[edit] Alien or Norey a.k.a

== *Me ==Alien2 also a.k.a. Norey196054 03:25, 27 September 2005 (UTC) What we consider as private is personal but when revealed is honesty. I am an open and transparent person.

I live a simple life. I have one goal in life: to glorify<showing his goodness> my Creator, that is the GOOD God <assuming many believe in God> I have one animal associated with my birth year, that is the Year of the Dog or according to the Georgian calendar, I was born on July 7th, 1946.

I have few possessions considered important besides my physical body I have lived in flat or housing development sub-let apartment which was given on the goodness of my father and mother in law’s’' generosity. In my apartment, we have many book cabinets and electronic gadgets given by many neighbors when they moved out and left their second furniture and apa-ka-para <whatever> they want to give away freely. The most expensive article is this PC <with double CPU processors>plus nearly 3/4 giga of ram<memory> and a flat screen all brought by my son for about <and I am allow to freely use> 2 thousand SING dollars which I never have but was given by my Mother.

Besides me living here, I have no animals but one girl and one boy <all growing adults> and one good wife who does not cook< she is not owned by Me, I married her!>I am the Cook and homemaker here! She is the sole breadwinner Lastly I enjoy blogging, don't take me serious since I only graduated with a degree in religious knowledge from a small unknown college in Alberta, Canada. I Used to live in Canada < most of my early life and> now I am residing in the Island city of Singapore and perhaps I hope and can retires when I have some money to build a little place in Malaysia somewhere<?> I am 60 years old. Is that too old?

My first article at Sgwiki was on Proofs of God and other<articles> seem to follow just as easy here at Sgwiki, please come & join us to be editors!

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Picture taken in August 2003 in Northwest Territories <Yellowknife> mY FRIENDS FROM THE DOGRIB pEOPLE IN CANADA.. [[<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JNme-7E554M&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JNme-7E554M&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>]]

[edit] A trip to NWT Canada

Updates from Norman Oh, Singapore! (No-man on an Island)

To day is October the 15th, 2003. I am writing from the Island Republic of Singapore. I will have to write (or owe many in Canada and friends all over the world who prayed for me) updates regarding my latest trip to Canada. Just as I was going to write, I remembered the headline across the front page of the local newspaper (Will it be to day? China silent on the space mission) China is putting a man in space. See: China launches its first astronaut from Yahoo.com news. A few months ago I was at a church retreat in the Malaysian Capital (Kuala Lumpur) and a Christian brother was joking telling us that Dr. Mahathir, the Prime Minister (of our neighboring Country) also wanted a Malaysian to be in space (so the news also said that he had a deal with Russia which will put a man in space for Malaysia but he is committed to buy some fighter planes from them in return for the favor.) It seem to me that the trend of the world political leaders is to do things which carries world prestige in regardless of costs and what is means to their own population. I am not saying it is bad or good, but we Christians should have better goals and aspirations. My trip to Canada was to see my daughter (Ruth Oh Yi-Ling) who is a student now at the Peace River Bible Institute in Alberta, Canada. I also intended to visit many of my own Christian friends and Alumni from the Bible school, which I graduated in 1978 and 1984. I am a man of limited means, and whenever I traveled I had to depend upon God for His hand in providing the food, lodging and travel expenses. I had only some money given by my wife (Soo) before I left and it was not enough if I had wanted to go places which I listed in my travel plans (I left a copy of my itinerary for my family to pray and contact phone numbers) Perhaps it will take a lot of faith for me than the Chinese man who is going on the space trip for China and I have to depend on the goodness of God in the land of the living (Pslams 27:13) In a real way, my trip was to depend upon God and especially to share the many blessings God had showered upon my family and my own life. When I arrived in Vancouver I was ushered into the Immigration office and had to wait nearly two and a half hours to get through. They just had to make sure I had a return plane ticket and the means to get back to Singapore when they understand that my daughter is a Canadian (by birth) and that I am visiting her. I also show them a copy of the paid hotel booking at hotel “ Tigh-Na-Mara” which a Christian lady had paid for, and the fact that she is a MLA in the Canadian House must have impressed them greatly. Anyway I was there for a wedding of their Son (Mr. & Mrs. Rick and Jane G.) and I hardly known anyone at the church wedding. It was a slight embarrassment when everyone seems to ask the same question. I am used to funny situations so I guess it was perfectly all right with me! Then I stayed at the home of another Christian who had known my family for many years. She is a filial lady who had purposed to take care of her parents as they had advanced in age. I had a good time sharing and praying with her and her Mother, and attended her native Hakka speaking congregation in Vancouver. Her brother in law was a kind person and helped to fetch me from the airport. Then I was on the Vancouver Greyhound bus that took me to Calgary-Edmonton-St. Paul-Edmonton-Grande Prairie-Chatwynd-Dawson Creek-Fort St John and back to Edmonton. I had to sleep a few nights on the Greyhound buses, which had becoming my temporary abode! In Calgary I had a wonderful breakfast with some Christian friends (Norman Greig (from Scriptural Union) and Jerry Robinson (a Christian man who is responsible for mailing out Christian correspondence courses, which all my three children had benefited over the years). An old retired Christian gentleman helped to pay for the meal. It was a good time catching up with the many events, which stretched across all these years since I left Canada. (i.e. from as far back as 1974.) In Edmonton I stayed with some Chinese friends from Malacca and they are “friends of the Christians” even though they are Buddhist people. They treated me like a Prince from the old country and brought me to eat at the Chinese restaurant places that I really enjoyed. It was really like old home in Singapore. Besides they speak my native tongue, which is Hokkien or the same Amoy Singapore, Malacca cum Penang dialect. I met my daughter Ruth in a place about 30 minutes’ drive from Chatwynd - known as Moberly Lake (Camp Sagitawa). She was working for God as a camp counselor among the young teens who came for the Christian camp. So I did not have much time with her but we hope to make up for it when we get to Fort St. John at a later stage. I must have left the things, which I carried along, for her in Edmonton. In the main luggage was her notebook computer, which she had wanted badly enough but did not have enough money to buy it in Canada. There were also some gifts that her friends have given to her. We did manage to spend some time in Fort St John and then at the Bible school. But I discovered that my own daughter is more like a stranger as she has now an independent mind after she had being on her own for nearly a year. It was in Grande Prairie where I did get to share with her and talk about the things we both commonly discussed. That was the only day I had with her as she had so many friends and classmates in the camp and at the Bible school. School would be starting pretty soon, after that and there was not another day for us to meet like this. She is noted for her unselfish concern for the affairs of others but with me, she seems to take for granted as her old Papa! In Canada I had a place which was a kind of God’s refuge for me whenever I ran out money or where I need a place to stay temporary. Before I left Singapore, God seem to give me a verse of promise in Psalms 31:1,

In you, O Lord,

I have taken refuge,

Let me never be put to shame;

Deliver me in your righteousness (NIV)

This was a verse that God used to comfort me when I was lonely on the trip. In fact also three times it pop up as a topic for table talk on two separate occasions, by two elderly Christians ladies who spoke about this particular scripture promise to encourage me without knowing that this was the very same verse which God my heavenly Father had promised me for this special trip. How marvelous is indeed are the things of God! One day I was at a place called Barrhead, and there was an old farmer who had an old motor vehicle and had kept it for emergency needs. The gas was full, and the engine oil was checked, and everything was already to go except for a driver. The farmer had meant to send me to a place in Alberta Beach about an hour drive from the farm as I had always stayed with these wonderful God’s people whenever I was needing a place to stay. I had not told the old farmer that I was about to ran out of both money and ideas, and just before I left; the old farmer took out a set of keys to the car and said that I could use it for whenever and wherever I need to go for the rest of the trip! Then there was another time when I was sitting in a café with some friends in Yellowknife. Lo and behold an old gentleman from nowhere walked into the café and hand me some eighty Canadian dollars and said “this is from ‘Allan’!” Allan “who”? And so there I ask for an excuse to give thanks before the eyes of two other gentlemen who were having coffee with me.I had no idea who is it from, but I never realize this gentleman had heard about me and send money to me via a stranger who I only meet briefly while I was driven in a car by another new stranger (A Native friend who also paid my way to visit the Dogrib tribal people in the Northwest corner of NWT of Canada).(see picture of me in NWT) With the money I was able to take a bus to get down to Barrhead where I stayed with the farmer who provided me with the car to drive. There was another time I was running out of places to go. I had slept three or four nights in a car. It was freezing cold outside and I had to get up to start the car in case I get frozen! I had a thick sleeping bag but it was so cold that I did not get any sleep. So I had a hot discussion with my daughter that evening at the Bible school campus. My daughter had wanted to buy me a bus ticket to get Vancouver as I had only a week left before my date of departure at the Vancouver airport. I had to remind her that I am trusting God and He will work it out for me irregardless of “how broke in my pocket!” As usual I was feeling like “struck” but I said to myself, “I am not struck and ‘with God’ I am never “struck” anywhere and anytime!” this was what I said to myself. So that evening I was alone in the (Bible school) gymnasium room and sitting down in the comfort of a warm environment. There were a couple of students who came there to play some games and to chat. I noted a girl had come in and she was a daughter of old alumni (1978) whom I had wanted to visit but had lost contact over many years. Her family name was “Ford” and her father was Dan and her Mother was Loretta. I asked about her parents, and she chatted for a little while and also given me her parent’s telephone. She was another “God-sent”! With that phone number I was able to visit some old alumni dated from 1978 and someone helped me to fill up my almost empty gas tank and another give me a cheque for Canadian $250 to enable to get down to Vancouver and to get home. Talk about the wonderful provision of our heavenly Father, praise Him indeed! Amen, Amen, and Amen! Perhaps I must conclude with two special instances which I must mention before we are finished. It was one cold night when I get up and drive to a place known as “Humpty restaurant “ which was a twenty-four hour place for luckless travelers struck with nowhere to go. The time was about 3 a.m. I was there and another fellow traveler was just struck as I was. He asked if I would “share a room” meaning sharing for the cost of a room in a cheap motel. I said, “no, but thank you: and he answered with the common tone of “Jesus Christ!” which I politely informed him that “I don’t talk like that!” He was dumbfounded when I also mention that I am a stranger from Singapore. I asked him if he had accepted Jesus Christ for himself as a believer? He then asked me if I were God’s messenger. I informed that I indeed am his messenger. So we ended up talking for a couple of hours in the cabin of his truck. He accepted Jesus as his own Savior and was happy when we left. I left a place and a name for which he should contact if he wanted this way of life. That was the last I heard about Dan Moulton. I hope he will indeed find his own way around in this lost world of full of wandering sinners. On another occasion I was waiting for my bus in Edmonton central bus depot. A friendly Chinese man came up and seated next with me. He was from China, and we share about ourselves. He said in Mandarin (main Chinese Language) that he is from Beijing and here working as a software engineer. He was interested to be a Christian and shown me the name of a Lutheran Pastor which he hope to visit. I did not have the time to help him much about his search, but I had his address, email and phone number before we hurriedly departed each on our different buses heading on two different separate ways. <Now our Chinese frend had committed his life to Jesus as Lord and latest news trom him..he was baptised into a Church in the States..Dec.2005) I had spent about six long weeks in Canada, and it felt like many years had passed. Back here in Singapore I was settled into my normal routine. I hope my life will still count for God as we continue to trust Him even in small and little things in life “doing good”. I just bought a wheel chair for a handicap person who needs it badly. There are others here in Singapore who know us and we have share our little what we have with them, and shown them God’s love and goodness. Please keep praying for us when God bring us to your mind, Regards,

Norman Oh

[edit] What are some of the facts of my life ?

Here's my brief memoirs: My name is Norman Oh. My original given name was Oh Eng Yok. Eng Yok meaning "Translucent Jade". Obviously, I was a pretty baby and the joy of my Grandmother and my family. It was kind of a girlie name. Later my Grandmother renamed me as Aw Cheng Siong. The "Oh and Aw" were actually the same in the Chinese script but only differently pronounced according with the first or second part accentuated such" Oh!" (1st part emphasis on the front), and Aw (emphasis on the second part of the word such as "aw-ful". When I was born, my Father was away from Singapore (away in China), obviously he was a filial son-of-China; the wars has destroyed many families, lives, properties and probably many cherished hopes to build dreamed homes, he went back to save his family from starvation; to them he became a savior, he has, of course, the China bride and his parents and other closed members of his family but he neglected my mother and her newborn son...He cannot be two person in two distant places. My childhood: I don't remembered much except that those days I spent my time with the kampong playmates with fun in games, playing with fighting fishes and insects (spiders) , fishing in the ponds and wandering around the neighborhood. My Grandmother was de facto head of the family as Grandfather was only an absent figure head who cloistered himself in the temple away from the problems of life. My Mother had to work in the field with Grandmother to grow the long beans and other more easily to cultivate plants which would not take as much time as the other vegetables like “Chai-sim” and other intensive green veggie which took the farmers all their times. Later they find odd jobs working as rubber factory hands and coolies involved in the post war building bloom. My father seldom comes home as he was busy with his business (shop keeping) and was successful as a shopkeeper or " tow Kay" and comes home only when he can. Mother never complained as a good wife and he always came back with some money to help in the family. My younger sister (Cheng Tuan) was two years my junior, besides three other brothers (Cheng Tiok, Ser Hua and Siow See). Obviously, my father cannot fully afford to support us though he was considered successful. For him success means remitting money home to buy cheap lands in China to setup his dream to be a landlord and a home (for everybody). Twice our family plan to return to China but both times did not work out accordingly. There were always reasons that had held us back, and we were never considering having our homes permanently in the Nanyang. China was probably a better place if not for the changing political reformations (communists appropriated all lands to the states, had it to be redistributed to the poor landless peasants) in his homeland. My father and his family become victims of his times. His hopes was shattered but he was a resourceful man and began to rethink of ways to bring his wife to Nanyang where he can have establish his other home. It was to take all his energy and money to carry out his second chance, and my other China mother "Ah Chim” came to unite with my father in the sixties.

[edit] Early schooling:

Almost all my playmates enrolled in the local Chinese school (Sin Khiaw Primary School) which originally was started as a small school alongside the temple7. Of course my Grandfather was the pioneer first Teacher who started it. However my Grandmother wanted me to have a western education, and so I enrolled in a small English Grammar school two and a half miles away from our village. At Braddell Rise Primary School, we were taught the first book about the farmer who called himself "Old Lob". I had no idea about what was like a small animal farm in England but I enjoyed looking at the colorful farm animals Miss Tibs (the cat), Moo-moo the cow and other animals. School was not that boring and there were new things to learn every day. I was good at Arithmetic, Spelling and a keen learner. My position in class was around third or fourth and usually within the ten in class. I seldom had to spend more time to go over my lessons because I usually asked questions, and learned more than others because I had a ready and open mind, and picked most of what was taught without much difficulty as compared with others who were too timid to question what they don't understand.

old Primary school Leaving Certificate with my name written and spelt wrong!

My other schoolmates were more diligent at learning but except for a few smarter ones, they don't to have sharp minds to grasp what the teachers were teaching. I was never first in class because I was just not as diligent. In addition, when we set the entrance exams to go to the Upper or secondary school there were two passes in our class. I was one of the two. I could not understand why those who applied themselves so "hard" did not even get to pass. Perhaps it was true that "all work and no play make Jack a dull boy" . Well, I remembered that much for my early lessons in learning. However in my secondary school days, I had to struggle through much at school and did not do as well as I could because our home was never the same after my Mother quarreled with my Father about the fact that he neglected our family. My Grandmother came hard on my Mother as she was usually bullied and treated badly. To leave the house for a break was what I always do in order to escape from the problems at home. Nevertheless, my study was not doing well enough even though I was an avid reader. Then my grandfather died when I was in my secondary two and it was a tragedy which left was a void in my emotions as I loved my grandfather and looked up to him for a moral example. I failed my first try at Cambridge exams and managed a second chance with a poor pass on my second try. I was disappointed with my exams results and had a poor choice with what I can do with my life, as there was hardly any meaning to more purposeful life unless I did well in my studies. I tried to look for jobs but I had no adequate qualifications to enable me to secure any, as there’s no taker for those with bad results.

[edit] As A Young Adult:

I had hardly any recollections as a young man and don't even remembered when I passed my twenty-first birthday. There was an experience when I reached my eighteen. I was qualified to apply for a provisional driving license. I asked my Father for $120.00 to pay for a course in driving. I paid the instructor a small (twenty dollars) down payment to learn how to drive. I had no knowledge of what were the controls for driving a car. My instructor called me "stupid" for not knowing what the brakes are, the gearshift for, the pedal for releasing the clutch and engaging the drive but I picked all these from my instructor in a few lessons. Then I took my written test for the Highway Code and passed the first time. My instructor was surprised. I could hardly consider myself ready as a candidate for the harder test but after a few more lessons, I tried for my driving test. I knew if I hard to do my reverse parking I will never pass since I never quite made it. My tester tried me with the braking on an incline next to a "T" junction (at Telok Ayer Street) and then told me to drive around for a while. I tried to engage him in conversation and drive, hoping to make him feel confident that I can drive, he probably took my hint and told me to park alongside a parallel parking near the police station at Maxwell Road, asked me to follow him into his office. He pointed out to my slight mistakes such as be more careful with looking to the left and right when turning, and then told me to wait outside. I almost never believe myself to have pass the test until I I saw the papers given me the right to apply for my licence to drive a car (third class driving). My instructor was shocked, and I believed he never again called another learner stupid for asking what he didn't know. He was lucky to get the rest of the hundred and twenty which I handled to him immediately after I passed. Well, actually there were many failures as most learners had not the confidence when going for the tests, and my uncle who not educated could not pass the test until after many tries, and considered me as a real smart person to have done it just in one time.

[edit] Hard times:

During the early sixties, those were the very hard times. Unemployment was on the rise. The government was changing all the time with all the political campaigns to oust one another. I remembered the referendum that calls for the people to participate in voting for merger with the Malaya federation to form Malaysia. I was not old enough to vote but there were many anti-government and anti-PAP activities. I was not interested or would want to get involved with politics, but there were lots of fervor and activities going on. I had no job. When Singapore became part of Malaysia I decided to try venture out of country with my luck. I applied and got my provisional passport to travel. Those were the days when the Malaysian Passport office issues passports in the form a double sheet of thicker A4 papers. It was a restricted form for travel. They did not have booklets and I used those papers to get to Kuching, capital of Sarawak. I traveled on the deck class as a paying passenger on the strait steamship, "M.V. Perlis", and it took us about three days to get there. The Immigrations were strict and even though I was a fellow Malaysian, I was made to understand that I had to leave after two weeks. Well I asked for another two weeks after the period lapsed and was given another two weeks but was informed that I must leave after that. So I returned back to Singapore with my pockets empty but a little more rich in experience but still jobless. Therefore, one day I decided to join the “VSC” or the Volunteers Special Constabulary. I went for the recruit training in the Police Training School in the evenings, and passed with a first for my general law and PGO (or police general orders), and for the prize, I rewarded a fountain pen. I remembered I was called to go on "standby duties" during the many occasions when riot police were dealing marching processions and large gatherings. I was given a small token allowance of sixty or seventy cents for every hour of duty. There wasn't much but it was something for spending. Then I decided to go for my try with the British base in “Seletar” for RAF recruitment of local young men into different trades related to aircraft servicing and maintenance. I was selected for training and passed after a six-month stint. When I completed the training, I asked for a compassionate release. I was surprised that they would let me go. I supposed they were involved in plans for eventual retrenchment, and can afford to let me go free.

[edit] Next Fulltime Job:

In addition, I became unemployed again but only for a little while. There was an advertisement for the posts of civilian instructors with the Ministry of Defense (MID) and I applied and was selected for training at a Palau Ubin where I received my "merits". So again, I was selected to join batch new trainees for a whole year in training to be an instructor. We were taught marching, judo, and all kind of sports and out doors activities, first aid and life saving and then we were not paid the money all through our training for a whole year. Well that was not exactly fair as some probably would have resigned sooner if we could collect all our pay. The government probably spent a lot of money on our training and it was understandable, but it was a “kiasu” administration. Imagine our hopes and reassurances from our commanding squad leader. There was not even a single cent for allowance. Perhaps I think their coffer was quite empty or just that it was to keep us from getting out of the tough program. We were paid a lump sum upon our signing a contract to serve a full five years. Then the government implemented the compulsory scheme to register all young men for national service. When we completed our training, we were posted to become instructors for the new recruits in the “Vigilante Corps”. After working for a full two and a half years, I decided to resign. I had not completed the full contact of five years at the job, and I eventually had to pay about a thousand and four hundred to get the full release. Wow! That was a real “kiasu” government and never again, I take on another job with the government.

[edit] An Insult to Injury

And perhaps to add insult to an old injury, I received a letter to go for enlistment under Compulsory enlistment Act for the civil servant clause in which certain people in the administration could be called up even though they had resign their jobs! Well with the Singapore Government, there was no way to get out when they wanted us in. I finally was able to stay out and get my final exemption when I became too old (in 1979) Obviously, they could not have wanted me in then. How I managed to stay out of the army was another story, which I will tell, in another part. related articles which I help contributed along with others at wikipedia on Ang Mo Kio

[edit] Further education notes

I graduated finally..too old 4 me

I graduated in 1978 with a diploma in Christian education

and Upgraded to a degree in Religious Education in 1984 at

[[7]|Peace River Bible Institute]], Canada.

[edit] Learning by corrections

This is the most important lesson to learning anything:[[User:Terry|<font style="background: darkgreen">&nbsp;Terri </font> [[User talk:Terry |^<b>talk</b>]] 01:12, October 8,2005 (UTC)]] 21:53, 22 November 2007 (SGT)

Alien2 has nothing of an IT education , however = humbly I will hear you or anyone with anything to teach me , I am 100 per cent teachable..stuffs. We are not that stupid, we all can learn from one another!

Alien used to learn by playing Internet games with the administrators and editors at wikipedia where he really furthered his old Geek tricks doing all the mischiefs for their hardworking volunteers' winning medallions accreditions.

Actually it's fun there when you edit and they correct! Mind you they are usually 14s and 15s or 16s years old who normally won't bother me - they are real smart ones! alien 127.0.0.1 06:45, 21 November 2005 (SGT)

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[edit] Political ambitions for alien?

NONE!!! wahtsoever!

• I am not a politican nor have ever vote for any parties <!>. i spent half my life over the sea, but at heart a Singaporean too! My relatives are all over the Island and their surnames are Ohs, Aws and Aus Yeos, Tans etc.. I don't intend to vote for any unless there is no more walkovers in our AMK GRC..ie i love to do my duty ie.to vote, but my vote is always & will be secret!: Alien ^talk 08:15, 23 January 2006 (SGT)
• We have the dubious honour of being dis-cluded in the AMK GRC by the electro-rate authority..tell us why.. we luv the P. M. and has been honored to have him but they throw us out! Sad..man! most of my friends and relatives are in Yio Chu Kang Gardens LOR!: Alien ^talk 11:16, 8 March 2006 (SGT)
• I never believed we have been so marginalized small minority in the AMK GRC...! Even the P.M wanna chew us out!

comments by Yio Chu Kang: Alien ^talk 05:57, 15 March 2006 (SGT)

MotherPureLove

The Election Department annouced they made a mistake...[[10]]

My dear fellow Preacher and friend Ruth < former Ruth Thompson>,

• I just read your letter about some of the church people who left because they were being offended in one way or another by your preaching <or was it a difference in opinion, we all can agreed to disagree,however leaving the church seems too much! >

Regardless of people's feelings, I still think the high calling to preach God's word is still a high calling.

• I remembered nearly twenty years ago, when I last preached <my last sermon> in my own church in Singapore. I had just graduated with a Bachelor in Religious education, and my Greek and Culture was not exactly rusty when I preached to a mixed audience of high-church people who were doctors, teachers and intelligent people. I also offended their ears but I never left their church, I stayed on for another 16 years and then I left quite suddenly. Although I <was discouraged> did quit preaching on the pulpit but never had really quitted preaching or talking about Jesus and what great things He's done in all my own life. My Greek, Homiletics and Hermeneutics are as sharp if not sharper than those years when I was younger.

• To day, I am spending some time here at Sgwiki.com an Internet web page <in Singapore> where I do all my preaching and enjoying it too! i have an attentive audience of many people from all walks of life..

My first instance was writing a page in wikipedia.com a very common almost universal among Internet savvy people where they blogs. It was on there at wikipedia where I wrote my first thesis on Biblical Studies <with the bold capitals> then I found wikipedia too constraining with their NPOV <neutral Point of View> so I migrated to Sgwiki.com, a neglected and empty website almost inviting "to come and preach" and so I did.. Was it God's way of encouraging me, saying preach on, preacher?

So preacher when God call us to preach, He did not give anything for rewards except some basic tools to go along with. My Biblical knowledge, exegesis, and the way we preachers ought to "contextalise" are not behind time, and always ready to give an answer for the hope we have in what we, as Christians believe. My training in Bible College was actually my own Sunday schooling, as I never had much when I became a Christian in 1967. If you are interested to read more about it you are welcome to go to Google and search for User:Norman Oh page in wikipedia and try following those links! However, those of us who had been called to preach had a responsibility to tell, and how well we tell it depend upon our diligence in our studies <staying up all night> and how we prepare our sermons. Of course, prayer is the oil upon which we can be fired up on the pulpit, but clear logic along with emotional appeals always attracts attention towards ourselves, yet preaching is to show forth God and Jesus in all their wonderful display. Not just ourselves. So when we preach, there is no need to really get encourage or discourage whatever we've done on the pulpit.

The pulpit traditionally recognized as a hallowed place to speak for God <expositions on God's word> is now a common place to preach human philosophies etc.. In the U. K. I seldom heard God's word exegeted or preached in all the glory except when reading Martin Lloyd Jones, Campbell Morgan, Spurgeon's old sermons. Has the Spirit of God nothing to say about the issue of life’s in U.K. or had the Christians allow the old devil to package out the truth of the Word found in everyday life of the Christians or believers and followers of the Way?

So Preacher, go on, preach the Word....

Regards,

Norman Oh a.k.a Alien

{{Alien Own User's Page}}

[edit] A Gift from the Heart!

On Chinese New Year Eve <2006> my neighbor <a taxi driver> came and give me this beautiful and wonderful gift.. to celebrate the beginning of my 5th Dog Year!' <60 years old or my Golden years>..It is a pleasant surprise, I never will ever forget, and a special gift from the heart ,

A special Gift for Me!

[edit] Links to some my articles within Sgwiki

SingaporeanSingaporeansAng Mo KioProofs of GodGodIdentityX factorSpiritBiblical Studies Current EventsCommunity PortalMain.htm etc..

Kluang Railway station

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• Hey coming 07072007 I'm exactly 60 years old..Now I am in Miri..enjoying my own birthday on 07072006: Alien ^talk 12:06, 7 July 2007 (SGT)

See U back to the future,eh?02:15, 26 June 2007 (SGT)

Merry Christmas and a happy New Year 2010..if U come to Kluang , visit Me at the White House Hotel: Alien ^talk 19:24, 30 December 2009 (SGT)