Thursday, August 30, 2007
11:03 PM
Monday, August 27, 2007
10:30 AM
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
11:22 PM
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
RULES:
1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the
next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN
NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
1. IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU
SAY ?
Lips of an Angel
2. WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Leave Out All The Rest
3. WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Adonai
4. HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
From God Above
5. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
You Are Good
6. WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Sooner or Later
7. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
God of Wonders
8. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
Keep Holding On
9. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Love You Forever
10. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BESTIES?
Never Let You Go
11. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
It's Not Over
12. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Don't Look Back In Anger
13. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Angels or Devils
14. WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Come On Over Baby (YEAH!!!)
15. WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
At the Cross
16. WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Revolution
17. WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
The Time Has Come (hahaha)
18. WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Miracle Maker
19. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
The Stand
20. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
One Love
21. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Snow White Queen
12:41 PM
Its been awhile since i last updated it. maybe i was lazy. maybe i had nothing to say. i tried typing a few words in it but ended up deleteing it again.
I have not been hanging out with the gang that often anymore and im missing it. i oso donno why its like that. maybe all of us had started sch again and all had lesser time. maybe im not included in it anymore. sometimes i find it hard to even relate to them. seeing them being so close to one another and yet im so far away from them. seeing them with cliqes and it makes me feel left out being with them. sometimes heard that they went out but i jus didn't know anything about it. felt so left out. or maybe its just me lah. i shouldn't be typing all this here.
School have been alright. being lazy to go to sch sometimes but i got to drag myself out of bed and go to school on time. i think going to school now is a waste of time. maybe learning about menu planning might help but going to sch so early on a tues morning to cook a 30 mins dish and later go for lunch is a waste of time. and next lesson is at 2.30pm. what are we suppose to do for 5 hrs before the next lesson start? we cant go home cos its too far. we cant sit down and eat for 5 hrs...
but by saying all this, we cant do anything abt it. Just go through it loh.
Work... tiring but good. i just change kitchen and now im doing more cooking. get to taste alot of food. and saving alot of money on lunch. last week, i burn my lips while tasting this beef goulash. it was boiling at that point of time but i thought blowing it would be good enough. guess i was wrong. now abit of my lips is black. hehe. burn. people in that kitchen is friendly too. better then ones in the cold kitchen.
i wanna watch alot of movies. but first its rush hour 3. guess i will be watching it alone or hopefully can find someone to watch with.
i went through my emails and found this story and it touch me alot. here it is......
Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church, the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts.
This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his son to walk the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring down rain. The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest
clothes and said, "OK, Dad, I'm ready."
His Pastor dad asked, "Ready for what?"
"Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out." Dad responds, "Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring down rain." The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, "But Dad, aren't people still going to Hell, even though it's raining?"
Dad answers, "Son, I am not going out in this weather." Despondently, the boy asks, "Dad, can I go? Please?"
His father hesitated for a moment then said, "Son, you can go. Here are the tracts, be careful son." "Thanks Dad!" And with that, he was off and out into the rain.
This eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing to everybody he met in the street a Gospel Tract. After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST TRACT. He stopped at a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted.
Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered. He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer. Finally, this eleven year old trooper turned to leave, but something stopped him. Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch! He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.
Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, "What can I do for you, son?" With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, "Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that *JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU* and I came to give you my very last Gospel Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE." With that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave. She called to him as he departed. "Thank you, son! And God Bless You!"
Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit. As the service began, he asked, "Does anybody have any testimony or want to say anything?"
Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet. As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her face, "No one in this church knows me. I've never been here before. You see,
before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live. So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and brokenhearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, "I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away." I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly. I thought to myself again, "Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me."
I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.
When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you! The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, "Ma'am, I just came to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU." Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand. As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more. You see---I am now a Happy Child of the KING. Since the address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell."
There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of praise and honor to THE KING resounded off the very rafters of the building, Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little angel was seated. He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably. Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love & honor for his son.
10:21 AM
Me studying... ummm how come like im not looking at my paper? ehehe
haha... hoping to take this fireworks but end up taking it before it explodes.
Isn't this cute? Both of us when we are young.
Abit blur ah... but both of us acting cool. hehe.
Hiyo.... this girl ah... forever open the mouth wan...