tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51360303916885620392024-03-14T02:03:30.836+11:00those tailsof the three blind rats, three blind ratsbitingtravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254782185585534201noreply@blogger.comBlogger160125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136030391688562039.post-89792687375341705892013-02-19T00:22:00.000+11:002015-01-03T10:01:42.862+11:00And... we're back!I have always found that phrase (on Gmail) amusing.
Having used both Blogger and Wordpress throughout the years, I think Wordpress has become a lot more user friendly since the last time I tried to start writing there.
So I will be:
1) continuing this blog at quackling.wordpress.com
2) writing ridiculous not-so-fictional stories at quacktails.wordpress.com
I've grown quite bitingtravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254782185585534201noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136030391688562039.post-38698246686180009572013-01-08T00:40:00.002+11:002013-01-08T00:44:24.306+11:00Fly away但愿我有鸽子一般的翅膀,我就飞走,得以安居。
看哪!我必逃往远处,在旷野里住宿。
我要赶快到我避难的地方去,逃避狂风暴雨。
诗篇 55:6-8
"Be ready to see missing posters of me soon. Ha ha ha."
Again, thinking about how the psalmist goes from wanting to escape, to bringing his complaints before God, to recalling how God is faithful, and finally trusting and resting in him (rather than resting in some faraway hideout of his imagination).bitingtravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254782185585534201noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136030391688562039.post-42078557609631445402013-01-07T01:06:00.000+11:002013-01-07T02:13:14.219+11:00Happily ever aftersBut it is a fairytale
We love our bedtime stories, and on this occassion it was the story of Pocahontas. Didn't realise that whilst some of the events in Pocahontas is based on true stories, the romance is most probably fictional. Anyhow, this is how the ending went.
W: (the book went something like this) John Smith went back to England and Pocahontas didn't get married to him but to bitingtravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254782185585534201noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136030391688562039.post-88692883467943889552013-01-02T14:48:00.002+11:002013-01-02T18:10:57.357+11:00ConfusingI hate change, it's so confusing. Who are my friends? Where is my family. Where is home? Is home with family, or is it the house in which I spend most of my year? This time, even my permanent address changed. It's strange to drive past and see the white and red house I grew up in, with grass on which I used to race mice and rats, with the starfruit and jackfruit trees at the back, with bitingtravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254782185585534201noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136030391688562039.post-50901774260473449162012-12-31T16:18:00.000+11:002012-12-31T16:39:23.649+11:00Doubles in December - part threeTwo paintings
Painting without a mouse (not the rodent) was similar, but strangely unfamiliar too. Paint is messy, with spills and smudges to avoid. So you go outdoors. But staying outdoors beyond sunset means being attacked by swarms of mosquitoes, and insect repellant is ineffective. Then, with limited tubes of colours, mixing the right colour is difficult. If you're lazy then the colour&bitingtravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254782185585534201noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136030391688562039.post-87531428299071789662012-12-29T04:19:00.001+11:002012-12-31T15:26:33.339+11:00Doubles in December - part twoTwo weddings
I attended two weddings in December.
"When you get to my age, everyone is getting married, buying HDBs (apartments), and having babies!"
Been hearing that, in various forms, for several years. Then, it's a strange thing when you start getting your first few wedding invites from friends. More surprised still, to hear about the number of weddings that were happening in these short bitingtravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254782185585534201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136030391688562039.post-84354690376356981972012-12-25T05:48:00.001+11:002012-12-25T06:11:53.394+11:00Still thinking about ChristmasStill thinking. In 2007, I thought about the physical birth of Jesus and what Christmas had meant to me, as a child. In 2008, I thought about the irony that Christmas often distracted us from time with God. In 2009, I thought about God with us, in flesh and blood, as the reason for our celebrations. In 2010 at this time, I was lying on a deckchair and reading books at a seaside resort, and bitingtravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254782185585534201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136030391688562039.post-35984143541644029612012-12-22T04:56:00.000+11:002012-12-22T05:30:42.858+11:00Doubles in December - part oneTwo graduations
It was only in December last year that we briefly met, that you gave me five bright orange goldfish, that I was surprised to see you as a patient in clinic, that after dinner the train broke down for the rest of the night. Not long ago, I felt that it was sad how you valued all other friendships from these university years but towards me you were sporadic at best, mostly hateful bitingtravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254782185585534201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136030391688562039.post-22959573935951676392012-12-12T04:59:00.003+11:002012-12-22T03:07:05.449+11:00Top hits 我的歌声里 - 曲婉婷
没有一点点防备,也没有一丝顾虑
你就这样出现在我的世界里,
带给我惊喜,情不自已
可是你偏又这样,在我不知不觉中
悄悄的消失,从我的世界里,
没有音讯,剩下的只是回忆
还记得我们曾经,肩并肩一起走过,
那段繁华巷口尽管你我是陌生人,
是过路人,但彼此还是感觉到了对方的
一个眼神,一个心跳
一种意想不到的快乐,
好像是一场梦境,命中注定
你存在,我深深的脑海里,
我的梦里,我的心里,我的歌声里
你存在,我深深的脑海里,
我的梦里,我的心里,我的歌声里
世界之大为何我们相遇
难道是缘分难道是天意
"But you used to hate this song, I even got told off for listening to it!"
It's interesting how often, when you hear a tunebitingtravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254782185585534201noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136030391688562039.post-19844574553758904432012-11-23T03:44:00.001+11:002012-12-22T03:09:15.652+11:00ThanksgivingI don't know much about the holiday, neither had I ever celebrated Thanksgiving. But it's an apt time to finish a post that I had been drafting on and off for months. I wanted to complete it because this is the space in which I had often expressed how exasperating church life is in the past year.
It hasn't always been so. I had often regarded church and fellowship to be family. From the bitingtravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254782185585534201noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136030391688562039.post-36549268978776418252012-11-11T12:45:00.003+11:002012-12-22T03:06:05.858+11:00Yay
Whilst waiting for final OSCEs.
bitingtravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254782185585534201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136030391688562039.post-5535896142381082932012-11-10T02:41:00.001+11:002012-11-10T03:15:22.134+11:00Titanic, numbers, medicineComing to the end of study week creativity, and blog wars (which I clearly won, muhaha).
During study week, I spent more time on numbers, than I did on medicine. Mean, median, life tables, cumulative incidence, incidence rate, binomial distribution, normal distribution, and so on. Statistics. Yawn? I thought it would be. But it was fascinating, the assumptions and stories behind these ways we bitingtravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254782185585534201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136030391688562039.post-87883133714412133472012-11-08T17:58:00.001+11:002012-11-10T03:15:51.583+11:00University classmatesI've always found it awkward, to not see my classmates for years, then see them again. Then not for months, then again at internship talks and career related events, then not for more months, then again at exams, then not, then again at graduation and celebrations.
I guess, I never liked them much, and don't hold any sentimental attachment towards my bitingtravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254782185585534201noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136030391688562039.post-40906066933531679262012-11-07T15:57:00.003+11:002012-11-07T16:17:24.030+11:00CrazyBackground
Ezekiel was a man called by God to warn his people of the destruction and judgment that was to come. At this time, God's people were living in sin and disobedience. The rulers were misusing their power, the priests cared little about teaching God's law, the prophets lied about their visions. The people were leaving God for idols, taking bribes, stealing from one another, mistreating bitingtravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254782185585534201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136030391688562039.post-58413882778057677562012-11-06T14:56:00.002+11:002012-11-10T03:16:36.427+11:00Time, mysterious timeTime, mysterious time.
A year, six years
How long is long,
How short is short?
How do some months
Fly fleetingly, carelessly
Whilst it need not hurry;
And others halt,
Wait out. Waiting
In agonising slowness
For days to be marked.
How are these the same
Circles spun, passing
The same numbers
Twenty-four times?
Time, mysterious time
Ticking quietly, unseen
Labouring without bitingtravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254782185585534201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136030391688562039.post-78024219236328801922012-11-05T17:18:00.000+11:002012-11-05T17:59:07.161+11:00Psalms1. What is this supposed to be about?
I used to avoid Psalms. That year, when I decided to read the Bible from start to end, I reluctantly and sleepily ploughed through it.
I couldn't understand what it was about. It was set in this faraway land of chariots and swords, wild beasts and deserts. It was repetitive and chaotic - all one hundred and fifty chapters seemed to be about David bitingtravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254782185585534201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136030391688562039.post-44751191913923796602012-11-04T04:41:00.002+11:002012-11-04T23:37:24.156+11:00Ward roundsMemories of aged care
I wanted to write these things down months ago but never quite got around to it.
In aged care, I came across a consultant who was had this almost mean smirk on her face constantly, and spoke softly but harshly. She hardly said hello to patients, ever. One day she pinched an overweight lady's abdominal fat, wobbled it around, and then asked her - "what is this? bitingtravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254782185585534201noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136030391688562039.post-75079806876027071932012-11-01T04:22:00.002+11:002012-11-04T23:44:43.444+11:00How many have you lovedWho, what, when, where, why. I would not have been impressed with this guy's smooth talk if I had asked the same question, "how many have you loved?"
I've sang it countless times in song lyrics, in English, in Chinese, and more. Wrote it out once, maybe twice, in an indirect, roundabout way. How far along a relationship do you first start to say "I love you", we discussed, in our lovely butbitingtravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254782185585534201noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136030391688562039.post-17716762629777746802012-10-31T02:29:00.001+11:002012-11-04T23:35:05.070+11:00Out of convenienceI was listening to Malachi randomly, at a timely time, on the drive that I sort of wish I didn't go on.
God's people (the Israelites) in Malachi's time failed to give tithe and offerings as required. They saw it as a burden. They knew the requirements of the law but saw nothing wrong with offering blind and lame animals to God, though they had acceptable animals in their flocks. They gave, but bitingtravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254782185585534201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136030391688562039.post-80094655538717132732012-10-27T13:09:00.001+11:002012-11-04T23:30:35.260+11:00What is on your mind?
Philippians 4:8
Think about such things.
Shaping our thoughts by what is unseen and eternal, and a love for God.
Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. - Matthew 22:37bitingtravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254782185585534201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136030391688562039.post-86088680881483433102012-10-26T15:27:00.001+11:002012-11-04T23:33:49.329+11:00Writing about writing"I don't understand, how can anyone write so much?"
I love writing.
Making sense of life. Sorting, shaping thoughts, feelings, views.
Stopping them from crazily and endlessly spinning in my head.
But you have to be careful with what you share with the world.
Careful not to write about people you know, offending them.
Careful not to name people, not to say too much about yourself.
Careful, bitingtravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254782185585534201noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136030391688562039.post-88265437687242000992012-10-20T13:02:00.005+11:002012-10-20T13:23:19.372+11:00From the other sideThe ambulance call
"Can you have a look at her?"
That morning I was awoken by distressed cries and loud bangs on the door. Her tongue was swollen, in pain, and she couldn't speak or eat properly. The ambulance was called.
Sleepily I sat on the couch beside her. Ironically, we had just revised the ALS protocols the previous day. Airway, breathing, circulation. Tongue was mildly bitingtravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254782185585534201noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136030391688562039.post-71712764870095293182012-10-19T02:42:00.004+11:002012-10-19T16:17:03.174+11:00MyopicOne day, I was driving along a familiar road. Dusk tinted my vision with its greyish-blue shade. The street and city lights appeared dimmer against a sky which had not yet become completely dark.
Suddenly, I realised that every road sign along the way was blurry. I could barely make out road names, or read the number plates of cars in front. The green and red traffic lights smeared beyond neat bitingtravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254782185585534201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136030391688562039.post-84404141356218341382012-10-01T13:32:00.002+10:002012-10-03T11:08:28.252+10:00What if your blessings come through raindrops?
Blessings - Laura Story
We pray for blessings, we pray for peace
Comfort for family, protection while we sleep
We pray for healing, for prosperity
We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering
And all the while, You hear each spoken need
Yet love us way too much to give us lesser things
We pray for wisdom, Your voice to hear
And we cry in anger when we cannot feel you near
We doubt yourbitingtravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254782185585534201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136030391688562039.post-67746349082081837082012-09-29T16:51:00.003+10:002012-10-01T13:37:45.256+10:00Lessons from Ephesians For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart. - Hebrews 4:12
Seasons pass, where reading the Bible and listening to sermons becomes a chore. During those times, I hear an exasperated voice say within, I've heard this so many times bitingtravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254782185585534201noreply@blogger.com0