Wednesday, October 05, 2005
You Are A: Kitten!
Cute as can be, kittens are playful, mischevious, and ever-curious. Your mischevious side is part of what makes you a kitten, as is your dislike of getting wet! Kittens are often loving, but are known to scratch or bite when annoyed. These adorable animals are the most popular pets in the United States--37% of American households have at least one cat. Whether it is your gentle purr or your disarming appearance, you make a wonderful kitten.You were almost a: Monkey or a Parakeet
You are least like a: Pony or a BunnyWhat Cute Animal Are You?
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Hoogasaga
i got my new bus pass.
i look like a happy babarian in the photo.
the shaggy shouder length hair type.
But happy, smiley n dancey type nonetheless.
and that's a whole world of difference from when i lost it.
i mean wad the heck! i brought my concession for the month,
walked out to the exit when i realised that the bloody pass wasn't with me.
then i can't find it.
*#@&!!#$%^
in less than 2 minutes and 5 metres too!
so this time, i look like a shaggy shouder length hair type of babarian,
of the grumpy, sweaty and carry big club kind.
Bah. God has a plan for this.
i mean i got over it, got a new pass, became d happy lil babarian i am and still like d hairstyle, ah wells.
i look like a happy babarian in the photo.
the shaggy shouder length hair type.
But happy, smiley n dancey type nonetheless.
and that's a whole world of difference from when i lost it.
i mean wad the heck! i brought my concession for the month,
walked out to the exit when i realised that the bloody pass wasn't with me.
then i can't find it.
*#@&!!#$%^
in less than 2 minutes and 5 metres too!
so this time, i look like a shaggy shouder length hair type of babarian,
of the grumpy, sweaty and carry big club kind.
Bah. God has a plan for this.
i mean i got over it, got a new pass, became d happy lil babarian i am and still like d hairstyle, ah wells.
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
The burden- for people WHEN WE THINK THE WORLD IS ON OUR SHOULDERS AND THAT THERE IS NO END TO OUR TROUBLES .
"Why was my burden so heavy?" I slammed the office door and leaned against it. Is there no rest from this life? I wondered. I stumbled to my desk and dropped into my chair, pressing my face into my arms to shut out the frustrations of my existence."Oh God," I cried, "let me sleep. Let me sleep forever and never wake up!" With a deep sob I tried to will myself into oblivion, then welcomed the blackness that came over me.
Light surrounded me as I regained consciousness. I focused on its source: The figure of a man standing before a cross. "My child," the person asked, "why did you want to come to me before I am ready to call you?"
"Lord, I'm sorry. It's just that... I can't go on. You see how hard it is for me. Look at this awful burden on my back. I simply can't carry it anymore."
"But haven't I told you to cast all of your burdens upon me, because I care for you? My yoke is easy, and My burden is light."
"I knew you would say that. But why does mine have to be so heavy?"
"My child, everyone in the world has a burden. Perhaps you would like to try a different one?""I can do that?"He pointed to several burdens lying at His feet. "You may try any of these."All of them seemed to be of equal size. But each was labeled with a name.
"There's Joan's," I said. Joan was married to a wealthy businessman. She lived in a sprawling estate and dressed her three daughters in the prettiest designer clothes. Sometimes she drove me to church in her Cadillac when my car was broken."Let me try that one." How difficult could her burden be? I thought. The Lord removed my burden and placed Joan's on my shoulders.
I sank my knees beneath its weight.
"Take it off!" I said.
"What makes it so heavy?"
"Look inside."I untied the straps and opened the top.
Inside was a figure of her Mother-in-law, and when I lifted it out, it began to speak. "Joan, you'll never be good enough for my son," it began. "He never should have married you. You're a terrible mother to my grandchildren..."I quickly placed the figure back in the pack and withdrew another. It was Donna, Joan's youngest daughter. Her head was bandaged from the surgery that had failed to resolve her epilepsy. A third figure was Joan's brother. Addicted to drugs, he had been convicted of killing a police officer.
"I see why her burden is so heavy, Lord. But she's always smiling and helping others. I didn't realize...."
"Would you like to try another?" He asked quietly.
I tested several.
Paula's felt heavy: She was raising four small boys without a father.
Debra's did too: A childhood of sexual abuse and a marriage of emotional abuse.
When I Came to Ruth's burden, I didn't even try. I knew that inside I would find arthritis, old age, a demanding full-time job, and a beloved husband in a nursing home.
"They're all too heavy, Lord," I said."
"Give me back my own."
As I lifted the familiar load once again, It seemed much lighter than the others did.
"Let's look inside" He said.
I turned away, holding it close.
"That's not a good idea," I said.
"Why?"
"There's a lot of junk in there."
"Let Me see."His gentle voice compelled me.
I opened my burden. He pulled out a brick.
"Tell me about this one."
"Lord, You know. It's money. I know we don't suffer like people in some countries or even the homeless here in America. But we have no insurance, and when the kids get sick, we can't always take them to the doctor. They've never been to a dentist. And I'm tired of dressing them in hand-me-downs."
"My child, I will supply all of your needs... and your children's. I've given them healthy bodies. I will teach them that expensive clothing doesn't make a person valuable in my sight."
Then he lifted out the figure of a small boy.
"And this?" He asked."Andrew..."
I hung my head, ashamed to call my son a burden.
"But, Lord, he's hyperactive. He's not quiet like the other two. He makes me so tired. He's always getting hurt, and someone is bound to think I abuse him. I yell at him all the time. Someday I may really hurt him...."
"My child," He said, "If you trust Me, I will renew your strength, if you allow Me to fill you with My Spirit, I will give you patience."
Then He took some pebbles from my burden."Yes, Lord," I said with a sigh.
"Those are small. But they're important.
I hate my hair. It's thin, and I can't make it look nice.
I can't afford to go to the beauty shop.
I'm overweight and can't stay on a diet. I hate all my clothes.
I hate the way I look!"
"My child, people look at your outward appearance, but I look at your heart.
By My Spirit you can gain self-control to lose weight.
But your beauty should not come from outward appearance.
Instead, it should come from your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in my sight."
My burden now seemed lighter than before.
"I guess I can handle it now," I said.
"There is more," He said. "Hand Me that last brick."
"Oh, You don't have to take that. I can handle it."
"My child, give it to me." Again His voice compelled me.
He reached out His hand, and for the first time I saw the ugly wound.
"But, Lord, this brick is so awful, so nasty, so...Lord! What happened to your hands? They're so scarred!"
No longer focused on my burden, I looked for the first time into His face. In His brow were ragged scars-as though someone had pressed thorns into His flesh.
"Lord," I whispered. "What happened to you?"
His loving eyes reached into my soul.
"My child, you know. Hand me the brick. It belongs to me. I bought it."
"How?"
"With My blood."
"But why, lord?"
"Because I have loved you with an everlasting love. Give the last brick to me."
I placed the filthy brick into His wounded palm.
It contained the entire dirt and evil of my life: my pride, my selfishness, and the depression that constantly tormented me.
He turned to the cross and hurled my brick into the pool of blood at its base. It hardly made a ripple.
"Now, My child, you need to go back. I will be with you always. When you are troubled, call to me and I will help you and show you things you cannot imagine now."
"Yes, Lord, I will call on you."
I reached to pick up my burden.
"You may leave that here if you wish.
You see all these burdens?
They are the ones that others have left at my feet. Joan's, Paula's, Debra's, Ruth' s... When you leave your burden here, I carry it with you. Remember, My yoke is easy and My burden is light."
As I placed my burden with Him, the light began to fade.
Yet I heard Him whisper, "I will never leave you, nor forsake you."
A peace flooded my soul.
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Kopped this from Oli's blog ages ago.
Thought i'll finally get down to paragraphing it and posting it up.
Touched by & reminded of His grace once again.
-grinz-
"Why was my burden so heavy?" I slammed the office door and leaned against it. Is there no rest from this life? I wondered. I stumbled to my desk and dropped into my chair, pressing my face into my arms to shut out the frustrations of my existence."Oh God," I cried, "let me sleep. Let me sleep forever and never wake up!" With a deep sob I tried to will myself into oblivion, then welcomed the blackness that came over me.
Light surrounded me as I regained consciousness. I focused on its source: The figure of a man standing before a cross. "My child," the person asked, "why did you want to come to me before I am ready to call you?"
"Lord, I'm sorry. It's just that... I can't go on. You see how hard it is for me. Look at this awful burden on my back. I simply can't carry it anymore."
"But haven't I told you to cast all of your burdens upon me, because I care for you? My yoke is easy, and My burden is light."
"I knew you would say that. But why does mine have to be so heavy?"
"My child, everyone in the world has a burden. Perhaps you would like to try a different one?""I can do that?"He pointed to several burdens lying at His feet. "You may try any of these."All of them seemed to be of equal size. But each was labeled with a name.
"There's Joan's," I said. Joan was married to a wealthy businessman. She lived in a sprawling estate and dressed her three daughters in the prettiest designer clothes. Sometimes she drove me to church in her Cadillac when my car was broken."Let me try that one." How difficult could her burden be? I thought. The Lord removed my burden and placed Joan's on my shoulders.
I sank my knees beneath its weight.
"Take it off!" I said.
"What makes it so heavy?"
"Look inside."I untied the straps and opened the top.
Inside was a figure of her Mother-in-law, and when I lifted it out, it began to speak. "Joan, you'll never be good enough for my son," it began. "He never should have married you. You're a terrible mother to my grandchildren..."I quickly placed the figure back in the pack and withdrew another. It was Donna, Joan's youngest daughter. Her head was bandaged from the surgery that had failed to resolve her epilepsy. A third figure was Joan's brother. Addicted to drugs, he had been convicted of killing a police officer.
"I see why her burden is so heavy, Lord. But she's always smiling and helping others. I didn't realize...."
"Would you like to try another?" He asked quietly.
I tested several.
Paula's felt heavy: She was raising four small boys without a father.
Debra's did too: A childhood of sexual abuse and a marriage of emotional abuse.
When I Came to Ruth's burden, I didn't even try. I knew that inside I would find arthritis, old age, a demanding full-time job, and a beloved husband in a nursing home.
"They're all too heavy, Lord," I said."
"Give me back my own."
As I lifted the familiar load once again, It seemed much lighter than the others did.
"Let's look inside" He said.
I turned away, holding it close.
"That's not a good idea," I said.
"Why?"
"There's a lot of junk in there."
"Let Me see."His gentle voice compelled me.
I opened my burden. He pulled out a brick.
"Tell me about this one."
"Lord, You know. It's money. I know we don't suffer like people in some countries or even the homeless here in America. But we have no insurance, and when the kids get sick, we can't always take them to the doctor. They've never been to a dentist. And I'm tired of dressing them in hand-me-downs."
"My child, I will supply all of your needs... and your children's. I've given them healthy bodies. I will teach them that expensive clothing doesn't make a person valuable in my sight."
Then he lifted out the figure of a small boy.
"And this?" He asked."Andrew..."
I hung my head, ashamed to call my son a burden.
"But, Lord, he's hyperactive. He's not quiet like the other two. He makes me so tired. He's always getting hurt, and someone is bound to think I abuse him. I yell at him all the time. Someday I may really hurt him...."
"My child," He said, "If you trust Me, I will renew your strength, if you allow Me to fill you with My Spirit, I will give you patience."
Then He took some pebbles from my burden."Yes, Lord," I said with a sigh.
"Those are small. But they're important.
I hate my hair. It's thin, and I can't make it look nice.
I can't afford to go to the beauty shop.
I'm overweight and can't stay on a diet. I hate all my clothes.
I hate the way I look!"
"My child, people look at your outward appearance, but I look at your heart.
By My Spirit you can gain self-control to lose weight.
But your beauty should not come from outward appearance.
Instead, it should come from your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in my sight."
My burden now seemed lighter than before.
"I guess I can handle it now," I said.
"There is more," He said. "Hand Me that last brick."
"Oh, You don't have to take that. I can handle it."
"My child, give it to me." Again His voice compelled me.
He reached out His hand, and for the first time I saw the ugly wound.
"But, Lord, this brick is so awful, so nasty, so...Lord! What happened to your hands? They're so scarred!"
No longer focused on my burden, I looked for the first time into His face. In His brow were ragged scars-as though someone had pressed thorns into His flesh.
"Lord," I whispered. "What happened to you?"
His loving eyes reached into my soul.
"My child, you know. Hand me the brick. It belongs to me. I bought it."
"How?"
"With My blood."
"But why, lord?"
"Because I have loved you with an everlasting love. Give the last brick to me."
I placed the filthy brick into His wounded palm.
It contained the entire dirt and evil of my life: my pride, my selfishness, and the depression that constantly tormented me.
He turned to the cross and hurled my brick into the pool of blood at its base. It hardly made a ripple.
"Now, My child, you need to go back. I will be with you always. When you are troubled, call to me and I will help you and show you things you cannot imagine now."
"Yes, Lord, I will call on you."
I reached to pick up my burden.
"You may leave that here if you wish.
You see all these burdens?
They are the ones that others have left at my feet. Joan's, Paula's, Debra's, Ruth' s... When you leave your burden here, I carry it with you. Remember, My yoke is easy and My burden is light."
As I placed my burden with Him, the light began to fade.
Yet I heard Him whisper, "I will never leave you, nor forsake you."
A peace flooded my soul.
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Kopped this from Oli's blog ages ago.
Thought i'll finally get down to paragraphing it and posting it up.
Touched by & reminded of His grace once again.
-grinz-
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Cute people in Ngee Ann.
Was doing Math OnLine assignments at the study area outside the co-op near the gate of SIM. The path sorts of turns in at the left hand side from SIM and the right hand side from the ngee ann alumni area. yup.
And MOL's this online tutorial thing that's way irritating.
it's a mix of both online work and offline on paper logbook working shit.
bah.
they should have just give us ordinary tutorials.
i rather like the nice stars tho.
=)
they come out when u complete a certain quota of questions.
Bah.
i'm such a kid.
Anyway, i was being a good, diligent and (ahem) guai student who's solving the questions when i heard some girl shrieking.
Not screaming, not calling, not shouting but shrieking.
The high pitch, hoarse and girl voice shriek.
She actually leaned forward from the effort of calling her friend.
(picture her back bending forward like an r)
she was calling some friend or another who's probably hanging around at the study area.
The thing is, everyone BUT her friend heard and turn to look at her.
(prob too paisey to ren her ready lah)
I was actually 1 of the first few who turned when she shrieked, so had quite a good look at her face.
She's quite pretty lei.
But i digress.
Anyway, i turned back to look at her,
because i noticed everyone in the study area,
and i mean every freaking one,
as in about 30 people staring at her direction,
so i turned too, expecting to see some show.
but by then she noticed that she had caught the attention of everyone there
including the 'friend' who either pretended not to know her or whom she mis-identified.
So she pretended that it wasn't her
who screamed and shriek like some siao char bor
and simply turned and walk away.
style, i tell u, style.
hahaha.
and i was reading one of my friend's blog about wad she and her class mates did as they weretoo free early for class.
there's this rather large flat and clear area where they were at.
They were crapping (not the inside toilet type, but from the mouth type)
and then started playin some 1-2-3 mu tou ren game which sort of resembles the a-e-i-o-u game which i also dunno how to play.
anyway, they moved on to playing lao ying zua xiao ji (eagle catch chicks).
for those whose childhood's depriaved,
it's this game where the 'eagle' try to catch the single file of 'chicks' from the 'hen' who spreads her hands wide and trys to protect her 'chicks'.
they probably shrieked alot and made a whole hell lot of noise/
Yup.
They played it in school.
i can't believe it either.
then some lecturer popped out of the classroom and spoke to them.
(probably something to the effect of "Can you guys keep it down? i got a class to teach yaba yaba...")
yea. and they all ran off cos they were too embrassed.
apparently, they didn't realise that there's a class going on at that time.
the cute people in my sch la.
they make good comic relief tho.
And MOL's this online tutorial thing that's way irritating.
it's a mix of both online work and offline on paper logbook working shit.
bah.
they should have just give us ordinary tutorials.
i rather like the nice stars tho.
=)
they come out when u complete a certain quota of questions.
Bah.
i'm such a kid.
Anyway, i was being a good, diligent and (ahem) guai student who's solving the questions when i heard some girl shrieking.
Not screaming, not calling, not shouting but shrieking.
The high pitch, hoarse and girl voice shriek.
She actually leaned forward from the effort of calling her friend.
(picture her back bending forward like an r)
she was calling some friend or another who's probably hanging around at the study area.
The thing is, everyone BUT her friend heard and turn to look at her.
(prob too paisey to ren her ready lah)
I was actually 1 of the first few who turned when she shrieked, so had quite a good look at her face.
She's quite pretty lei.
But i digress.
Anyway, i turned back to look at her,
because i noticed everyone in the study area,
and i mean every freaking one,
as in about 30 people staring at her direction,
so i turned too, expecting to see some show.
but by then she noticed that she had caught the attention of everyone there
including the 'friend' who either pretended not to know her or whom she mis-identified.
So she pretended that it wasn't her
who screamed and shriek like some siao char bor
and simply turned and walk away.
style, i tell u, style.
hahaha.
and i was reading one of my friend's blog about wad she and her class mates did as they were
there's this rather large flat and clear area where they were at.
They were crapping (not the inside toilet type, but from the mouth type)
and then started playin some 1-2-3 mu tou ren game which sort of resembles the a-e-i-o-u game which i also dunno how to play.
anyway, they moved on to playing lao ying zua xiao ji (eagle catch chicks).
for those whose childhood's depriaved,
it's this game where the 'eagle' try to catch the single file of 'chicks' from the 'hen' who spreads her hands wide and trys to protect her 'chicks'.
they probably shrieked alot and made a whole hell lot of noise/
Yup.
They played it in school.
i can't believe it either.
then some lecturer popped out of the classroom and spoke to them.
(probably something to the effect of "Can you guys keep it down? i got a class to teach yaba yaba...")
yea. and they all ran off cos they were too embrassed.
apparently, they didn't realise that there's a class going on at that time.
the cute people in my sch la.
they make good comic relief tho.
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Apples of gold in settings on silver
A word aptly spoken is like apples of gold in settings of silver.
Proverbs 25:11
Proverbs 25:11
Singlish. Quite fun ar.
Was sharing this bible passage during rciy when the singlish version popped up in my mind. They seperated the passage into 2 and got 2 people to read the each part. After they finished, i went like Ey... singlish version you want?
Oh well. Shall post it here.
The original passage is here. Advisible to read it first.
Oh well. Shall post it here.
The original passage is here. Advisible to read it first.
Jesus chit za buay za go and stand on the shore, but the disciples bak chew tak stamp neber recognise him.
He ceouted,"Oei!!! Got catch anything anot?"
They leply,"Bo lei!"
then He tell them, "Take the net go and throw at the right side of the sampan. Confirm can catch one."
So people tell them throw, they go and throw. Then catch a lot the fish until cannot pull the net inside.
Then Jesus love the disciple that one tell Peter, "Ey, God leh."
So Peter faster wear his outer shirt (but they never say got inner wear anot) and jemp into the water.
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Be it unto me
Be it unto me
According to your Word
According to your promises
I can stand secure
Carve upon my heart
The truth that sets me free
According to your Word O Lord
Be it unto me
more bout this later.
According to your Word
According to your promises
I can stand secure
Carve upon my heart
The truth that sets me free
According to your Word O Lord
Be it unto me
more bout this later.
Update on rabbit
i named him Nathaniel.
i confirm that it's male.
he got really small balls.
Amelia, your rabbit's not normal.
i miss the way he eats from my hands.
and drink while i hold d container.
and how he'll curiously look around.
no, he didn't die and i didn't kill him.
serena wanted him and took him in.
mabbe i did kill him in that sense. hahaha.
after i named him and started to like him so much too.
Bah.
Bye bye Nat!
hope u founded a good home.
i confirm that it's male.
he got really small balls.
Amelia, your rabbit's not normal.
i miss the way he eats from my hands.
and drink while i hold d container.
and how he'll curiously look around.
no, he didn't die and i didn't kill him.
serena wanted him and took him in.
mabbe i did kill him in that sense. hahaha.
after i named him and started to like him so much too.
Bah.
Bye bye Nat!
hope u founded a good home.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Heyas people!
i got a rather large bunny on my hands right now and looking for a good home for him. it's a him according to his previous owner - i didn't see his ham and egg when i carry him up.
he's a local rabbit, about 1 - 2 years old, and curious and rather tame. not any fancy lop ear angora breed or baby, but still cute nonetheless.check out his pictures.
Click on the url below if u can't see d pics.
When he stands to look around.
http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/1179/1024/IMG_2740.jpg
Full Bod
http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/1179/1024/IMG_2723.jpg
peeking up. he's soooo adorably curious.
http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/1179/1024/IMG_2736.jpg
erm. so yea. any takers?
gimme a buzz at 81332593 or email me at infinitum_87@hotmail.com yea?
if u can help somehow by providing a cage, or keeping him at your place till we find him a new family, pleeeeease contact me.
i'm currently keeping him in a cardboard box that he's chewing away tru happily, and it's not doing to last.
i need to find a home for him by the end of this week (20-06-05) before my family's throws him out.
Please help to forward this around to responsible and lovig people, and not of the sm tendency towards animals kind k?thanks!
regards,
Stella
i got a rather large bunny on my hands right now and looking for a good home for him. it's a him according to his previous owner - i didn't see his ham and egg when i carry him up.
he's a local rabbit, about 1 - 2 years old, and curious and rather tame. not any fancy lop ear angora breed or baby, but still cute nonetheless.check out his pictures.
Click on the url below if u can't see d pics.
When he stands to look around.
http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/1179/1024/IMG_2740.jpg
Full Bod
http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/1179/1024/IMG_2723.jpg
peeking up. he's soooo adorably curious.
http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/1179/1024/IMG_2736.jpg
erm. so yea. any takers?
gimme a buzz at 81332593 or email me at infinitum_87@hotmail.com yea?
if u can help somehow by providing a cage, or keeping him at your place till we find him a new family, pleeeeease contact me.
i'm currently keeping him in a cardboard box that he's chewing away tru happily, and it's not doing to last.
i need to find a home for him by the end of this week (20-06-05) before my family's throws him out.
Please help to forward this around to responsible and lovig people, and not of the sm tendency towards animals kind k?thanks!
regards,
Stella
