<?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-3071046851079468954</id><updated>2012-01-04T23:54:34.692+08:00</updated><category term='Burmese gospel songs'/><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>248</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-7957378395770955795</id><published>2011-12-21T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T21:28:23.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cucumber Story</title><summary type='text'>So it's about two months to the wedding, and our days have been filled with visits to the tailor, poking about in our google documents, Dave's interviews, shopping for Christmas, watching HBO and eating crisps, and reading on the book of Esther.We've been doing a lot - plenty of do, do, do. And on days of plenty of doing, I get a little bit meh. I find myself getting easily meh over things of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/7957378395770955795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=7957378395770955795&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/7957378395770955795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/7957378395770955795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2011/12/cucumber-story.html' title='Cucumber Story'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-8160769773500840555</id><published>2011-12-10T02:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T03:14:04.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Again</title><summary type='text'>And so, that time of the year arrives. I turned 26 yesterday. Mum made fried rice and roast chicken and we had a pretty awesome meal.As you get older, it gets more unremarkable - I repeat this to myself again, as I did last year (well, it's not completely true - Dave celebrates it with me, and for the first time in the same time zone, so that makes it pretty remarkable). I tell myself to not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/8160769773500840555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=8160769773500840555&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/8160769773500840555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/8160769773500840555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-again.html' title='And Again'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-8273502929126172450</id><published>2011-10-29T01:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T08:29:15.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making a Comeback of Sorts</title><summary type='text'>Hello.It has been a long time since. So much has happened, yet looking at this space, you'd think my life has been empty and dull. But many things have happened. Too many.There's a correlation between emotions and frequency of posts. I used to write out of sadness and hurt - a way to organise the mess, to filter thoughts in the head. Now I just don't write anymore. Some have remarked that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/8273502929126172450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=8273502929126172450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/8273502929126172450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/8273502929126172450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2011/10/making-comeback-of-sorts.html' title='Making a Comeback of Sorts'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-3650389791198823095</id><published>2011-08-21T01:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T01:43:47.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steamed Egg Cake</title><summary type='text'>It's been awhile. Let's just say ice cream has taken over my life and I come home smelling like dairy and caked with custard. Perth is coming up soon and I'm not even sure if I have enough clean clothes. After that will be Eid (this season always brings me back to the amazing soto ayam at F's last year, with the bloated begedil at the bottom of the bowl) and then I'll find myself in London again,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/3650389791198823095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=3650389791198823095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/3650389791198823095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/3650389791198823095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2011/08/steamed-egg-cake_21.html' title='Steamed Egg Cake'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-1442815925643580041</id><published>2011-07-17T23:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T23:15:08.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year Later</title><summary type='text'>It's amazing how much can take place in a year. Last year in July I went for an OM missions trip and things were never the same again. In more ways than one. The decision to plunge into uncertainty, and having met people who now are an important part of my life, and surrendering thing into His hands.A year later, things are very different from what I had worked it out to be/daydreamed about. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/1442815925643580041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=1442815925643580041&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/1442815925643580041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/1442815925643580041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2011/07/year-later.html' title='A Year Later'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8yTJbUmvNYI/TiMJyRT5X6I/AAAAAAAADB0/mwNxYEPnePc/s72-c/22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-7906225914361462184</id><published>2011-07-05T02:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T02:44:16.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!</title><summary type='text'>Photo taken by Rach, the night Dave popped the big question and I said yes. Besides the important details of how it took place, I will forever remember the squeals and screams the girls made after they found out :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/7906225914361462184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=7906225914361462184&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/7906225914361462184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/7906225914361462184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='!!!'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--rDa4aQ5jUQ/ThIHbxJ_s8I/AAAAAAAADBs/MlkpbmUE8AU/s72-c/262189_10150305833597889_714802888_9175665_4322739_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-1599515995349618523</id><published>2011-06-23T21:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T22:10:11.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Urgent Kind of Urgency</title><summary type='text'>Look here, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we are going to a certain town and will stay there a year. We will do business there and make a profit.” How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog—it’s here a little while, then it’s gone. What you ought to say is, “If the Lord wants us to, we will live and do this or that.” Otherwise you are boasting about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/1599515995349618523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=1599515995349618523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/1599515995349618523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/1599515995349618523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2011/06/urgent-kind-of-urgency.html' title='An Urgent Kind of Urgency'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-4961758418524177956</id><published>2011-06-19T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T22:25:53.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revisiting That Day in May</title><summary type='text'>Flipping through the pages of my old blog, I found this! And a corresponding post! May 17, 2007, you were quite a day. I can still remember how big and pink the cow tongue at the Dato Keramat pasar was, and rolling the dice at the entrance of the LRT station and wishing we hadn't rolled a 10 (but later realising it was pretty neat that we did).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/4961758418524177956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=4961758418524177956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/4961758418524177956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/4961758418524177956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2011/06/revisiting-that-day-in-may.html' title='Revisiting That Day in May'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-8276490831322990239</id><published>2011-06-11T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T14:27:09.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Apart</title><summary type='text'>Let's just say a lot of things confound me. For example, how unicorns slide on rainbows, or how thoughts about eating Korean noodles stay constantly on my mind. Or fathers calling daughters 'princesses' or mothers comforting and consoling children.Last week I saw the closeness of a mother with her daughters - how easy they were with each other and how accommodating the mother is, and I thought, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/8276490831322990239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=8276490831322990239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/8276490831322990239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/8276490831322990239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2011/06/better-apart.html' title='Better Apart'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-644648842727890146</id><published>2011-06-05T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T14:54:49.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy birthday!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/644648842727890146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=644648842727890146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/644648842727890146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/644648842727890146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TKS1jg078es/Teslfc0CUcI/AAAAAAAADBQ/c7jOXpj2-Rw/s72-c/176134_10150091898051082_700936081_6796753_4368399_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-8787382994419709545</id><published>2011-06-01T21:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T15:46:52.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Grace Awakening</title><summary type='text'>Today's page reads:“Behold, O My people, I will open your graves...” (Ezekiel 37:12). When God wants to show you what human nature is like separated from Himself, He shows it to you in yourself. If the Spirit of God has ever given you a vision of what you are apart from the grace of God (and He will only do this when His Spirit is at work in you), then you know that in reality there is no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/8787382994419709545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=8787382994419709545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/8787382994419709545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/8787382994419709545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2011/06/grace-awakening.html' title='A Grace Awakening'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-8944049147431423312</id><published>2011-05-29T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T15:05:55.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twelve Weeks</title><summary type='text'>Hello Monday. You've been slow - partly because of the stifling heat, and a smidgen because I broke a fluorescent light tube last night, but mostly because of my unenthusiastic attempt to reel away from activity.Classes at the seminary ended on Friday (with a nifty graduation service and friends and family who came to join in the festivities) but the weekend went on, industrious and in full speed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/8944049147431423312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=8944049147431423312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/8944049147431423312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/8944049147431423312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2011/05/twelve-weeks.html' title='Twelve Weeks'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vOWznzzLa40/TeIkfX_SrqI/AAAAAAAADAs/wBBWcfu59L0/s72-c/_MG_9962.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-7144188873489739831</id><published>2011-05-07T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T00:41:52.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting a Piece of Ourselves Over</title><summary type='text'>One of the lecturers made a joke and replaced the word 'seminary' with 'cemetery'. The person in front of me immediately replied, without missing a beat - "It's where our old selves come to die".True story.Getting packages in the postbox is one of my favourite things in life. Dave sends the best packages (and not just because no one else really sends me any :)) and this time there's a stack of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/7144188873489739831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=7144188873489739831&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/7144188873489739831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/7144188873489739831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2011/05/posting-piece-of-ourselves-over.html' title='Posting a Piece of Ourselves Over'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-588007654614334788</id><published>2011-05-06T06:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T06:56:01.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!11!!1!1!!</title><summary type='text'>This almost reminds me of the time I used to crank up the radio on the drive to work, blasting fluff and trite chart-toppers and singing along to psyche me up for the day - it was a strange kind of desperation.And now every time I hear this and this, it's almost like I can smell the air of a year and a half ago.And today I am reminded of how I used to sit in the car and pray in the staff car park</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/588007654614334788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=588007654614334788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/588007654614334788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/588007654614334788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2011/05/1111.html' title='!!!11!!1!1!!'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-5635259821605260166</id><published>2011-05-01T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T23:58:21.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/5635259821605260166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=5635259821605260166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/5635259821605260166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/5635259821605260166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OFrvK4hqso/Tb2C3Y3SCvI/AAAAAAAADAk/f_tHTV-W4IY/s72-c/llama.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-3258994550721962414</id><published>2011-04-15T19:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T20:55:11.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphanies and an Old Laptop</title><summary type='text'> &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/3258994550721962414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=3258994550721962414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/3258994550721962414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/3258994550721962414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2011/04/epiphanies-and-old-laptop.html' title='Epiphanies and an Old Laptop'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3DzAqogJPX0/TagwpMhPd1I/AAAAAAAADAE/7WsLkvXYuOI/s72-c/020_21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-8631705324392183119</id><published>2011-04-15T06:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T19:43:10.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewrite/The Vision</title><summary type='text'>So this guy comes up to me and says "What's the vision? What's the big idea?" I open my mouth and words come out like this…       The vision?       The vision is JESUS – obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.       The vision is an army of young people.       You see bones? I see an army. And they are FREE from materialism.       They laugh at 9-5 little prisons. They could eat caviar on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/8631705324392183119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=8631705324392183119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/8631705324392183119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/8631705324392183119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2011/04/vision.html' title='Rewrite/The Vision'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-1739915375401097252</id><published>2011-03-24T21:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T01:14:04.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Things</title><summary type='text'>    Tiny houses + moving toy trains = massive amounts of win. Throw in a funfair that actually spins, miniature cable cars that move, and a house on fire (yes, with smoke and everything) and you get a grown up squealing ungrown-up-ly in the midst of kids and their parents. It was an amazing little wonderland.It's been three weeks since school started and its been good. However, the piling list of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/1739915375401097252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=1739915375401097252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/1739915375401097252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/1739915375401097252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-things.html' title='Little Things'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z_AfhABtI9w/TYtFpHelfuI/AAAAAAAAC_8/FpJ2QG71W7Q/s72-c/034_36.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-5288605162715066031</id><published>2011-03-18T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T20:58:05.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of Sorts</title><summary type='text'>    Walking down Southbank last February, never in my mind could I imagine that I would someday return. I thought of 2008. Southbank in 2008. Quick steps with one stop to look at the Thames. A day at the Tate. A night at the National Gallery. Days of workshops and sandwiches at Soho. When I returned home, I held onto some kind of hope of going back.Of all the schemes conjured in my mind, never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/5288605162715066031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=5288605162715066031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/5288605162715066031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/5288605162715066031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2011/03/return-of-sorts.html' title='Return of Sorts'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BM0KTNTRiKA/TYNROC-JvpI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/9pHRxG4aXqE/s72-c/031_32.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-334014960945572771</id><published>2011-03-15T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T21:58:57.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March Marches In</title><summary type='text'>   It's been a whirlwindy 2 weeks. Classes at seminary have begun, and my return to student life has been made complete with 7.30am mornings. That, and I've also started part-time work at an ice-cream wonderland. That, plus our annual church camp last weekend. And a quiz in between, school duties, a 15-minute sermon to deliver and readings - thrown in for good measure.So much, but so good.It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/334014960945572771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=334014960945572771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/334014960945572771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/334014960945572771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-marches-in.html' title='March Marches In'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-db5NSyFAJJY/TX9pUhsSKqI/AAAAAAAAC2w/3g7jjQNekjQ/s72-c/010_12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-2471924045324434585</id><published>2011-03-04T16:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T17:37:14.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ships at Sea</title><summary type='text'>However do you fit a lifetime into two weeks? The people that matter, the places to go and the time in your hands to make what you will with it.I'm back and trying to cope with change. Two weeks of seeing the face you've been waiting to see for months, and then, no more. You return to logging in to Skype daily but it's not the same. You wait for a few months and it takes place all over </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/2471924045324434585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=2471924045324434585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/2471924045324434585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/2471924045324434585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2011/03/ships-at-sea.html' title='Ships at Sea'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S3qfNB5AxE4/TXCpK93BJ_I/AAAAAAAAC0c/g-8FRsdQSf0/s72-c/004_6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-5138497001870425281</id><published>2011-02-21T08:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T17:39:12.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Sometimes About the Weather</title><summary type='text'>Hello from England. It's been very cold, and colder. There has been no sign of snow and I feel short-changed (perhaps snow will justify enduring such temperatures). It's a week in and I've been up to my ears in tea, potatoes and meeting lots of different groups of people. And answering questions about Malaysian culture, food and weather. And being mistaken as a) Korean b) Filipino and c) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/5138497001870425281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=5138497001870425281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/5138497001870425281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/5138497001870425281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-sometimes-about-weather.html' title='It&apos;s Sometimes About the Weather'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-4190269991484288969</id><published>2011-02-09T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T00:46:36.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two more days before I get to see this face::D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/4190269991484288969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=4190269991484288969&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/4190269991484288969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/4190269991484288969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2011/02/two-more-days-before-i-get-to-see-this.html' title=''/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/TVFyrINCo-I/AAAAAAAACzs/xymShtt2q08/s72-c/162795_461423471081_700936081_6144202_3287101_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-6633931591510067329</id><published>2011-02-03T13:25:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T00:41:07.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One more week! :)Also, 新年快乐. Woke up to a face I miss incredibly so, had the chor yatt breakfast of vegetables and nam yue, and then my first slice of bakwa (organic bakwa! well, who would've thunk).(It's all about the food, yes)恭喜发财, 心想事成.Or alternatively (in one breath, ready set go!): Gong hei fatt choy, san tai kin hong, cheong meng pak sui, lin lin tou fatt, fei fei pak pak.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/6633931591510067329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=6633931591510067329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/6633931591510067329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/6633931591510067329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-more-week-also.html' title=''/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/TUo88iXguZI/AAAAAAAACzg/ck7L5ZnUpbQ/s72-c/017_15.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-6869263721935261748</id><published>2011-02-01T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T00:00:51.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Far Too Brief Summation of January</title><summary type='text'>It's the beginning of the second month of the year, and closer to Chinese New Year (though the assault of clanging festive tunes had painfully begun a month ago). Tonight there are firecrackers, and the smell of a mandarin orange being peeled after dinner. I've always been at odds with this time of the year, and not even bakwa can change how I feel about it (although I must note there's still no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/6869263721935261748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=6869263721935261748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/6869263721935261748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/6869263721935261748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2011/02/far-too-brief-summation-of-january.html' title='A Far Too Brief Summation of January'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-1809442747135496091</id><published>2011-01-22T15:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T23:12:14.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty-Eleven</title><summary type='text'>More of You, more of love and loving, more boldness.More for His cause, more for His message of loving redemption. More truth. More life.In more of Him and more of all the things of His, may I be pushed to the periphery and there be less of me. This year must be a year of what He can, will and desire to do, not a year of what I want to do or wish to achieve (God's list: 1) Talk about me endlessly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/1809442747135496091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=1809442747135496091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/1809442747135496091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/1809442747135496091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2011/01/twenty-eleven_19.html' title='Twenty-Eleven'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/TTqwPLKtzKI/AAAAAAAACzA/ssU93TVWb44/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-1702018672728369999</id><published>2011-01-13T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T01:33:00.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures with Kyoko Nakamura &amp; Gregory De Silva</title><summary type='text'>     A day in the city with Lilly and Francis (who's from Sri Lanka), doing all things touristy - things foreign to us even, like the Skybridge (if not for this jaunt I wouldn't have bothered) which found us starting our journey at 6 a.m. and waiting in line for two hours just to get tickets.Here is a map (with narrative texts) of our day.In the spirit of semi-reckless adventure, we drove to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/1702018672728369999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=1702018672728369999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/1702018672728369999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/1702018672728369999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2011/01/adventures-with-kyoko-nakamura-gregory.html' title='Adventures with Kyoko Nakamura &amp; Gregory De Silva'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/TS3WsbWUCcI/AAAAAAAACyQ/rPfAZvRKyjw/s72-c/DSC03152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-7323428192606496217</id><published>2010-12-31T12:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T14:25:07.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before the Year Ends</title><summary type='text'>  One night, in a fit of industriousness, I decided to bake a cake. There were two cans of condensed milk brought in from Singapore months ago, sitting on the shelf, and this recipe (who doesn't get all excited at recipes that tell you to 'put everything in a bowl and mix'? - no one.)(Honestly, I don't know how Rach cooks and takes (such pretty) photographs at the same time. I really don't)The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/7323428192606496217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=7323428192606496217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/7323428192606496217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/7323428192606496217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/12/before-year-ends.html' title='Before the Year Ends'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/TR1a6YHnHoI/AAAAAAAACwU/2A4nmj2K_UE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-1481638190552272675</id><published>2010-12-29T15:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T16:06:15.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch Date</title><summary type='text'>              One of the best tasting meals I've ever had, and with equally ace company, at Haute Food Co. a few weeks ago. The sticky date pudding trumps all sticky date puddings (yes, Rach, even yesterday's one!)It's a warm and mellow afternoon today, the skies are heavy and hanging over my laundry. There's a tumbler of toffee nut latte on my desk.  And I now have my identity back, and neater </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/1481638190552272675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=1481638190552272675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/1481638190552272675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/1481638190552272675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/12/lunch-date.html' title='Lunch Date'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/TRrlTx_Xk8I/AAAAAAAACwA/mNK-pPappe4/s72-c/012_20.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-4109732833119802841</id><published>2010-12-24T19:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T20:47:18.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When One is On the Other Side of the World</title><summary type='text'>Rach thought this song would be fitting - for the season, and because of a certain distance.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/4109732833119802841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=4109732833119802841&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/4109732833119802841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/4109732833119802841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-one-is-on-other-side-of-world.html' title='When One is On the Other Side of the World'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5287/5287371157_a43c426b93_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-5463057222624022034</id><published>2010-12-23T18:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T22:44:49.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Math Lessons</title><summary type='text'>Last month we spent 3 days in Cheroh, a small town just after Raub, with Gospel to the Poor. We went in to do Bible activities and sharing with the indigenous youth, but ended up having to teach 5 hours of math lessons a day.Now, my math is terrible and my math teacher in secondary school will attest to that - my Mod Math results were an embarrassment (whoever gets 50% for that paper? apparently </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/5463057222624022034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=5463057222624022034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/5463057222624022034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/5463057222624022034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/12/math-lessons.html' title='Math Lessons'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/TRMnzo2wLvI/AAAAAAAACuU/9hYqBl6MrHM/s72-c/029_3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-3344208058357418452</id><published>2010-12-21T23:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T00:22:42.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mm06: Synagogue</title><summary type='text'> A continuation of our Myanmar adventures in July - many months late. Just dropped off a roll of film at the shop today, so get ready for an avalanche of pictures in the next few days (I love the feeling of anticipation and apprehension of film being processed. After picking them up I hurry to the car, sit back and flip through the photos. And you'll never quite know what you'll get - I can live </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/3344208058357418452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=3344208058357418452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/3344208058357418452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/3344208058357418452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/12/mm06-synagogue.html' title='mm06: Synagogue'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5007/5280008401_f299f2b650_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-7401326225188263820</id><published>2010-12-19T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T01:00:40.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hen Duo Xie Xie</title><summary type='text'>It has been a loopy (but a good kind of loopy) yet amazing year. Thank you for the fish everything - the ridiculous amounts of support, encouragement and belief throughout the past months. I'm just glad you folks didn't think I've gone mad (it's either that or you are all just as delusional as I am - how fun! :) )So much goodness, and a whole lot more kindness. Belief, even when I myself doubted.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/7401326225188263820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=7401326225188263820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/7401326225188263820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/7401326225188263820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/12/hen-duo-xie-xie.html' title='Hen Duo Xie Xie'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/TQzfDJul8RI/AAAAAAAACtg/OKX9rXtJd6o/s72-c/pic%2Bletter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-8722691628813738168</id><published>2010-12-17T16:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T21:41:50.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>List #3: 5 Things! (part deux)</title><summary type='text'>5 Ridiculous Things I Would Get Lilly for Christmas (if I could)1. A sparkly unicorn2. A completely fitted and kitted-out darkroom3. A recording session at Abbey Road Studios4. An apartment in Seattle5. Sufjan Stevens' pretty wings*Note to Lilly: I'm not putting it as 'it'll never happen in real life'! :D**Yey! Lilly's list is up!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/8722691628813738168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=8722691628813738168&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/8722691628813738168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/8722691628813738168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/12/list-3-5-things-part-deux.html' title='List #3: 5 Things! (part deux)'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/TQsZjIuGqgI/AAAAAAAACs4/amqXFCYTnY0/s72-c/unicorn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-9006909010565118897</id><published>2010-12-14T22:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T20:58:40.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>List #3: 5 Things!</title><summary type='text'>So our next list was made on a whim, and will be made up of two parts. First part is this: 5 Ridiculous Things I Want for Christmas That Will Never Happen in Real Life (Lilly said we might get depressed at the end of it). Clearly (4) Transporter from Star Trek is the only thing that technically 'will never happen in real life' - the rest may happen if lots of money started rolling in through my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/9006909010565118897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=9006909010565118897&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/9006909010565118897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/9006909010565118897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/12/list-3-5-things.html' title='List #3: 5 Things!'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5088/5260304391_f277ef12bb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-8167566041421194683</id><published>2010-12-12T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T02:11:32.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazement</title><summary type='text'>So here comes the difficult bit. Come end of every year, I'll muse a bit, reflect on the past 12 months and pull together some thoughts and write. But let's just say doing all that for 2010 will take a bit of work, and I don't quite know where to even begin.Am back from a week away at TeenStreet Miri and will remain in the comforts of home, as the Youth Kairos gig in Penang has been called off. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/8167566041421194683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=8167566041421194683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/8167566041421194683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/8167566041421194683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/12/amazement.html' title='Amazement'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-1794183824582695122</id><published>2010-12-12T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T22:57:03.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>List #2: Road Trippin'</title><summary type='text'>Five places to go on a single road trip (long overdue - see Lilly's list!) :Europe version:London - York - Ireland - Italy - Bosnia HerzegovinaAsia version:Vietnam - Laos - Myanmar - Nepal - Bhutan</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/1794183824582695122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=1794183824582695122&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/1794183824582695122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/1794183824582695122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/12/list-2-road-trippin.html' title='List #2: Road Trippin&apos;'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-8183222867878262312</id><published>2010-11-14T22:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T08:37:12.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>List #1: Names</title><summary type='text'>1. Caithlene2. Emma3. Grace4. Soraya5. Tehillah6. Carra7. Anna1. Ezra2. Keith3. Timothy4. Samuel5. Ean/Ian6. Luke7. OwenI'll start my first day of liberation by posting up the list of the week. Seven names for girls and seven names for boys (as suggested by Lilly, who's now probably too busy dealing with irate credit card customers)There's no other way than to start the end of work with such </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/8183222867878262312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=8183222867878262312&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/8183222867878262312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/8183222867878262312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/11/list-1-names.html' title='List #1: Names'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-4172817403791897123</id><published>2010-11-14T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T22:07:06.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This afternoon was spent reading a part of Proverbs (long overdue reading) while it rained and while Candy was deciding if the downpour was enough to keep our trawling Bangsar trip at bay. I struggled at the beginning of the book, the repetitiveness caused my mind to oft run away into other thoughts. But today I really enjoyed reading it. Some good ones I picked out:We can make our own plans,but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/4172817403791897123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=4172817403791897123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/4172817403791897123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/4172817403791897123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-afternoon-was-spent-reading-part.html' title=''/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-1618191197511471788</id><published>2010-11-13T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T00:05:42.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Only One Thing Will Remain</title><summary type='text'>When you are in a place where there is nothing to grasp at, to hold on, to cling stubbornly to - except to Him and Him alone. When the temporal things you place your hope and desires on, fall down into pieces. When the people you look to turn away. When there is only earthly silence when you're wading a sea of questions and uncertainty.I said, well that is quite scary (not horror-kind scary, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/1618191197511471788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=1618191197511471788&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/1618191197511471788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/1618191197511471788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-only-one-thing-will-remain.html' title='And Only One Thing Will Remain'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-3068105638664365484</id><published>2010-11-07T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:09:28.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends Away</title><summary type='text'>So I've learned that weekends away can end up being quite epic. Weekend at OA camp, weekend at the seminary, weekend at Kairos training - sometimes going in expecting something, sometimes without any intention of expectations, but always, always, receiving something.And last weekend there was a parcel of goodness from Him. I was distracted by a nauseating migraine, but what I received was so good</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/3068105638664365484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=3068105638664365484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/3068105638664365484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/3068105638664365484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/11/weekends-away.html' title='Weekends Away'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-6466139944617638556</id><published>2010-10-25T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T18:58:56.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Through Boxes</title><summary type='text'>           Found some photos while looking through my Flickr account, and realised there are so many pictures that never found it's way here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/6466139944617638556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=6466139944617638556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/6466139944617638556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/6466139944617638556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/10/untitled-by-patricialow-on-flickr.html' title='Looking Through Boxes'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/TMVdgYWarHI/AAAAAAAACr0/kwkkddpVJF0/s72-c/2797393038_318e4aafdb_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-4261414433440058995</id><published>2010-10-08T13:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T14:45:26.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close to a Close</title><summary type='text'>When the year is close to a close, the period of contemplation/reflection/blanking out takes place as clockwork as  groundhog on Groundhog Day. It's only October, but with things lined up for half of November and most of December, the year will end faster than you can say 'twenty-eleven' (it's not two thousand and eleven).It has been an amazing year - full of life-defining, turning-point, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/4261414433440058995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=4261414433440058995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/4261414433440058995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/4261414433440058995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/10/close-to-close.html' title='Close to a Close'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-1507805862962281426</id><published>2010-10-03T00:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T01:28:55.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruised by a Falling Epiphany</title><summary type='text'>Last week I went to the bank to deposit my paycheck. It wasn't much, but after scraping through weeks it felt like I've just struck oil in some barren land in the Middle East. I dropped the cheques in, took out the cash and happily walked out, only to see a disabled boy in a wheelchair right in front of me. He had a donations box next to him. Feeling like I could afford to pop in something, I did</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/1507805862962281426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=1507805862962281426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/1507805862962281426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/1507805862962281426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/10/bruised-by-falling-epiphany.html' title='Bruised by a Falling Epiphany'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-6948178558088840530</id><published>2010-09-27T18:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T18:05:47.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Lunch</title><summary type='text'>A brief few minutes of no real conversation, and I could glean so much from it. So much meaning in its hollowness. At the end of the day it's all about what I can be to you. I think I'm done being useful. I want to be...ridiculously girly and flippant, and of no real use to you but yet, still be accepted. Can? I promise to not go crazy with pinks.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/6948178558088840530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=6948178558088840530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/6948178558088840530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/6948178558088840530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/09/after-lunch.html' title='After Lunch'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-7143883441765600131</id><published>2010-09-17T18:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T19:13:43.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapters 11 + 12</title><summary type='text'>It has been a restless and edgy few days, each of them unexplainable but yet not without reason. This is the next post after my previous cakap-Melayu post, which I had hoped will be better than that (and the cat story), unicorn-spitting-rainbow kind of better. So by His great measure of grace, it is not one of despair. There are just that many stories one can write about a cat. (One.)Today I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/7143883441765600131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=7143883441765600131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/7143883441765600131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/7143883441765600131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapters-11-12.html' title='Chapters 11 + 12'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-6338410813386095461</id><published>2010-09-14T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T22:42:50.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shannon and her cat.</title><summary type='text'>So Shannon had a cat, and this cat had no name.The cat grew up in Shannon's house, which was always spick and span. Full of trinkets and useless dolls fashioned out of dough, keepsakes from places no one bothered to remember, photo frames of people with bad hair and odd-shaped glasses. The cat was like a daughter to Shannon, who also kept a jellyfish in a jar, and a hedgehog in the garden. They </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/6338410813386095461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=6338410813386095461&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/6338410813386095461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/6338410813386095461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/09/shannon-and-her-cat.html' title='Shannon and her cat.'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-5267702627320892955</id><published>2010-09-14T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T02:40:22.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mm05: Unexpected</title><summary type='text'>    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/5267702627320892955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=5267702627320892955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/5267702627320892955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/5267702627320892955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/09/mm05-unexpected.html' title='mm05: Unexpected'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-6123179529435855250</id><published>2010-09-06T02:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T03:22:54.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miri/Brunei</title><summary type='text'>        Photos of the recent Miri/Brunei trip. Finally.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/6123179529435855250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=6123179529435855250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/6123179529435855250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/6123179529435855250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/09/miribrunei.html' title='Miri/Brunei'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/TIPo_fUbLnI/AAAAAAAACoE/xqE4baBjjrc/s72-c/File0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-7221246250972716470</id><published>2010-09-02T20:23:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T00:52:14.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life Lived</title><summary type='text'>An old Protestant cemetery on the fringes of Georgetown. Haphazard clusters of graves, tombs and memorial markers. In the middle lies Francis Light, his grave unremarkable for someone who was in the core of Penang's early beginnings.As we stepped through the cemetery, we paused momentarily to read the epitaphs, the details, the worn engravings. Names of people, and the age they left this place. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/7221246250972716470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=7221246250972716470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/7221246250972716470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/7221246250972716470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-lived.html' title='A Life Lived'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/TH-Zfc11gFI/AAAAAAAACn0/vXGuIJxdPVQ/s72-c/031_34A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-2137645682787821203</id><published>2010-08-31T22:01:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:54:11.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Country at 53</title><summary type='text'>Today, this country turns 53. Patriotic sentiments seem pale this year. There're fireworks outside. There are always fireworks, every single year. Anything is a good excuse for fireworks. I remember cowering under the covers, hands over ears, as a kid in my dad's hometown as lengths of red fireworks exploded all through the night. I'm not a huge fan of loud things popping. Some of you might </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/2137645682787821203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=2137645682787821203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/2137645682787821203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/2137645682787821203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-country-at-53.html' title='This Country at 53'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/TH0L8jatTCI/AAAAAAAACnE/Se03dRGb1Ps/s72-c/022_25A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-5295984243229959690</id><published>2010-08-30T10:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T18:07:43.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chewing on Things</title><summary type='text'>More of Penang still. Late night staking out of streets, and finding a Hokkien opera outside the Temple of the Goddess of Mercy. I liked how they flapped their long sleeves out of the way every time it was a character's turn to speak.It has been an interesting weekend in so many ways. How or where do I even start? I feel like that Medieval Lit essay I wrote years ago, which was chewed up to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/5295984243229959690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=5295984243229959690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/5295984243229959690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/5295984243229959690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/08/chewing-on-things.html' title='Chewing on Things'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/THsWCpz4abI/AAAAAAAACmE/exn2k1zOOAE/s72-c/014_15A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-1027971584066863854</id><published>2010-08-26T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:16:39.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off the Radar</title><summary type='text'>I'll be off the radar for the next few days. Bags are being packed, and something exciting is afoot.Above is a video from FGA Myanmar's youth service, where they sang the song we sang as part of our sharing.(So for those who know the song, this is a (slightly) different version of what we learned)Help me to love. To have a heart that's full of Your grace, and compassion. 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Rachel's (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/2111288851726525230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=2111288851726525230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/2111288851726525230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/2111288851726525230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/08/on-eating.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/THPSSRaegrI/AAAAAAAAClc/D6ABy9CsjGs/s72-c/149781369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-126522453885706046</id><published>2010-08-18T23:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T12:26:58.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mm04: Some Things We Did</title><summary type='text'>Questions about the climate, education systems, marriageable age. What we eat back home. Then we sang a silly action song, did a sketchy skit of the Good Samaritan, and then played a game which involved names of fruits in Chin language (leng thei, hai). Then of course, balloons. Every programme ended with David and Almut twisting balloons into cute things like swords (ok, not so cute) and dogs/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/126522453885706046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=126522453885706046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/126522453885706046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/126522453885706046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/08/mm04-some-things-we-did.html' title='mm04: Some Things We Did'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/TGv70QVpeOI/AAAAAAAACk8/4rEJh8ccNR4/s72-c/DSC00151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-5500887229907355022</id><published>2010-08-16T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T00:50:53.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidestepping</title><summary type='text'>     These are shots taken during our time at Suffolk House and while walking the streets of Penang a few weeks ago. The second picture was taken at the E&amp;O Hotel, Penang's oldest hotel, which boasts, amongst its glittery clientele, Charlie Chaplin and Noël Coward. We walked across the lobby, past a cellist carrying his cello and to the backyard, which faces the sea.The past week has been rather </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/5500887229907355022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=5500887229907355022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/5500887229907355022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/5500887229907355022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/08/sidestepping.html' title='Sidestepping'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/TGlZXCEMGlI/AAAAAAAACkM/IHo7J30GAbI/s72-c/015_16A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-5378065203231888565</id><published>2010-08-06T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T19:44:44.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mm03: Sa pi bi la?</title><summary type='text'> Sa pi bi la? (Have you eaten?) is a common greeting. Like most Asian cultures, we ask about the well-being of your stomach first.As always, we're constantly well-fed when in Myanmar. David and Almut might have not seen so much rice in their lives. Mountains of rice. Piles of rice. Heaps of steaming, white rice. Fried rice. Rice drowning in sauce. Rice with pungent curries. Waiters there seem to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/5378065203231888565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=5378065203231888565&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/5378065203231888565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/5378065203231888565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/08/mm03-sa-pi-bi-la.html' title='mm03: Sa pi bi la?'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/TFvnWtPT6BI/AAAAAAAACj0/0hfT3BI2OAY/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-6253948172877992531</id><published>2010-08-03T23:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T01:19:09.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mm02: Be a Tourist Day</title><summary type='text'> National Races Village - a park with replicas of tribal houses.   Drinking Shan tea and nibbling on pickled tea, le phet tukh.       Our guides, who're Chin, outside the Chin tribal house. Represent yo.Never have I done anything really touristy in my previous travels to Myanmar. I haven't even been to Bogyoke Market (until this recent trip). But this time, as part of an introduction to the city,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/6253948172877992531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=6253948172877992531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/6253948172877992531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/6253948172877992531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/08/mm02-be-tourist-day.html' title='mm02: Be a Tourist Day'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/TFg2kJYSiGI/AAAAAAAACik/M-y9mDJ-caU/s72-c/File0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-5642812391860035714</id><published>2010-08-02T13:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T14:16:59.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mm01: Tokyo Tokyo</title><summary type='text'> We spent the first few days in a strange little guesthouse - rooms the size of midgets and communal bathrooms opposite the kitchen. But we had really good Japanese breakfasts, cooked on the spot as we took our seats every morning. Rice, pickles and tea made with twigs. My UK team mate had a crash course in Chopsticks 101, and we played Monopoly cards at night. One night we were accompanied by a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/5642812391860035714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=5642812391860035714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/5642812391860035714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/5642812391860035714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/08/mm01-tokyo-tokyo.html' title='mm01: Tokyo Tokyo'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/TFZagQWjNsI/AAAAAAAACh4/35aoP9TYHVs/s72-c/File0013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-4949424677609980813</id><published>2010-07-26T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T23:29:39.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Return to Myanmar</title><summary type='text'> Home. Or not. It's getting harder to tell which is which.Will tell some stories once I get the first roll of film back tomorrow.There is so much of Yangon we never got to see in the previous trips. Hidden back alleys (which were safe to trod, but set my Malaysian sensibilities off tangent. In Malaysia you do not venture into unlit lanes. Ever.) and plenty of walking in the downtown area. We did </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/4949424677609980813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=4949424677609980813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/4949424677609980813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/4949424677609980813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/07/return-to-myanmar.html' title='Return to Myanmar'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/TE2ielwmZJI/AAAAAAAAChk/yzY3D9Y6fNM/s72-c/DSC00119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-8202755738331182599</id><published>2010-07-10T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T02:06:00.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OCZ010</title><summary type='text'>  Almost 5 months later, and my feet will be on Yangon soil again. This time with different people, seeing different places, doing different things. Who knew I would be back in a mere few months. I definitely did not see that coming.What was penned down to be Cambodia, and almost did not get to make it, has now turned to Myanmar, and yes! made it in time at the very last moment.It has been an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/8202755738331182599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=8202755738331182599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/8202755738331182599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/8202755738331182599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/07/ocz010.html' title='OCZ010'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/TDdVoeJQU3I/AAAAAAAAChc/ZkYmu-JrPHo/s72-c/4403218517_5229c710ff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-3091734041620409686</id><published>2010-07-05T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T00:32:02.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing In/Up Miri</title><summary type='text'>There's so much to write but barely time for even a sentence. To write this I'm giving up 30 minutes of sleep time. Some days (like yesterday) feel like time is pulling you at the ankles, leaving you unable to stop and think; the feeling of being swept away (poetic) / dragged (gory and violent).Last week the whole family flew to East Malaysia to help the brother pack up 3 years' worth of student </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/3091734041620409686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=3091734041620409686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/3091734041620409686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/3091734041620409686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/07/packing-inup-miri.html' title='Packing In/Up Miri'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/TDHp49Z3IdI/AAAAAAAAChM/d15Rzr_sZIg/s72-c/sushi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-120752199043285318</id><published>2010-06-21T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:19:15.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unnamed Villages</title><summary type='text'>Two times we traveled on those roads. Rocky, stone scattered paths that went into the heart of the Ayeyarwady Delta, roads on which half-broken taxies and stuffed jeepneys plied.Dusty roads connected the villages, most of which were dotted with golden pagodas and ancient stupas. Our taxi driver would tap his fingers mysteriously on the steering wheel, like a secret code, when passing by these </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/120752199043285318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=120752199043285318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/120752199043285318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/120752199043285318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/06/unnamed-villages.html' title='Unnamed Villages'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-4385381363909034159</id><published>2010-06-08T02:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T12:33:25.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burmese gospel songs'/><title type='text'>Song #5</title><summary type='text'>Thi hsou halleluyahVerse1:Yei shu phaya keh tin dho a-shin(Jesus, Lord my Saviour)Kaun mya mu gu daw hma da ba ma shein(You are good/noble, there's none like You)Keh tin dho a-shin na me daw hpoun gyi sei(Saviour Lord, powerful name)Ka ba ahseq hseq kou gwe myi(One after another the world will worship/revere)Chorus:Thi hsou halleluyah, halleluyah(Sing and declare hallelujah, hallelujah)Chi muan </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/4385381363909034159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=4385381363909034159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/4385381363909034159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/4385381363909034159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/06/song-5.html' title='Song #5'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-1302924838781960219</id><published>2010-06-07T21:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T03:25:51.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burmese gospel songs'/><title type='text'>Song #4</title><summary type='text'> Nan neq a-youn lin cheinVerse 1:Nan neq a-youn lin chein(The morning is bright)Hou kaun gin hteq hma(There above the sky)Wan miauk pyaw shwin nii sin kan za ya(That time, feel delight, happiness)Taun bo shou miauk pyiq ba zei([As] Mountain appears to conceal a ravine)Taun auq myei byan pyiq ba zei([As] Mountain goes underneath flat land)Gu daw phaya ywe myit ta pyaun le chin ma shi bei(God’s </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/1302924838781960219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=1302924838781960219&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/1302924838781960219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/1302924838781960219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/06/song-4.html' title='Song #4'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-2646430138130043078</id><published>2010-06-01T03:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T04:21:23.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1/2</title><summary type='text'>  The second half of the year has begun.Some days (like today) I tell myself that it is okay to be sad. I eat some carbs, and sleep a lot. And then I end up thinking a little too much, so I go on HBO and watch a movie, and so far I've seen:1. The Secret Life of Bees2. Gran Torino3. Revolutionary Road4. The Reader5. Penelope...all of which have terribly sad endings (even #5, which has a happy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/2646430138130043078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=2646430138130043078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/2646430138130043078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/2646430138130043078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/06/12.html' title='1/2'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/TAQU-N_EsqI/AAAAAAAACg8/qSAgUW6n5ek/s72-c/panmee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-2481235980389723587</id><published>2010-05-29T02:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T03:09:08.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking With It</title><summary type='text'>  It's harder to write nowadays. Partly because I'm in a situation where waiting is key, and nothing really moves on the outset (though I believe something is moving in the unseen - no, not a hantu) and I'm afraid to write of things unknown, to make speculation or to air my thoughts on this situation. It's all still quite fragile, I'm still reeling and processing from the sudden turn of things. I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/2481235980389723587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=2481235980389723587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/2481235980389723587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/2481235980389723587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/05/cooking-with-it.html' title='Cooking With It'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/TAAHP8H2EfI/AAAAAAAACgk/4Z70-KYHduI/s72-c/wall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-8191272080554626562</id><published>2010-05-24T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:04:16.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Sunday Afternoon</title><summary type='text'>  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/8191272080554626562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=8191272080554626562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/8191272080554626562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/8191272080554626562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-sunday-afternoon.html' title='One Sunday Afternoon'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/S_qfP9OQdlI/AAAAAAAACgU/euSXCmoo3ks/s72-c/pool1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-2189122228210663313</id><published>2010-05-21T00:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T13:09:17.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends/Art-making Lovers</title><summary type='text'>Warm evening hopping on and off buses, and walking along Gurney Drive. It was much narrower that I remember, and much less interesting than it once was. More construction, more skyscrapers and more rubbish.Malls dressed in neon lights. Toy sellers blowing bubbles. Parents and prams. Cyclists in spandex.The smell of grease and char koay teow in the distance. The stifling heat. Long conversations </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/2189122228210663313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=2189122228210663313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/2189122228210663313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/2189122228210663313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/05/friendsart-making-lovers.html' title='Friends/Art-making Lovers'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/S_VqpNehC2I/AAAAAAAACfY/AUqS6_gzZA4/s72-c/gurney+bldg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-6699621050436826963</id><published>2010-05-19T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T18:55:59.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light's House</title><summary type='text'>         Suffolk House in Penang, Francis Light's rumah kebun, after almost 10 years' of restoration work.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/6699621050436826963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=6699621050436826963&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/6699621050436826963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/6699621050436826963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/05/lights-house.html' title='Light&apos;s House'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/S_O6p3ujPcI/AAAAAAAACew/-bOB56inx7M/s72-c/suffolk+2+doors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-9131005079336333136</id><published>2010-05-18T19:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T19:57:27.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amelie on Armenian Street</title><summary type='text'>     Finally, pictures from Penang weekend. This is the little nook of a cafe Koon and I found while walking to our guesthouse. It was closed the morning we arrived all stinky from the train ride, but we returned the day after with the rest and shared two plates of very good cake. The coffee was good - good coffee is always a good sign. They also make their own yogurt.Another good sign.The cafe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/9131005079336333136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=9131005079336333136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/9131005079336333136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/9131005079336333136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/05/amelie-on-armenian-street.html' title='Amelie on Armenian Street'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/S_J45BMXv0I/AAAAAAAACc8/0o6kICJznxk/s72-c/amelie+bird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-5467267768400344194</id><published>2010-05-10T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T18:47:42.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Places To Go</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, over a round of pool Lillian asked me if there's any place in the world that I could go to for a month, where would it be?I didn't have a ready answer then (and felt wrong that I didn't) so today I Googled a list of countries to make sure I didn't miss any out.Also, this is a list of countries I've never been to before. My honest gut-reaction answer would have been 'the rest of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/5467267768400344194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=5467267768400344194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/5467267768400344194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/5467267768400344194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/05/places-to-go.html' title='Places To Go'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-2591286226369466291</id><published>2010-05-05T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T15:36:54.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  And another day passes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/2591286226369466291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=2591286226369466291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/2591286226369466291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/2591286226369466291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-another-day-passes.html' title=''/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/S-EeuD6p7HI/AAAAAAAACbE/KA349mOxB_g/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-6504234294129763843</id><published>2010-04-28T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T19:56:32.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wwwk: Magical Pocket</title><summary type='text'>Our parents were not very big into buying us toys. I got my first Barbie when I was 10, which now, looking back, 10 might be a little too late for Barbie-doll ownage. (It was Camping Barbie, with pink sleeping bag dotted with glow-in-the-dark stars). I think my brother was also quite excited at the prospect of having the doll in our household.So in the lack of toys, we made our own. Mostly out of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/6504234294129763843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=6504234294129763843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/6504234294129763843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/6504234294129763843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/04/wwwk-magical-pocket.html' title='wwwk: Magical Pocket'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-8774240561002650322</id><published>2010-04-27T22:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:29:11.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When We Were Kids (wwwk): Playing Shop</title><summary type='text'>We'd turn the storeroom downstairs into a cafe. The fanciest paper plates with floral borders, and chocolate teddy bear-shaped biscuits. We arranged the tins of biscuits in a row, ready to dispense food when customers streamed in. We switched on the standing fan, to be sung into. It made for a giant microphone that made our voices vibrate a little - a vibrato effect (and it was cooling).Our first</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/8774240561002650322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=8774240561002650322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/8774240561002650322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/8774240561002650322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-we-were-kids-wwwk-playing-shop.html' title='When We Were Kids (wwwk): Playing Shop'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-6124972304591866439</id><published>2010-04-22T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T21:57:43.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muka-muka</title><summary type='text'>  I have camera-shy friends who themselves take very nifty photos.Early and long day tomorrow. I dither at an amazingly professional scale, so as usual, there's a fat backlog of tasks and things to be completed before I take the train up north tomorrow night.And the last lesson of the afternoon takes place tomorrow too. And then it's absolute closure (almost; there's still grading to do though, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/6124972304591866439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=6124972304591866439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/6124972304591866439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/6124972304591866439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/04/muka-muka.html' title='Muka-muka'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/S9BR61_n4NI/AAAAAAAACZY/7p22vazFvgQ/s72-c/koon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-312875577008742526</id><published>2010-04-18T22:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T17:28:30.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Time</title><summary type='text'>Taken earlier this year, when we were at JB for Ken's wedding. The Phuas indulged us and drove us all to the newly-opened Starbucks drive-thru. Good times.Last Thursday morning was spent at Pengasih, teaching English to teens. I was a tiny bit nervous as I'll be going in alone, and unsure as to how the lesson will be received. And we've only met once, the week before.My mother, upon hearing that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/312875577008742526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=312875577008742526&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/312875577008742526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/312875577008742526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/04/taking-time.html' title='Taking Time'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/S8sX_USFpFI/AAAAAAAACYo/IYNVC3op-hU/s72-c/aj+coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-3699243587014178156</id><published>2010-04-13T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T01:22:32.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chopchop</title><summary type='text'>My room is in the middle of having years of hoarding being hacked off. Already two garbage bags have been filled and disposed of. Then I went to hack off inches of hair. My first thought after seeing the end result in the mirror: Oh nuts. The mother isn't going to like this.But things are looking a bit up - occupying myself with housework seems to be the balm, somewhat.With no personal laptop at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/3699243587014178156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=3699243587014178156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/3699243587014178156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/3699243587014178156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/04/chopchop.html' title='Chopchop'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-6231581173110710460</id><published>2010-04-05T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:32:53.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terakhir</title><summary type='text'>Today was hectic. All day running on soles and turning them sore. Returning things that don't belong to me, one of which is the laptop I grew quite fond of. Now I'm tapping away at my dad's tiny notebook, and missing the keys because I've stubby fingers.I've only been home for 3 hours and the ugliness has already started. Like I've never grown up, like I've never left. Like redeeming lost time; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/6231581173110710460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=6231581173110710460&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/6231581173110710460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/6231581173110710460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/04/terakhir.html' title='Terakhir'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-2276769826448758198</id><published>2010-04-01T10:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:12:37.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3</title><summary type='text'> I'm so distracted. And peckish.Maybe I should walk this off.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/2276769826448758198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=2276769826448758198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/2276769826448758198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/2276769826448758198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/04/3.html' title='3'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/S7QN6twgpCI/AAAAAAAACWU/V1EoEnIzJSI/s72-c/telco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-4510270270376026199</id><published>2010-03-29T01:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T03:26:01.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burmese gospel songs'/><title type='text'>Song #3</title><summary type='text'>Shian htet shik tho ko phe la(Blessings like a cup overflowing)Je su daw ko phe la shian hlei shi ba iiNit yek sin kiu na ah thit kan zaya thiA thet tha ii lan ki ni yek htain maJe su daw chi mu nei miiKaun miak keh thiMi nih ga kaun miak thi yeh khuKaun miak au mii shi ah na gak maChi mu mii gu daw kaun miak jaun ghuChi mu nih mi ni yek sein dainThere's no recording for this, only my feeble </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/4510270270376026199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=4510270270376026199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/4510270270376026199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/4510270270376026199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/03/song-3.html' title='Song #3'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-5178941751314151497</id><published>2010-03-27T19:30:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T10:28:32.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lelaki Cina Hensem Dan Kaya</title><summary type='text'>Today morning was spent with the KL Krash Pad kids (at least, the few who showed up!), chatting and watching Malay serials on TV2. We spoke about Romeo and Juliet, the play we're thinking of producing with the kids, and then about love, and everything in between. We watched 'Cucu Mat Salleh'. We laughed mostly.Girl: Saya harap Kak Pat boleh kahwin lelaki Cina hensem*. Tapi bukan saje hensem, kena</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/5178941751314151497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=5178941751314151497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/5178941751314151497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/5178941751314151497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/03/lelaki-cina-hensem-dan-kaya.html' title='Lelaki Cina Hensem Dan Kaya'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/S63txQAQmZI/AAAAAAAACWI/ULdU6DpgkIc/s72-c/lamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-6453735441984385376</id><published>2010-03-25T10:43:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T16:57:52.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends, A Year Ago</title><summary type='text'> Weekends at the clan jetties, hopping on ferries and walking the streets at 2am looking for a bed to sleep on. Early mornings of thick black coffee and killer Hokkien mee, the smell of shrimp and the sea.I really miss the Hokkien mee.Photos from an expired Ilford B&amp;W, after months of procrastination and ding-dong-ing.Changes are coming sooner than expected. The past one year closes in a week. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/6453735441984385376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=6453735441984385376&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/6453735441984385376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/6453735441984385376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/03/weekends-year-ago.html' title='Weekends, A Year Ago'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/S6reu2WBkmI/AAAAAAAACVA/7ADc4V3FRek/s72-c/ferry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-260290128985188055</id><published>2010-03-22T18:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T18:40:33.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week #5</title><summary type='text'>This is us waiting in line for Kings of Convenience last night.The improv encore was yummy.Today morning I received an email from a former student from Korea which made for a warm and good start to a Monday. And a reminder that the past 12 months was not in vain. The rain falls heavily and I'm still in the office. Week #5, cepat datang, cepat pergi.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/260290128985188055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=260290128985188055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/260290128985188055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/260290128985188055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/03/week-5.html' title='Week #5'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/S6dItIbwONI/AAAAAAAACUI/M9WKWeqQ9V0/s72-c/blue+umbrella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-7382855656929793939</id><published>2010-03-18T12:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T20:31:06.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not In Kansas Anymore</title><summary type='text'>The day started with rereading a book (the female version of this) over a tumbler of Burmese 2-in-1 coffee.The day started strangely troubling. More dreams of rejection and neglect (I must've ran out of dreams about falling teeth) and uneasy sleep. It's nearly 2pm now and my eyes are glassy and heavy.My work ends in 5 weeks and I'm already ticking off the days. It's time to stick myself in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/7382855656929793939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=7382855656929793939&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/7382855656929793939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/7382855656929793939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-in-kansas-anymore.html' title='Not In Kansas Anymore'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/S6GtSZKtfCI/AAAAAAAACTs/yvAEEfQw6N8/s72-c/bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-1630124464925664006</id><published>2010-03-14T03:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T03:13:49.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     More photos from Yangon and the Delta here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/1630124464925664006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=1630124464925664006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/1630124464925664006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/1630124464925664006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/03/more-photos-from-yangon-and-delta-here.html' title=''/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/S5vi-yxaEbI/AAAAAAAACHY/rMO5LEeQt2M/s72-c/dg+hse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-7660463019132858851</id><published>2010-03-10T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T03:26:11.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burmese gospel songs'/><title type='text'>Song #2</title><summary type='text'>O Tha Wa Rak PhayaO tha wa rak phayaA jenok yi kho a balakGu ro gu a jenok chit ba ii (x2)Tha wa rak phaya thiNga ii jiaukNga ii miuk yuNga ku keh lek tho the khinNga ii phayaNga ku sa tho suan the thitNga ii kueh kah nga ku keh tin no oo juNga ii ye thait phit do mu iiThis song is based on Psalm 18: 1-2I love you, O LORD, my strength.The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer;      my God</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/7660463019132858851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=7660463019132858851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/7660463019132858851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/7660463019132858851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/03/song-2.html' title='Song #2'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-3029118949980567666</id><published>2010-03-08T22:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T03:26:11.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burmese gospel songs'/><title type='text'>Song #1</title><summary type='text'>*I've replaced the previous scant recording with the full and complete version, inclusive of an out-of-tune finale, as it was right there and then in the heart of the Delta.After working it out the cheat's way, I've finally figured out the most painless way to put this up.It's a recording of Salai singing 'Thu La Pohk Ni Nei Bii', a song we tried to learn in the first trip but never quite got it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/3029118949980567666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=3029118949980567666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/3029118949980567666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/3029118949980567666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/03/song-1.html' title='Song #1'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-7527980269496633936</id><published>2010-03-07T23:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T00:24:57.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nomnomnom</title><summary type='text'>Our plates were never empty, and our hearts were always full. Eating in the Delta is absolute nom nom nom, especially this sour salad, epic win fried rice and amazing hot and sour fish soup, found at a roadside restaurant in Bogalay called Brothers, en route to the interior.When we stepped in, I was nearly bouncing off the balls of my feet, repeating 'That fried rice! The one we had the last time</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/7527980269496633936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=7527980269496633936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/7527980269496633936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/7527980269496633936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/03/nomnomnom.html' title='nomnomnom'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/S5PGYVBKXSI/AAAAAAAACGY/LDoj5c_7PqM/s72-c/salad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-2993949383285171308</id><published>2010-03-04T14:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:59:30.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Through This City</title><summary type='text'>       Yangon, while Caryn and I were looking for the shop that sells handmade guitars (I had carelessly left the cheap kapok back at home).I am home, after 10 grace-filled days in Myanmar. But again, as it was before, a piece of my heart was left behind. Again. I don't know how much more heart I have left to leave behind. Perhaps this time it's a bigger piece that is rolling down Pansodan Street</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/2993949383285171308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=2993949383285171308&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/2993949383285171308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/2993949383285171308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/03/walking-through-this-city.html' title='Walking Through This City'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/S49QZ-j6ChI/AAAAAAAACE0/CzTM4mSLlsA/s72-c/tekesi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-3200402724999365071</id><published>2010-02-19T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T07:22:48.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yangon/Delta/September Again</title><summary type='text'>(Rachel Chew)This is where I'll be for the next 8 days. Hello mohinga, balachaung. Hello smell of betelnut. Hello friends, taxi rides and Irrawaddy. Hello hello hello.I'm so excited to return, but this time I'm detecting more nerves than before. In fact, there might not have been any nerves the last time.There's a feeling of being overwhelmed, of facing something that is so much bigger than me, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/3200402724999365071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=3200402724999365071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/3200402724999365071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/3200402724999365071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/02/yangondeltaseptember-again.html' title='Yangon/Delta/September Again'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/S31oJxK2znI/AAAAAAAACEA/xp4SUMxQSjc/s72-c/DSC_0092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-9009081864621746000</id><published>2010-02-15T01:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T02:23:52.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myan ma nain gan pyan jin de</title><summary type='text'>This Friday I will board a plane to a place that has been constantly filling my daydreams and spaces in between.This picture by Rachel is my desktop wallpaper-a reminder, a piece of something left behind.Last Friday made me grin. The last lesson of the afternoon (and for the next two weeks). I could feel my insides jump and nearly did a jig in the office. The release of a stressful past few weeks</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/9009081864621746000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=9009081864621746000&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/9009081864621746000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/9009081864621746000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/02/myan-ma-nain-gan-pyan-jin-de.html' title='Myan ma nain gan pyan jin de'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/S3g1BX6yXjI/AAAAAAAACD4/9FCDS6XsHMw/s72-c/DSC_0654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-6818331852492139958</id><published>2010-02-11T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T02:24:28.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Archive</title><summary type='text'>The Happy Unicorn Collective, Blue Wednesday @ Central Market Annexe.1. Instrumental-something2. The Old and Overused Anthem3. Better Than Ice-Cream (we love you Sarah McLachlan, sorry about the song)4. Sapphire (Or a Poem About a Cat)5. A Bad Cover of Bad Romance (Lady GaGa)6. Burn/Anger Poem7. Datuk Satu Had a Farm8. Odd Audience Improv Jam Session9. Fairuz Goes Experimental and does a Haiku</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/6818331852492139958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/6818331852492139958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-unicorn-collective-blue-wednesday.html' title='Video Archive'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-4302729619985465009</id><published>2010-02-08T17:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:19:37.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's unicorn time again. We might do a cover of Lady Gaga (hail the sputnik-fashion queen).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/4302729619985465009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=4302729619985465009&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/4302729619985465009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/4302729619985465009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-unicorn-time-again.html' title=''/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/S2_W0B1QlGI/AAAAAAAACDw/UyMWjdo4x_c/s72-c/17175_308224329594_699259594_4565480_550892_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-3617710591738690877</id><published>2010-02-06T20:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T22:13:27.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These Streets Aren't Empty</title><summary type='text'>Chow Kit on a Tuesday night.The night began in a church - a small square room in a block of low-cost flats. The agenda was to walk the streets and give out food to those who were hungry and had nothing to eat. When we entered we saw a group of old men, and their pastor - men who looked like somebody's grandfather, uncle or a retiree in a coffee shop. Amongst them were a former medium, an ex-triad</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/3617710591738690877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=3617710591738690877&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/3617710591738690877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/3617710591738690877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/02/these-streets-arent-empty.html' title='These Streets Aren&apos;t Empty'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-7974023502928938067</id><published>2010-01-25T16:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:03:47.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of Monday</title><summary type='text'>It is what it is - the first day of the last week of the first month.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/7974023502928938067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=7974023502928938067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/7974023502928938067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/7974023502928938067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/01/end-of-monday.html' title='The End of Monday'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-4947400800672273062</id><published>2010-01-20T23:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T02:18:50.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing In</title><summary type='text'>After two weeks of falafeling and waffling about, an epiphany flew and hit me in the head. I've exactly one more week, 7 more days, on specifics.I've been too occupied with the dread of being denied what I desire. After years of knowing what it is like, I had allowed myself to think that He will also serve me the same. But as I sit and recall back, they were only from the hands of men, not of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/4947400800672273062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=4947400800672273062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/4947400800672273062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/4947400800672273062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/01/closing-in.html' title='Closing In'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/S1ccpS8JdKI/AAAAAAAACC4/I9r_Zz1CGC8/s72-c/tudor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-1269068307100703072</id><published>2010-01-17T18:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:10:55.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Page</title><summary type='text'>So a few days ago I stumbled across a link about a pastor who gave half of his church's coffers away for missions work and it hung heavily in my heart and mind. There was something compelling in the brief write up, and I wanted to know more.A few weeks back, after a conversation, I had left feeling inadequate when asked what I've been reading. The last book on Christianity I read was on world </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/1269068307100703072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=1269068307100703072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/1269068307100703072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/1269068307100703072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/01/page.html' title='Page'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/S1LsPJ4YbYI/AAAAAAAACCI/URYOrX5N-_c/s72-c/stationery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-4864524579215892881</id><published>2010-01-17T01:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:47:32.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Blame The Meatballs.</title><summary type='text'>The trip to IKEA was terrible. Coffee machines break down while you're in the middle of a 4-meter queue, people who jostle like they're facing a dearth of Swedish meatballs (and are thus fearful), tables littered with scraps and dirty dishes because no one in this silly mall-infested valley understands the concept of cleaning up after oneself.One lady placed herself in front of me surreptitiously</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/4864524579215892881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=4864524579215892881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/4864524579215892881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/4864524579215892881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-blame-meatballs.html' title='I Blame The Meatballs.'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/S1H2cYcXX_I/AAAAAAAACCA/Twlfp_vvXXw/s72-c/48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071046851079468954.post-5860236203019851117</id><published>2010-01-13T15:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T15:40:17.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapura</title><summary type='text'>Singapore, 2007.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/feeds/5860236203019851117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071046851079468954&amp;postID=5860236203019851117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/5860236203019851117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071046851079468954/posts/default/5860236203019851117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperfolder.blogspot.com/2010/01/singapura.html' title='Singapura'/><author><name>patlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04461002286914804041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSkyZW6Q-TI/S013QAplMwI/AAAAAAAACBg/SAC8BHHSrRs/s72-c/sinkapu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
