[[ Stickman & Stickbabe ]]

we're just two simple stickpeople who :-
met,
clicked,
hitched,
till death do us part...


[[ All I want in 2007... ]]

Seeing loved ones happy
Mission trips
Have a cute baby
Learn bridal makeup
Speak Camb/Viet
Pay off our housing loan!


[[ Leaving? ]]

~C-Cup : cupcakes from heaven... (perfect 4 parties)
~My Bali Photo Blog
~Melonbabe (my female sibling)
~Angelia (a kid i tutored, who grew up!)
~WZB (a woman with an expensive rock)
~Get Blobbed... (splish splash plop blobbe)
~My Primary School Classmate
~My pescatarian recipe blog
~Simplicity - making a difference in Kenya
~A visually delightful blog of a stranger
~Another visual treat...
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Sunday, April 16, 2006
Thank God! My mom has accepted Christ in during the Easter service today. Both my parents decided to turn up for Easter service today out of the blue, and they almost didn't make it because of a tiny hiccup in transport.

I know for sure she knows what it means to walk down the aisle to let Pastor pray for her. "Today," I told her, "you can pray directly to this God you accepted."

I know my mom had been touched during the past few times in church, but she refused to step out to accept God. She didn't want to go to church either because she wanted my dad to make the decision for her. So I know that today's decision was not easy for her to make alone. It's a decision everyone has to make alone - one that's forced does not count.

I used to think that Christianity is for weaklings, or for that matter, any religion is for weaklings because we're not strong enough ourselves to take charge of our own lives. Now I know that a life without God is not a worthy life at all. For death overtakes us all one day, and the so-called strength of self-made men is but pride. And if I were to choose a God, I'll choose one that is alive, strong and mighty, and not an airy fairy philosophy that we get goosebumps over.

I came across a very interesting thought experiment on the topic of death during my training session to be a volunteer at an organisation that I'll not mention here.

The social worker told us to think about loss and what it means to us.
See if you survive this.

After each loss, you are to ponder for a while how you'd feel about the loss before going on to the next. Make sure you're really experiencing the loss before you move on to the next. Take your time.



1. You lose a fingernail on your last finger.





2. You lose your last finger.








3. You lose your thumb.








4. You lose your arm.









5. You lose all your limbs.










6. You lose your hair.








7. You lose your eyesight.








8. You lose all your senses.










9. You lose your whole body - death.




That's as close to the feeling of death as you can get. I think after this, we can emphatise more with our patients as to what they are going through and not say things like, "I know what you're going through..."

In fact, everyone needs constant reminders like these to make us realise that our time here is precious. Very precious. Get people around you out of depression.


stickbabe [ 11:28 PM ]