Wednesday, 7 May 2008
Thursday, 27 March 2008
A TEENAGER'S VIEW OF HEAVEN
--Very thought provoking. Hope you read it to its end!!!!!
17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. 'I wowed 'em,' he later told his father, Bruce. 'It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote..' It also was the last.
Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.
The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. 'I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it,' Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. 'I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him.'
Brian's Essay: The Room...
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read 'Girls I have liked.' I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named 'Friends' was next to one marked 'Friends I have betrayed.' The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird 'Books I Have Read,' 'Lies I Have Told,' 'Comfort I have Given,' 'Jokes I Have Laughed at .' Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: 'Things I've yelled at my brothers.' Others I couldn't laugh at: 'Things I Have Done in My Anger', 'Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.' I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.
Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked 'TV Shows I have watched', I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked 'Lustful Thoughts,' I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.
I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!' In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.
And then I saw it.. The title bore 'People I Have Shared the Gospel With.' The handle was brighter than those around it,seemed newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.
No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.
He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. 'No!' I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was 'No, no,' as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.
He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, 'It is finished.' I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.
'I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.'-Phil. 4:13 'For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.' If you feel the same way forward it so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also My 'People I shared the gospel with' file just got bigger, how about yours?
Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.
The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. 'I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it,' Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. 'I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him.'
Brian's Essay: The Room...
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read 'Girls I have liked.' I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named 'Friends' was next to one marked 'Friends I have betrayed.' The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird 'Books I Have Read,' 'Lies I Have Told,' 'Comfort I have Given,' 'Jokes I Have Laughed at .' Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: 'Things I've yelled at my brothers.' Others I couldn't laugh at: 'Things I Have Done in My Anger', 'Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.' I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.
Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked 'TV Shows I have watched', I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked 'Lustful Thoughts,' I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.
I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!' In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.
And then I saw it.. The title bore 'People I Have Shared the Gospel With.' The handle was brighter than those around it,seemed newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.
No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.
He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. 'No!' I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was 'No, no,' as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.
He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, 'It is finished.' I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.
'I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.'-Phil. 4:13 'For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.' If you feel the same way forward it so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also My 'People I shared the gospel with' file just got bigger, how about yours?
Monday, 10 March 2008
Day aft Twister Game
Its has been v long since i wrote somethings again..
v busy lately...
however one major issue is down...
that is... ah ma got of hospital liao..
its heart-breaking to see her trying to struggle a smile infront of us..
hope that she will get better...
may the good lord bless her and heal everyone that is ill!!!!!!!!
yesterday went to jem house for a gathering...
seems fun (:
BUTTTTTTT whole body aching...
whoa think i too long never exercise liao...
play twister until i think that my body really kanna twisted..
all the lazy muscle starts to ache since this morning.. cannot tahan liao...
OOOOOOOOOOOO......
didnt noe that this younger generation is so active, creative, smart and many more..
their drawings or can i say is sketch, whoa is superb..
very creative...
dunno that their r all so gd in arts area -can sing, play drum and guitar, draw, dance and gd in theirs studies..
compare to them i really lose out...
their language usage is far better then mine too..
i am really v behind time and slack too much liao....
zzz..
two more weeks to Gd friday, follow by easter sunday, and then is feast day...
busy busy liao....
so many things ned to do liao...
ya and yesterday fd out from them that we have made 1331 from our hard work again...
yeah!!!
however there is 2500++ more to go....
hope that it can be achieve by july!!!
v busy lately...
however one major issue is down...
that is... ah ma got of hospital liao..
its heart-breaking to see her trying to struggle a smile infront of us..
hope that she will get better...
may the good lord bless her and heal everyone that is ill!!!!!!!!
yesterday went to jem house for a gathering...
seems fun (:
BUTTTTTTT whole body aching...
whoa think i too long never exercise liao...
play twister until i think that my body really kanna twisted..
all the lazy muscle starts to ache since this morning.. cannot tahan liao...
OOOOOOOOOOOO......
didnt noe that this younger generation is so active, creative, smart and many more..
their drawings or can i say is sketch, whoa is superb..
very creative...
dunno that their r all so gd in arts area -can sing, play drum and guitar, draw, dance and gd in theirs studies..
compare to them i really lose out...
their language usage is far better then mine too..
i am really v behind time and slack too much liao....
zzz..
two more weeks to Gd friday, follow by easter sunday, and then is feast day...
busy busy liao....
so many things ned to do liao...
ya and yesterday fd out from them that we have made 1331 from our hard work again...
yeah!!!
however there is 2500++ more to go....
hope that it can be achieve by july!!!
Thursday, 7 February 2008
Da Nien Chu Yi
Hi Kai lun....
i forget la...
anyway i recounted and change it to 2003...
think this time should be correct...
__________________________________
its chu yi today...
this is the first year that we stay at home after chruch..
as ah ma still in hospital...
we have decided not to go to his house so we stay at home.. as usual they start to play mahjong lor and i go to my bed, sleept for only half an hour as woke up by phone rings.. dunno how called? maybe is steve again.. coz he called later again.. lazy to reply call, so i jus leave it as it is
beside that, this is oso the first year i didnt work over night during the pre-cny sale, as i wasnt working.. hehe
at last broke off the cycle, so not as tired, however we decided to visit the [cow car water] at last to fulfill my dad's wish..
its was super crowded, yet he said it was fun and wants to go again.. he said he dun mind kanna push here and there in the crowd, he actually said it was exciting
but i dun think i would love to go again.. its too crowded for me and i had enough of the pushing..
gtg, need to dosome netsurfing for tomolo program..
write in when im free
bb
i forget la...
anyway i recounted and change it to 2003...
think this time should be correct...
__________________________________
its chu yi today...
this is the first year that we stay at home after chruch..
as ah ma still in hospital...
we have decided not to go to his house so we stay at home.. as usual they start to play mahjong lor and i go to my bed, sleept for only half an hour as woke up by phone rings.. dunno how called? maybe is steve again.. coz he called later again.. lazy to reply call, so i jus leave it as it is
beside that, this is oso the first year i didnt work over night during the pre-cny sale, as i wasnt working.. hehe
at last broke off the cycle, so not as tired, however we decided to visit the [cow car water] at last to fulfill my dad's wish..
its was super crowded, yet he said it was fun and wants to go again.. he said he dun mind kanna push here and there in the crowd, he actually said it was exciting
but i dun think i would love to go again.. its too crowded for me and i had enough of the pushing..
gtg, need to dosome netsurfing for tomolo program..
write in when im free
bb
Tuesday, 5 February 2008
neighbour..
guess what?
i found a new neighbour today...
and...
is...
kailun..
haha
a new neighbour for a new year ahead..lol
what crappy words i wrote..
anyway, for kailun, welcome to my neighbourhood.. hope u like ur new neighbourhood..
__________
havent blog for days... or can say for bout one and a half week..
has been really busy lately...
first have to help steve wif his hwk then found out that grandma in hospital due to that 2pid family not taking good care of her...
u noe what?
we got to noe that she was admitted only on the second day...
the best part was it was the nurses that inform us [2nd, 4th uncle then to us], that family didnt say anything...
what kind of son he is?
lightning strike?
dunno...
for me i cant pray to have strike on him...
my religious views will be ruin by him man..
enough of him... if not i will have more sins...
somemore tomolo is ash TUESDAY... cant be bad...
anyway hope that ah ma get better... (let god decide ba)
dunno whether she can leave gh b4 CNY..
is bad luck man is stay thru... what a waste...
today or can say the whole day, i gong gong oso...
i woke up at 10 plus...
and tot that my lesson is at 2.10pm
what the...
actual lesson time is 9.50am..
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
waste of $$$$$$$$$$$$
miss a class..
still dare to say to kailun that i am going late for lesson at 1pm..
it is not going... it is gone liao...
super gong man..
haiz..
now (12.25am) kanna fly kite by steve again...
this brother... very bad as me to wait in the end logged out so early..
tink he need some scolding for the next meeting..
theresa ng sms today...
ask me to join their gathering on 9 feb..
i will take this opp.. to say sorry.. cant make it...on 9 feb i visting my aunty...
ending...[have to put nicholas ronney name here... always forgot his name]
i found a new neighbour today...
and...
is...
kailun..
haha
a new neighbour for a new year ahead..lol
what crappy words i wrote..
anyway, for kailun, welcome to my neighbourhood.. hope u like ur new neighbourhood..
__________
havent blog for days... or can say for bout one and a half week..
has been really busy lately...
first have to help steve wif his hwk then found out that grandma in hospital due to that 2pid family not taking good care of her...
u noe what?
we got to noe that she was admitted only on the second day...
the best part was it was the nurses that inform us [2nd, 4th uncle then to us], that family didnt say anything...
what kind of son he is?
lightning strike?
dunno...
for me i cant pray to have strike on him...
my religious views will be ruin by him man..
enough of him... if not i will have more sins...
somemore tomolo is ash TUESDAY... cant be bad...
anyway hope that ah ma get better... (let god decide ba)
dunno whether she can leave gh b4 CNY..
is bad luck man is stay thru... what a waste...
today or can say the whole day, i gong gong oso...
i woke up at 10 plus...
and tot that my lesson is at 2.10pm
what the...
actual lesson time is 9.50am..
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
waste of $$$$$$$$$$$$
miss a class..
still dare to say to kailun that i am going late for lesson at 1pm..
it is not going... it is gone liao...
super gong man..
haiz..
now (12.25am) kanna fly kite by steve again...
this brother... very bad as me to wait in the end logged out so early..
tink he need some scolding for the next meeting..
theresa ng sms today...
ask me to join their gathering on 9 feb..
i will take this opp.. to say sorry.. cant make it...on 9 feb i visting my aunty...
ending...[have to put nicholas ronney name here... always forgot his name]
Friday, 1 February 2008
Thursday, 24 January 2008
Thursday...
today in driving class.. the instructor very bad.. to me la.. he kept jam brake.. make me so nervous and i kept stalling the car.. so bad..
today steve call again from my.. at last he sort out his feelings... so i dun need to wori anymore..
for a scorpio.. he would be to hard for me to tell him straight.. its great that he could sort it out himself without me mentioning anything..
i was afraid that he might be kanna [qing hua du] dunno what to say to him.. at last he understand.. lucky me..
today i spoke to ciping..
not bad.. quite a nice guy to chat wif..
all the best to his math test tomolo or can i say its later in the morning.. :)
tomolo is friday.. lingting got dentist appointment..
she is so scare or can i say is nervous.. always saying this and that.. the drill noise and the pain..
ops.. its late liao.. :0
need to sleep liao tomolo ned to get to JI
today steve call again from my.. at last he sort out his feelings... so i dun need to wori anymore..
for a scorpio.. he would be to hard for me to tell him straight.. its great that he could sort it out himself without me mentioning anything..
i was afraid that he might be kanna [qing hua du] dunno what to say to him.. at last he understand.. lucky me..
today i spoke to ciping..
not bad.. quite a nice guy to chat wif..
all the best to his math test tomolo or can i say its later in the morning.. :)
tomolo is friday.. lingting got dentist appointment..
she is so scare or can i say is nervous.. always saying this and that.. the drill noise and the pain..
ops.. its late liao.. :0
need to sleep liao tomolo ned to get to JI
Wednesday, 23 January 2008
New Shoes
I am back early today...
the shoes are here today.. at last.. i have been waiting for since 2 weeks ago..
new shoes for a new mousey year ahead.. way to go man..
today at GB, i made a new friend again..
its a GUY, age 15 studying in wu yue flower.. yet to noe whether hes a nice person.. hope that he is..
again i am still waiting for mr ma yi to accept me on FS.. have a lot of question in my mind..
want to ask y he and binny together and many more like is his memory gd [as need to noe whether u still remember ... ... ...]
abt driving..
today the instructor is Mr lim..
quite nice.. not bad.. when i saw him the first person he reminds me of is Alan..
quite tall and skinny.. during the drive, i was quite nervous.. kanna horn twice and stalled twice, one on the road.. and one entering the crucuit.. dunno whether tomolo would be better anot..
hope that i could do better tomolo..
the WYD is coming nearer..
it is in July.. i am looking forward to it.. however, i am quite nervous.. dunno what will happen there and what i need to do.. as my english is not gd plus if there is session like those linting and friends to one i will not noe what to say.. i dunno how to do sharing and i am not as holy as them.. dunno how to sing and praise.. prayer knowledge oso not gd..
very tired now, but still need to wait for my little brother..
need to sleep will try to cont tomolo abt WYD and other stuff..
the shoes are here today.. at last.. i have been waiting for since 2 weeks ago..
new shoes for a new mousey year ahead.. way to go man..
today at GB, i made a new friend again..
its a GUY, age 15 studying in wu yue flower.. yet to noe whether hes a nice person.. hope that he is..
again i am still waiting for mr ma yi to accept me on FS.. have a lot of question in my mind..
want to ask y he and binny together and many more like is his memory gd [as need to noe whether u still remember ... ... ...]
abt driving..
today the instructor is Mr lim..
quite nice.. not bad.. when i saw him the first person he reminds me of is Alan..
quite tall and skinny.. during the drive, i was quite nervous.. kanna horn twice and stalled twice, one on the road.. and one entering the crucuit.. dunno whether tomolo would be better anot..
hope that i could do better tomolo..
the WYD is coming nearer..
it is in July.. i am looking forward to it.. however, i am quite nervous.. dunno what will happen there and what i need to do.. as my english is not gd plus if there is session like those linting and friends to one i will not noe what to say.. i dunno how to do sharing and i am not as holy as them.. dunno how to sing and praise.. prayer knowledge oso not gd..
very tired now, but still need to wait for my little brother..
need to sleep will try to cont tomolo abt WYD and other stuff..
Grouper
Another fish kanna caught again.. poor thing is what i can say for now..
This time round the fish is damn big.. abt 2ft long, it could still move/ jerk even though its inner organs were removed.. its amazing[can i say its amazing?]
enough of fishy stuff..
start to rite out tonite since i kanna [fly kite by steve]
ask me to wait up for him.. but he is off.. never even leave a message saying that he will not be available.. haiz..
abt ant.. still waiting at the moment for him to add me as his friend on friendster.. the feelings can be said to be of more eagerness then to be just happy to be his friends..
our relationship can be consider as friends, childhood playmate/relative.. dunno which is better to describe the connection.. this ?? came to me went chatting wif steve on 3rd jan 2008.., i wasnt available on 1st jan 2008, and i told him where i was..
i was at 2 wake on the first day of the year..
of all days.. the 1st day of 2008, i went to 2 wakes..not 1 but 2..
i is 3rd grand aunt, another is ant's grand dad [father's side]
one additional connection arises at the wake.. guess what?
its mrs lee, wong lee jong she is the daughter in law of 3rd grand aunt..
what a coincidence..
so i told him that i went to two of my relative wakes lor..
opps, its getting too late liao..
need to go..
tomolo got driving lessons which starts at 0950..
will be going on the road [what.. is the first thing that came into my mind when the instructor told me jus now] he said that the target speed will be approx. 50km, 4th gear.. i am very nervous now.. dunno how.. quite panicky too.. coz i stalled the engine a few times today..
quite risky is it is on the main road...
wish me luck..
would be better if it if the same instructor again.. [quite good looking and sweet..]
name was mohd ali..
promised to rite up on WYD.. but to no avail.. next time ba...
good nite/day to whoever is reading [better not be anyone i noe]
This time round the fish is damn big.. abt 2ft long, it could still move/ jerk even though its inner organs were removed.. its amazing[can i say its amazing?]
enough of fishy stuff..
start to rite out tonite since i kanna [fly kite by steve]
ask me to wait up for him.. but he is off.. never even leave a message saying that he will not be available.. haiz..
abt ant.. still waiting at the moment for him to add me as his friend on friendster.. the feelings can be said to be of more eagerness then to be just happy to be his friends..
our relationship can be consider as friends, childhood playmate/relative.. dunno which is better to describe the connection.. this ?? came to me went chatting wif steve on 3rd jan 2008.., i wasnt available on 1st jan 2008, and i told him where i was..
i was at 2 wake on the first day of the year..
of all days.. the 1st day of 2008, i went to 2 wakes..not 1 but 2..
i is 3rd grand aunt, another is ant's grand dad [father's side]
one additional connection arises at the wake.. guess what?
its mrs lee, wong lee jong she is the daughter in law of 3rd grand aunt..
what a coincidence..
so i told him that i went to two of my relative wakes lor..
opps, its getting too late liao..
need to go..
tomolo got driving lessons which starts at 0950..
will be going on the road [what.. is the first thing that came into my mind when the instructor told me jus now] he said that the target speed will be approx. 50km, 4th gear.. i am very nervous now.. dunno how.. quite panicky too.. coz i stalled the engine a few times today..
quite risky is it is on the main road...
wish me luck..
would be better if it if the same instructor again.. [quite good looking and sweet..]
name was mohd ali..
promised to rite up on WYD.. but to no avail.. next time ba...
good nite/day to whoever is reading [better not be anyone i noe]
Tuesday, 22 January 2008
GB Days
GB days..
Dunno whether it is call fate anot..
suddenly decided to play GB since Dec 2007.
Maybe its fate, as i didnt start when kailun asked to join since 2003.. Recently thru tis game, i made a new friend.. call it a friend from my point of view.. for him, i think he might tink too much, hope i wont hurt him and he dun noe that i am writing bout him.. however i hope this friendship would last..
i dunno maybe its the leo that is in me that causes the negligence to my friends and family.. the rat year is coming soon..zi zi zi zi zi hoping for the better is the best i can do..
suddenly have the urge to call my friends and most importantly mr ant, i really want to noe whether he still can remember me anot..
this urge was caused by the message that was brought on air in the afternoon of 21 jan 2008, where the 2 djs talk abt kids this days having to stay wif friends or relative is almost the same as staying with strangers (anything can happen).
my imagination has always ran wild, i believe i should get hold of myself b4 it is too late..
its late now.. think i should rest.. i am becoming more like ms panda lately..
talk bout WYD 2008 next time..
dunno when i will drop by again..
see my previous post so long ago.. haha LOL
its bout SMP.. i just got my results.. guess what? its boy for both SMP an PSC.. now i waiting for the PC results, heard that there are quite a number of failures.. dunno wherther i am one of them anot? think maybe i am, as i didnt did as much studies as SMP and PSC.. i would be very grateful if i got a pass.. (honestly, i didnt study) failed also no choice.. have to retake it..
good nite.. or gd day to whoever is reading or trying to catch some balls here.. hehe
lastly welcoming the zi zi zi zi year
Dunno whether it is call fate anot..
suddenly decided to play GB since Dec 2007.
Maybe its fate, as i didnt start when kailun asked to join since 2003.. Recently thru tis game, i made a new friend.. call it a friend from my point of view.. for him, i think he might tink too much, hope i wont hurt him and he dun noe that i am writing bout him.. however i hope this friendship would last..
i dunno maybe its the leo that is in me that causes the negligence to my friends and family.. the rat year is coming soon..zi zi zi zi zi hoping for the better is the best i can do..
suddenly have the urge to call my friends and most importantly mr ant, i really want to noe whether he still can remember me anot..
this urge was caused by the message that was brought on air in the afternoon of 21 jan 2008, where the 2 djs talk abt kids this days having to stay wif friends or relative is almost the same as staying with strangers (anything can happen).
my imagination has always ran wild, i believe i should get hold of myself b4 it is too late..
its late now.. think i should rest.. i am becoming more like ms panda lately..
talk bout WYD 2008 next time..
dunno when i will drop by again..
see my previous post so long ago.. haha LOL
its bout SMP.. i just got my results.. guess what? its boy for both SMP an PSC.. now i waiting for the PC results, heard that there are quite a number of failures.. dunno wherther i am one of them anot? think maybe i am, as i didnt did as much studies as SMP and PSC.. i would be very grateful if i got a pass.. (honestly, i didnt study) failed also no choice.. have to retake it..
good nite.. or gd day to whoever is reading or trying to catch some balls here.. hehe
lastly welcoming the zi zi zi zi year
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