464106613417577</id><published>2007-10-17T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T01:09:13.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends</title><content type='html'>Packing up the dreams God planted&lt;br /&gt;In the fertile soil of you&lt;br /&gt;Cant believe the hopes hes granted&lt;br /&gt;Means a chapter in your life is through&lt;br /&gt;But well keep you close as always&lt;br /&gt;It wont even seem youve gone&lt;br /&gt;cause our hearts in big and small ways&lt;br /&gt;Will keep the love that keeps us strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And friends are friends forever&lt;br /&gt;If the lords the lord of them&lt;br /&gt;And a friend will not say never&lt;br /&gt;cause the welcome will not end&lt;br /&gt;Though its hard to let you go&lt;br /&gt;In the fathers hands we know&lt;br /&gt;That a lifetimes not too long to live as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the faith and love gods given&lt;br /&gt;Springing from the hope we know&lt;br /&gt;We will pray the joy youll live in&lt;br /&gt;Is the strength that now you show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well keep you close as always&lt;br /&gt;It wont even seem youve gone&lt;br /&gt;cause our hearts in big and small ways&lt;br /&gt;Will keep the love that keeps us strong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-5752464106613417577?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/5752464106613417577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=5752464106613417577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/5752464106613417577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/5752464106613417577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2007/10/friends.html' title='friends'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-8304065149957708672</id><published>2007-08-30T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T19:36:30.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers' Day!</title><content type='html'>Celebrated Teachers' Day at ACJC and by going back to Barker today.  I guess this will be indeed the last time we will be celebrating Teachers' Day so formally in schools, and having elaborate celebrations with all kinda gifts.  After all, a bit weird to celebrate Teachers' Day at universities, right?  But what impressed me is that it is not the tangible gifts that touches the hearts of teachers, but how the intangibles can impact them in ways I never imagined.  This year, I decided to be a bit more cheapskate (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha, as in don't need to buy so elaborate gifts, and share gifts with the class lah!&lt;/span&gt;), and write personal letters to as many as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In each and every letter, I wrote about what I personally think of them, be it strengths and flaws, and how they have impressed me over the past two years.  To my surprise, I received back an SMS from one of them saying how we gave them a reason to come to school everyday and thank God for us.  This brought back memories as to how Cath Wong said two years back that she hopes we continue to be God's blessings upon others just as we had upon them.  Man, a striking parallel as though it was a Great Expectations novel.  Ms Yim was shocked that Pris and I prepared something on behalf of Line-IN, to the extent of she going, "this is the first time I am receiving something from Line-IN on Teachers' Day".  Mr Lynn and Ms Jay seemed quite moved by the photos we enlarged for them.  I guess it is not only the intentions that we have in each and every gift that we present to people, but how personal and sincere are we in presenting those gifts.  The former strikes the chords of the minds, but the latter strikes the chords of the hearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I value most is sincerity, and I really love people and stuffs who are sincere in doing whatever they do.  One thing that troubled me last night was how one of my closest friends do not believe that there is any form of "care" in this world, that people are individualistic and all.  I was very disturbed by this statement, and kept running these lines through my mind till 4.30am last night (aiya, sentimental mah, so warning, do not say any emo or disturbing lines to me).  The irony of celebrating any special occasion or any days without care for them is obviously a facade.  Throughout the past years, I have seen the worst of people, and how people can be so individualistic to obtain personal gains.  But amidst these, it made me appreciate the rare few gems who I can trust and who I believe do care and tries to exert a positive effect in the community around them.  The extent of saying that everyone is individualistic is a bit heart-wrecking, not only as a Christian but as a friend, as we do try to offer our best concern and care for who we call 'friends'.  Aiya, guess I leave the whole matter to God, this whole thing is just, bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barker gave me a form of sanctuary and a 'return to the past' experience.  While many things have changed, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;most disgustingly being the toilets and I do hope they change it before I do relief, if I am intending to do so&lt;/span&gt;, the place continue to evoke a sense of happy memories and quality time spent there.  My Barker friends and I met up with many of our former teachers, and just as ever, they are still able to relate to us and crack jokes with us.  Although students have moved in and out, what is comforting to know is that 1) they still love our class (haha), 2) they are still willing to stand strong amidst the difficult circumstances.  I thank God for really having such a school which teaches about Grace, and how the teachers embrace the meaning of going through the 'baptism of fire' before being a better teacher.  The 'baptism of fire' is by no mean easy, but so long and as long as we know the Lord is with us, we can ensure that goal that we seek to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for giving me such a wonderful 12 years at ACS, 12 years of being blessed with teachers who I can trust, inspire and go above the ordinary.  Only God can fathom the amount of strength that they need, and will provide for it.  So long and as long they continue to see the meaning and purpose of why they are in this service, God will continue to honour their works and give them satisfaction in whatever they do in all sincerity.  To all my teachers, Happy Teachers' Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-8304065149957708672?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/8304065149957708672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=8304065149957708672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/8304065149957708672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/8304065149957708672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2007/08/teachers-day.html' title='Teachers&apos; Day!'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-2025318104370363065</id><published>2007-08-25T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T00:30:21.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heights of Human Nobility, Depths of Human Characters</title><content type='html'>It has been a rather busy term with the hypes of investiture and the Oh-my-God-Preliminary-Examinations, there was simply no time to stop, unwind and relax at any point of time during the time period (except for of course, when Darren and I went for the fantastic NDP Preview - the greatest show on earth!).  But as the exams came to an end today, and as I reflect on the past term and its activities, I guess a statement that sums it all up is the exploration of the heights of human nobility, and the depths of human characters.  Many events held it lasting impact on me, especially that of investiture, with how I cried a River Nile and potentially flood Philippines (as said by Glenn) while walking from the hall to the viewing gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The focus has been placed so much on people this term, that I do not love to hate the people who I love, and love the people who I hate.  Suddenly, my animosity against certain people lessen as a variety of events and activities come to a close.  I have grown to be so used to working with people in Council, Line-IN and Kidsread that I find it difficulty to not see them, not work with them.  Like what Aaron said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd rather spend bad times with you guys, than good times with others&lt;/span&gt;, and that is very very true!  Despite all the rough patches that we have to go through, be it being angry at midnight cause of Rock AC logo, pacifying as one engage in a SMS war with a teacher OR the worst of all, I overlooked the Kidsread session on Rock AC Day and had no mentor leader to supervise that session and thus calling someone up at 4pm to attend Kidsread; these experiences have definitely made me love you guys.  While events and circumstances try to tear me down, I am very grateful for having you guys to build me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really understood the value and importance of treasuring friendships, taking it only at superficial level, but the past two years have really transformed me, and it will be a great loss if I lose such friendships that God has given to me.  Where else can you experience such a wide variety of friends and have a generally happy working relationship with them?  Although we jack, scold, shout, do crazy stuffs to each other, but at the end of the day, we still laugh, smile and joke over it.  If not, we will try to remember the jokes that we made many months ago.  Ya what, you look. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Although I must say it is very irritating for my buddy to ALWAYS verbalise my thoughts if not say the same thing at the same time as me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the depth of human nature involves how people can conduct themselves to achieve certain things and goals...it's the sad human nature that allows us to appreciate the best of human nature as mentioned above.  But hey, at least when you are experiencing such lows, it increases the value of the highs?  Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope prelims results will be good.  =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-2025318104370363065?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/2025318104370363065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=2025318104370363065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2025318104370363065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2025318104370363065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2007/08/heights-of-human-nobility-depths-of.html' title='Heights of Human Nobility, Depths of Human Characters'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-118125054878673100</id><published>2007-07-10T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:04:50.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/RpODwF810vI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KP-oWrp5b7M/s1600-h/We+are+PR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/RpODwF810vI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KP-oWrp5b7M/s320/We+are+PR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085553266485744370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love PR.  Hahaha.  Muahaha.  Hallelujah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-118125054878673100?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/118125054878673100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=118125054878673100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/118125054878673100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/118125054878673100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2007/07/pr.html' title='PR!'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/RpODwF810vI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KP-oWrp5b7M/s72-c/We+are+PR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-8656333876766613926</id><published>2007-07-02T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T21:43:32.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote for us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://bix.yahoo.com/v/1IvzjQInNu" width="320" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bix.yahoo.com//entry/85528" style="color: #06f; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Vote for me on Bix.com!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-8656333876766613926?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/8656333876766613926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=8656333876766613926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/8656333876766613926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/8656333876766613926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2007/07/vote-for-us.html' title='Vote for us!'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-2655976304550117885</id><published>2007-06-17T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T19:10:00.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Council'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Winding Down</title><content type='html'>The past three weeks have been insane.  Although it's been termed the School Holidays, I have been pretty much going through the portals of the bright blue gate every other morning, save for practically 4 weekdays in the entire month.  It's been satisfying, however, to be able to catch up on much studying that I neglected so far this year!  For the first time ever, I discovered about the London Docklands Corporations, studied in depth into the factors affecting Mass Weathering, Re-visit drawing a Super-Normal Profit Graph and reviving the Duchess.  And for the umpteenth time, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;NO, I did not go for the Council June Camp&lt;/span&gt;, any wonders why I can complete my homework early?!  Need serious help for Maths though!  All the TYS questions that I did had my answers partially correct only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/RnUSHHu0hII/AAAAAAAAABw/9nPGSQotlkQ/s1600-h/Crossroads+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/RnUSHHu0hII/AAAAAAAAABw/9nPGSQotlkQ/s320/Crossroads+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076984068473914498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently, I was involved in facilitating a group for Crossroads - a leadership event for Secondary School leaders organised by Council.  It was F-A-B-U-L-O-U-S!  My group was super enthu and I was reliving Orientation all over again - without the mass dance.  From being clueless at 'Find your direction' (a game that is meant to navigate your way around ACJC) to coming in second at the Final Challenge, I was so happy the group is so bonded!  They even planned an outing already - at Carnival ACS.  Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past month have been bittersweet on catching up much rest though.  Somehow, I am addicted to a particular group of friends from Council, probably an after-effect of Rock AC.  Someone is even on the same wavelength as me at almost everything - except Chocolates (thank God!).  It can get irritating sometimes when someone is having the same thought as you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ALL THE TIME&lt;/span&gt; and both of you say exactly the same thing at the same time.  Of course, there were times when we 'suan' each other like crazy, have some people PMS-ing and can even argue over SMS.  But what the heck, these people have made my JC life very vibrant, very exciting and indescribable.  Ever have that feeling that you look forward to the next day for something good to happen?  For me, it's probably having to meet them once more.  Luckily, the studying bug had finally overwhelmed that feeling.  =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot imagine what will happen once the 31st Students' Council no longer cease to function, for it's been an integral part of our JC life.  Sigh.  If only that moment can never happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-2655976304550117885?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/2655976304550117885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=2655976304550117885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2655976304550117885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2655976304550117885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2007/06/winding-down.html' title='Winding Down'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/RnUSHHu0hII/AAAAAAAAABw/9nPGSQotlkQ/s72-c/Crossroads+095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-5936718492510053244</id><published>2007-06-01T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:31:51.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kidsread 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/RmA2HgWhG7I/AAAAAAAAABk/ZT_sWMdTm9o/s1600-h/Kidsread+2+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/RmA2HgWhG7I/AAAAAAAAABk/ZT_sWMdTm9o/s320/Kidsread+2+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071112682990541746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was my last session at Kidsread, and I organised it together with all the other mentor leaders!  To be honest, it was quite bittersweet.  I was quite happy that Kidsread finally came to an end for me and it was a great relief that Kidsread, one of my three main commitments in College life, has ended.  But one particular instance warmed my heart, when I announced to the kids, "today is gorgor and jiejie last session!", and the kids exclaimed, "WHAT?!  WHY?!".  One of the kids even asked me to come back next week...but it is not that I do not want to, but it's time to concentrate on the As.  =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a coordinator of Kidsread really taught me lots of stuffs, guiding the volunteers, coordinating between the mentor leaders and most importantly helping the kids.  To be honest, the kids taught me quite a fair bit as opposed to me teaching them.  Even despite having to put my cheering training to good use at each and every session, there will always be one or two instances where the kids surprise me.  The kids are also brutally honest, allowing me to laugh at each and every instance where even I make mistake!  As opposed to today's society, where making mistakes is a no-no and even stand the possible chance of getting scolded for 'creating a surprise' or making mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I must admit that I have my regrets.  I was not able to put in my full effort into it due to multiple commitments, though I must say that I try to do my very best.  One child I really regretted not working hard enough is Ruby.  Ruby comes from a Chinese-speaking home background and I tried to pay much attention to her in developing her linguistic abilities.  She hardly spoke English and could not spell most words.  I was particularly sad a few weeks back that despite the efforts put in by the volunteers, we could not offer everyone personalised attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being a coordinator, it was important that everyone shares a common vision for the kids.  It was very difficult to have everyone to understand what you want for the kids and all, but I really hope the volunteers under our charge grew as better people.  Kidsread is not just an ordinary CIP programme - it represents our hopes and aspirations in the people we want and to nurture.  It offers us a glimpse back into the childhood we have and teaches us lessons we can apply to our daily lives.  To put it aptly, it is important to touch and change every soul under our charge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-5936718492510053244?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/5936718492510053244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=5936718492510053244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/5936718492510053244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/5936718492510053244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2007/06/kidsread-2007.html' title='Kidsread 2007'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/RmA2HgWhG7I/AAAAAAAAABk/ZT_sWMdTm9o/s72-c/Kidsread+2+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-3334432901365513609</id><published>2007-05-27T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T20:58:28.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My June Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/RlmAaAWhG6I/AAAAAAAAABc/nBETFOkwit8/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/RlmAaAWhG6I/AAAAAAAAABc/nBETFOkwit8/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069224039841602466" 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/11847250-3334432901365513609?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/3334432901365513609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=3334432901365513609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/3334432901365513609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/3334432901365513609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-june-holidays.html' title='My June Holidays'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/RlmAaAWhG6I/AAAAAAAAABc/nBETFOkwit8/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-2660820044103712563</id><published>2007-05-18T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T00:37:17.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock + Passion = Investiture!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/Rk3OQQWhG5I/AAAAAAAAABU/K5Kmtdt9cKs/s1600-h/P1010253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/Rk3OQQWhG5I/AAAAAAAAABU/K5Kmtdt9cKs/s320/P1010253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065931934524316562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The past two months of my life are probably the best two months of my life - thanks to the people at the Rock AC and Passion AC Ad-hocs!  These people made my life super-uber-duper-multi cool - giving me a reason to come to school everyday for.  Sure we had our problems.  Sure there were hiccups.  Sure we felt like killing each other's throats at times.  But above all, through all, in us all, we were many hearts, one spirit - even though we may come from different CCAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock AC and Passion AC 2007 has become invaluable memories for me...just as how 2005 held many specials for me!  Even though I swear it is getting irritating to have to hear the phrase, "It's your stage" everytime I walk past a teacher, a class, a fellow councillor, a friend or just-about-anyone-in-the-college, it heartens me that the publicity stuffs that Darren, Yili and I put in worked extremely well!  Rock AC Night itself was magical.  Save for some poor lightings, everything else was excellent - far beyond my greatest imagination.  It was my best ad-hoc thus far - even though I thought Orientation was the best, but Rock AC - I cannot think of any internal conflicts or problems that we have to overcome.   It was a dream ad-hoc, one that works with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion AC was also ubberly-fantastic.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/Rk3NaQWhG4I/AAAAAAAAABM/2XJCDzT23rA/s1600-h/P1010259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/Rk3NaQWhG4I/AAAAAAAAABM/2XJCDzT23rA/s320/P1010259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065931006811380610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had to overcome many difficulties, internally or otherwise.  And I was quite uncomfortable with the fact that there is nothing to be uptight about just hours before the event (as I am usually uptight about almost everything before the event.  I blamed Rock AC for this feeling.).  But as Passion AC began, it was the best example of God's Grace upon us.  We were worried that the turnout may not be good, but it has a similar turnout to Rock AC.  It was truly remarkable to have to meet especially Madam Sophia Ng through this ad-hoc, and working closely especially with the councillors on this ad-hoc, Aaron was faster than usual and probably the closest I am to on this ad-hoc, I saw a lighter side of Felicia, Esther was fantastic and Sarah performed well in coordinating the movements backstage!  Kudos to all.  CF ppl has evoked the deeper need for Council to search through its spiritual side, and that is one lesson that we will take back to Council.  Above all, it was a testimony to God's creation.  (Latest:  Aaron even researched on one of my primary school friends who stepped out to be prayed for.  So dedicated!  I like!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to made many sacrifices for these two events - having to forgo a Straits Times meeting on the Media Club website for Rock AC Night itself, many break periods and countless afternoons/evenings to meet the ad-hoc or otherwise, going through a very difficult emotional roller coaster (but I want to thank all who supported me on the emotional roller coaster - those who knew what happened in the weeks leading up to these two events), not being able to meet up with other friends and my maths test (which only got 12/25.  Heh).  But the experience was simply priceless.  I really want to say a BIG thank you to all who made Rock AC and Passion AC simply the BEST events I ever participated in - Darren, Esther, Yili, Aaron, Felicia, Ren Kiat, Hui Yu, Clovis, Eugene, Rachael, aiya, you-know-I-wanted-to-type-your-name-but-I-was-lazy-to-do-so-at-1230.  =)  I also want to thank the people who helped me in guarding the fort while I was away - Kaiquan for Kidsread (sorry!) and Pris for doing a great job in helping me guard Line-IN!  You people Rock AC for me - Had Passion and took Action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think Rock AC and Passion AC is the furthest we can go, think again.  Watch out for Investiture 2007 - we have the biggest surprise ever.  Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-2660820044103712563?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/2660820044103712563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=2660820044103712563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2660820044103712563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/2660820044103712563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2007/05/rock-passion-investiture.html' title='Rock + Passion = Investiture!'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AcI4oypUJok/Rk3OQQWhG5I/AAAAAAAAABU/K5Kmtdt9cKs/s72-c/P1010253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-7790621637166887776</id><published>2007-04-30T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:57:00.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock AC</title><content type='html'>We are beginning to see our purposes!  Suddenly, by God's Grace, the hearts, minds and souls of many individuals are finally uniting for a common purpose.  It's something that I have been dying to see for days, weeks, months.  We are finally gaining it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised working on Rock AC is one of my most tiring project undertaken ever - but the happiest and most satisfying one thus far.  I have never felt this way before since I accomplished my work as a president of Publications Media Club in Barker, and it is my proudest work since Orientation ad-hoc in the Council.  There is simply so much joy in working in the ad-hoc, with the camaraderie and all, with things done so smoothly and at the speed of a tissue-paper-dropping-on-the-floor.  Although there were trials that the ad-hoc had to go through, but man, we had survived those.  Like the devotion which I shared with the school, I am not feeling tired or weary working on this.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those who wants a ticket, buy one from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock AC - It's Your Stage on May 11.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-7790621637166887776?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/7790621637166887776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=7790621637166887776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/7790621637166887776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/7790621637166887776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2007/04/rock-ac.html' title='Rock AC'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-148593229597147735</id><published>2007-04-18T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T22:50:13.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living on God's Grace</title><content type='html'>Today is the National Weather Studies Project Presentation Day!  It was quite freaky for me - our first rehearsal was only yesterday and we made very major changes just yesterday, and even minutes before the presentation, some minor changes were made.  To be honest, it was one of my most unprepared presentation ever - I lacked the preparation which I spent on PW, many things happened during the project presentation itself, Mr Lynn almost went fuming mad, Ollie was like stressed over one thousand and one things leaving me to settle a major chunk of the project - argh, all the possible &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TERRIBLE &lt;/span&gt;outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things got so bad to a point where Ollie asked, "Do you think we should continue with this project" and even "Do you think we can get anywhere with this".  But as always what I believe in, if we initiate something, we should see to its completion!  Even when Mr Lynn and Mrs Meow were going through the slides with us, things did not look THAT promising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the presentation was about to begin.  I prayed and asked for His blessings, and hopefully just make the presentation a smooth one.  One thing good about Ollie and me is that we both can come up with an interesting presentation based on the points made available to us - we don't actually need to have a real script.  Heh.  Suddenly, I was inspired to bring the judges through a story-like approach in the presentation - how one can open their windows to see a reservoir park bustling with activities.  I was quite afraid for a few segments of the presentation - they weren't smiling at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came to question-and-answer.  They didn't know who should start first and there was a pause for a few seconds, until the first judge spoke about accounting for how it can be used on a global level.  The second judge's comments was the most impressive - "If there is anything to criticise about this project, there's very little".  When I heard that, I was glowing with pride about the project!  Wah, that was like my proudest moment since producing TPM babies.  The judges were very pleased with the presentation, calling it 'refreshing' and 'enjoyable'.  I exited with a smile, but never thought too much of their comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, Mr Lynn called me during dinner and said that we have been short-listed as a finalist and guaranteed of at least $150 cash prize.  My first reaction was 'Oh my God'.  I couldn't believe that we actually got shortlisted to be a finalist!  Truly, I believe it's God's Grace at work again, as everything that I expect something to go undesirably - it turns out the opposite.  My prayer was answered!  Hehe.  If by our own effort alone, we would have never been shortlisted...but really, our project was so last-minute (typical of ACS boys), so messy and all, that rhe call from Mr Lynn was never expected!  Darren and all were shocked too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, God's Grace work upon us - and perhaps giving us a second chance to close up all the loopholes that had existed.  By the Grace of God, the Best is Yet to Be - then can go Europe!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-148593229597147735?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/148593229597147735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=148593229597147735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/148593229597147735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/148593229597147735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2007/04/living-on-gods-grace.html' title='Living on God&apos;s Grace'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-9011549879617027709</id><published>2007-04-02T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T21:50:18.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calmness in the storm</title><content type='html'>I have always wondered whether Man and society in general has been too result-orientated, that we often fail to acknowledge the importance of the process.  Yes, I have seen too many cases of 'talk being cheap' - 'The process is more important!', yet when the end-results turn out otherwise, these Man become hypocritical and starts lambasting and blaming everyone for the bad results.  I don't blame them for adopting such a mentality, as society has already imposed such thoughts on us - if the results fail, who caused it?  What happened?  Why did it happen?  Rarely have I come across one who goes, what lesson can we learn from here?  How can we move on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I hope and rather focus on the process, while bearing in mind our purpose for setting out such goals.  What are the importance of these goals?  How can these help us achieve betterment for us?  Only when such goals have been carefully considered, would I take up the assignment or project - for these allow us to enjoy working through the project with the people and things we treat as enjoyment, rather than work.   Deadlines for such projects are thus often installed on the fact of accounting to the 'upper bosses' - most of the time, if we enjoy such projects, we will complete it way ahead of the deadlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we lose sight of our goals and our purposes, the things we do not only become work, but a chore.  It will exert a great burden, a great amount of stress, that it will cause communication breakdown with the people you work with, and cause an environment to become political.  This is definitely undesirable, as it will lead to the result turning into a monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take time and think about the things you do in life - are they done with meaningful purpose and goals?  Do you allow room for you, or the people you work with, to have mistakes?  These are important checkpoints for you to understand better about yourself and the project - only then will the project progress further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So to the people who I often work with, take time!  Relax.  And sit back, enjoy.  The roller-coaster will be nauseous, but man, it will be a thrilling ride!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-9011549879617027709?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/9011549879617027709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=9011549879617027709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/9011549879617027709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/9011549879617027709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2007/04/calmness-in-storm.html' title='Calmness in the storm'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-6146266328725007562</id><published>2007-03-25T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:30:52.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miracles'/><title type='text'>There can be miracles</title><content type='html'>This is one of my favourite songs of all time and have been listening to it since I was a Primary 4 kid...it really gives me a sense of hope and guidance whenever I have to go through tough times.  Have been listening to it quite a bit since Terms ended:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Many nights we prayed, with no proof anyone could hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In our hearts a hopeful song, we barely understood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now we are not afraid, although we know there's much to fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We were moving mountains long before we knew we could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; There can be miracles, when you believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Who knows what miracles, you can achieve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; When you believe, somehow you will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; You will when you believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; In this time of fear, when prayer so often proves in vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hope seems like the summer birds, too swiftly flown away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yet now I'm standing here, my heart so full I can't explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Seeking faith and speaking words, I'd never thought I'd say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There can be miracles, when you believe (When you believe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Who knows what miracles, you can achieve (You can achieve)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When you believe, somehow you will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You will when you believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They don't always happen when you ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And it's easy to give in to your fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But when you're blinded by your pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Can't see your way safe through the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A small but still resilient voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Says help is very near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There can be miracles (miracles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When you believe (When you believe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Though hope is frail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's hard to kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Who knows what miracles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You can achieve (You can achieve)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When you believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Somehow you will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You will when you believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You will when you believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You will when you believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just believe, just believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You will when you believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since Terms ended...have been feeling down over especially H2 Maths.  I know I could have done better and it is usually one of my stronger subjects...but this time, things really falter and disappointed me as I could have overlooked covering certain areas for revision.  I do not want it to jepoardise my life as there are still many activities that demand of me...and would really pray that my results meet the 2 H2s requirement part.  Econs is always unstable - I really cannot tell which direction the results will head at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is due to having to live up to a certain set of expectations.  Almost everyone think I will definitely do well but no one really understands the position that I am in.  When one falters, it is in Man nature to set him or her as the benchmark.  That is when things really get scary.  When Ms Leong asked me casually last Friday "you will definitely have no problems meeting the 2 H2s and 1 H1 criteria right?", I did not know how to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I was glad that I was pointed to Ecclesiastes 3:1 - "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything has its own time and there is a specific time for activity under heaven&lt;/span&gt;", before listing opposites of all kind.  I really do not want to miss out on the last part of the Council journey at all.  I am just praying for the best and hope that I can weather through whatever results which may be shown in the weeks ahead, after all, I had always recited and hope to live by it, "I shall weather through the storms and every trial that life throws at me with Faith in God, hope in my heart and love for one another".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-6146266328725007562?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/6146266328725007562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=6146266328725007562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/6146266328725007562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/6146266328725007562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2007/03/there-can-be-miracles.html' title='There can be miracles'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-410096880712943950</id><published>2007-03-24T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T21:24:04.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Thank You for Being a Friend</title><content type='html'>This song is dedicated to all my friends!  I couldn't cover everyone in this song though...so to those people who have helped me throughout Term 1 - this is especially for you!  Must sing to the tune then got more impact!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a friend&lt;br /&gt;Traveled down Council Room and back &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is true, you're a pal and a confidant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ashamed to say&lt;br /&gt;You tried to teach me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;maths&lt;/span&gt; in every way&lt;br /&gt;I'm so amazed, won't you rest as I am terribly slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to study&lt;br /&gt;Invited me to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ben and Jerry's&lt;/span&gt; (!)&lt;br /&gt;You would hear the biggest joke would be me as&lt;br /&gt;I sang at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kbox&lt;/span&gt; the song which goes&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a friend&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a friend&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a friend&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are feeling cheeky&lt;br /&gt;All you need is to message me and I'll scare&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; her&lt;/span&gt; alive&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you need any time of the day or night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just do not pick your &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we can distribute &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Line-IN&lt;/span&gt; soon&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;web&lt;/span&gt; is down, won't you help me and access the mambo way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we went through Orientation&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;packages&lt;/span&gt; and booklets in hand&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry even though they are irritating&lt;br /&gt;I will shout it out and sing&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a friend (I want to thank you)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a friend (I want to thank you)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a friend (I want to thank you)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a friend (I want to thank you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I am not complaining and it goes&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a friend (I want to thank you)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a friend (I want to thank you)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a friend (I want to thank you)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a friend (I want to thank you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when&lt;br /&gt;I had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;stomachache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in pain&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the day&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Thank you for being a friend&lt;br /&gt;(I want to thank you)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a friend&lt;br /&gt;(I want to thank you)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a friend&lt;br /&gt;(I want to thank you)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a friend&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, tell you about a friend&lt;br /&gt;(Thank you for being with me on the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a friend&lt;br /&gt;(I wanna tell you right now, and tell you again)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a friend&lt;br /&gt;(I wanna thank you, thank you, for being a friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-410096880712943950?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/410096880712943950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=410096880712943950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/410096880712943950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/410096880712943950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2007/03/thank-you-for-being-friend.html' title='Thank You for Being a Friend'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847250.post-1798420488711750454</id><published>2007-03-21T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T16:02:23.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><title type='text'>Post-Terms Syndrome</title><content type='html'>And so it was.  The term examinations.  Probably the worse exams ever!  (Maybe it's just cos I ended on a bad note).  GP, Geog and Lit were great...Econs, as usual, is unstable (I think I wrote the right stuff, but I do not know whether the marking scheme will have the same effect), Maths was a great disappointment!  I freaked out throughout the paper, and after question 1, I kept facing stumps!  Boo hoo hoo!  =X  Sometimes, I do ask myself why I take h2 maths.  This season of exams would probably be not my best-performing one...but I hope by God's Grace, everything will go well and turn out as least a pass, so that I can carry on with Passion and Rock AC, both of which I really love working for and in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into a conflict with a close friend recently and realised how much misunderstanding can impact people.  Although the similarities parallel with another conflict which I had many months ago with another person, the difference this time is that it involves more people.  More often during conflicts, I am more disappointed than angry, but it is really sad to see how we need to have conflicts in life to understand the other party better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always stood for the belief that an organisation must be transparent and accountable in all its undertakings - that is why through any CCAs or activities I participate in, I try to be as transparent as much as possible, allowing everyone else to know why it is done this way, even though it may be unpopular at times.  Reason for doing so is that by not being transparent, we create information gap which may exist and a result, misunderstanding or ignorance results and that will result in much politics in the environment.  Thus, I was brutally truth in that particular conflict which I mentioned earlier...thankfully he was able to accept it.  Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conflict I had made me reflect upon my JC life too.  JC life thus far is a rollercoaster ride, where I encounter the best and the worst moments I had in my 12 years here.  I had originally thought that Barker had already epitomised it, but ACJC had further enhanced on both sides of the scale - the best and worst.  But the lessons learned from the various environments in AC had helped me to cope with these - to be a living example of walking by faith, not by sight.  Council has really been a holistic experience for me and I treasure every moment spent and with every individual there.  Oh well, hope that everything will go well for results for everyone so that we can straddle through the last part of our journey together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847250-1798420488711750454?l=deschew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/feeds/1798420488711750454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847250&amp;postID=1798420488711750454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/1798420488711750454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847250/posts/default/1798420488711750454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deschew.blogspot.com/2007/03/post-terms-syndrome.html' title='Post-Terms Syndrome'/><author><name>Desmond Chew</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103095429524257131542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0DnS126EUxw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4FjLdfYQD6s/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
