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Last night two years ago was one of the hardest nights of my life.It was the last night I spent with Mum before she passed away the following afternoon, at 3:33pm.About a week earlier, we learned that she had metastatic carcinoma — Stage 4 cancer. Doctors could not identify the primary source without beginning aggressive investigations and treatment, procedures that might have further weakened

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Everyday feels like a bad dream I cannot wake up from. I yearn to sleep to see you alive again, but insomnia from the grief keeps me away. Nothing is going to change things. Time doesn't heal. It just numbs the pain. Love heals, but love takes time, effort and authenticity. Ingredients that are hard to find. Until love and time align, my heart aches and I yearn to dream of you daily. 

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So I'm back again, designing and selling fun shirts! Do feel free to check out the other designs on Facebook or Instagram. 

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Would you leave your dog out in the rain,Shivering, shuddering, maybe in pain.Drenched in the icy cold droplets from heaven, Clueless and confused, trembling every second. 'Wasn't I good enough to bring joy and warmth, to watch over you and keep you warned. Maybe I couldn't see the best, But I was always there beside you at every rest.'Lady girl you brought joy and warmth

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 "When helping the needy, leave your cameras behind," we tell people. I think organisations ought to do likewise.(Of course, the usual pushback is that 'they need photos for funders and accountability.' Well, there are funders who are willing and able to fund without any of these. Anyhow, even if photos are required, let's seek to empower with informed consent. But let's deliberate hard,

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Six years ago, after wrapping up my office where I ran my communication-design business, my plan was to continue operations from home. After 10 years of running the business, I hit a snag with my cashflow in 2016. The introduction of Goods and Services Tax (GST) in 2015, cascaded into clients becoming tightfisted in their project budgets; suppliers hiking their materials and service rates

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Covid-19 has changed the world. But we have a sky above us to remind us that seasons change. There are brighter days ahead.

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Inside the deepest parts of my heart, the real question is how much do I want to keep on going in life.

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So that spider in the picture sort of represents me at this point in time: I am either building new connections or mending broken ones. At 40 and white-haired, I'm still on an introspective journey to discover what I am suppose to be doing with my life. Or in a Christian sense, am I doing what I am called to do. A big part of the reflection is: yes. Somehow, in some

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Maybe the voices are right. I should rethink doing NGO work...

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Too alarming now to talk aboutTake your pictures down and shake it outTruth or consequence, say it aloudUse that evidence, race it around There goes my heroWatch him as he goesThere goes my heroHe's ordinary Don't the best of them bleed it outWhile the rest of them peter outTruth or consequence, say it aloudUse that evidence, race it around There goes my heroWatch him as he goesThere

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For you who might like to check out my photographs of nature, places, art and daily life, feel free to check out my photo blog at www.preahong.blogspot.com I try to post a picture a day with a thought attached, just a little playground for me to flex my photographic muscles. If you would like to hire me for photography (I prefer shooting animals, sceneries, inanimate

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The last thing I posted on Facebook was to encourage my old school friends to switch their profile pictures to the photo of my old school badge. This was a suggestion from an old classmate, whom of late, I've been working with to help our old alma mater with some fundraising work. In the Facebook post, I tagged a whole bunch of old friends to consider switching the profile pics to this for a

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They say there are five questions people ask. 1. Where do we come from? 2. Why are we here? 3. What is wrong with this world? 4. How can it be fixed? 5. Why is my chicken chop taking so long?  Where am I going? I didn't really ask these questions. It didn't bug me that I didn't know the answers. In fact, I didn't know I needed to ask them in the first place. I was born, breastfed,

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Some have already ceased to live before their physical time on earth is up. Life goes on, but they do not. Others go on living, despite their many valleys in the shadow of death. I understand why suicide is frequently an option.

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Some have already ceased to live before their physical time on earth is up. Life goes on, but they do not. Others go on living, despite their many valleys in the shadow of death. I understand why suicide is frequently an option.

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I have shirked from blogging. Many things have come up and I felt I needed time to process my thoughts. My time and focus have been robbed by other things and penning my thoughts here has taken a back seat. This year is a rough one. I began the year heart-broken and drained. The girl I thought I was going to marry decided she wasn't sure anymore and left. It has taken several months for me

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Everyone wants to help matchmake but nobody wants to help patch a broken relationship.

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Here's a shout-out for my company, Twentyfivecents Creative Solutions. If you're writing a book, and need some creative input or professional art direction, do consider this. (function(d, s, id) { var js, fjs = d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0]; if (d.getElementById(id)) return; js = d.createElement(s); js.id = id; js.src = "//connect.facebook.net/en_GB/sdk.js#xfbml=1&version=v2.3";

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I just read a blog of an acquaintance. It felt heartwarming to know his thoughts, how he treats his wife, loves animals, and is an upright man.I know he enjoys life. This is something I would never have known just watching him move about in his daily life. A quiet man.  What struck me was, his interest in blogging (he follows about 50 over blogs). His writing is candid and witty. He is

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Here are a set of illustrations I worked on. I am selling them on 15x15cm prints. If you would like to purchase them, drop me an email at: kevin.thomas@twentyfivecents.com.my

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