Yummy Ciku fruits harvested by using a ladder on top of a pickup truck method!
Hands got too sticky to take further photos…
A Ciku harvest
Posts tagged Life
Tofu, Doufo, Taufu, etc…
Noun
1. a protein-rich food made from curdled soybean milk, by coagulating it with magnesium sulfate.
Tofu, also called Doufu (often in Chinese recipes) or bean curd (literal translation), is a food of Chinese origin, made by coagulating soy milk, and then pressing the resulting curds into blocks. The making of tofu from soy milk is similar to the technique of making cheese from milk. Wheat gluten, or seitan, in its steamed and fried forms, is often mistakenly called “tofu” in Asian or vegetarian dishes.
Have a mouth as sharp as a dagger, but a heart as soft as tofu. 
~ Chinese Proverb
Soft as taufu?
Ripe capsicum
Almost ripe…
Time to pluck and eat
Strength and its real meaning…
The Strengths of a man isn’t seen in the width of his shoulders;
It’s seen in the width of his arms that circle you.
The Strengths of a man isn’t in the deep tone of his voice;
But is in the gentle words he whispers.
The Strengths of a man isn’t how many buddies he has;
It’s how good a buddy he is with his kids.
The Strengths of a man isn’t in how respected he is at work;
It’s in how respected he is at home.
The Strengths of a man isn’t in the hair on his chest;
It’s in his heart… that lies within his chest.
The Strengths of a man isn’t how many women he loved;
It’s how true is his love to one woman.
The Strengths of a man isn’t in the weight he can lift;
But it’s in the burdens he can carry…
Life is a highway…
When you get on to the onramp of life, welcome to the real world. Cars whizzing by, some going faster, some going slower. After a while, the cars around you get familar, you remember that black sedan cruising steadily or that red sports car overtaking you over and over again. These are the familar faces in our life. Some choose to pull into the next rest stop, some continue driving on. At the rest stop, we meet more different cars. Some have been there for quite a while, some just a quick stop. Likewise, in some rest stops, we’re hardly there for couple of minutes. In another stop, we linger on. At different stretches of the highway, we have different companions. Sometimes, we drive solo. Afterall, there are many routes on the highway of life and it’s the journey, not the destination that matters. Once in a while, at a fork in the road, we find someone to fall in love with. Some people avoid that road while others speed into it. Among all the routes on the highway of life, remember to sometimes stop along the way, take the unfamilar road and when the onramp to the highway called love appears by surprise, get on it. It’s worth the miles even if you run out of gas halfway or you get engine trouble. Some highways are more scenic than others…
What is LOVE Saturday
Tann waiting for homecoming…
Love is when you have two choices, one choice will give you everything in the world, fame, riches, everything, the other choice is the woman you love and you know you don’t have to even think. You don’t love her because it is so much fun to spend time with her. You love her because she makes you whole. Why do you give up your sleep, your comfort, your needs or even your blanket and your side of the bed? How can you explain such things?
1 Corinthians 13:1-13 (The Message)
If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don’t love, I’m nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate. If I speak God’s Word with power, revealing all his mysteries and making everything plain as day, and if I have faith that says to a mountain, “Jump,” and it jumps, but I don’t love, I’m nothing. If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don’t love, I’ve gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I’m bankrupt without love.
Love never gives up.
Love cares more for others than for self.
Love doesn’t want what it doesn’t have.
Love doesn’t strut,
Doesn’t have a swelled head,
Doesn’t force itself on others,
Isn’t always “me first,”
Doesn’t fly off the handle,
Doesn’t keep score of the sins of others,
Doesn’t revel when others grovel,
Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,
Puts up with anything,
Trusts God always,
Always looks for the best,
Never looks back,
But keeps going to the end.
Love never dies. Inspired speech will be over some day; praying in tongues will end; understanding will reach its limit. We know only a portion of the truth, and what we say about God is always incomplete. But when the Complete arrives, our incompletes will be canceled.
When I was an infant at my mother’s breast, I gurgled and cooed like any infant. When I grew up, I left those infant ways for good. We don’t yet see things clearly. We’re squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won’t be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright! We’ll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God sees us, knowing him directly just as he knows us!
But for right now, until that completeness, we have three things to do to lead us toward that consummation: Trust steadily in God, hope unswervingly, love extravagantly. And the best of the three is love.