i want to borrow!!!

hey pips,

Am currently free through out my second semester, and so i feel like reading a few books which i do not own, so if you do, Could i PLEASE.... pwetty pwease.... borrow from you???

1). By C.S. Lewis
*the entire 7 series of The Cronicals of Narnia
- The lion, the witch and the wardrobe
- Prince Caspian: The return to Narnia
- The Voyage of the Dawn Treader
- The Silver Chair
- The Horse and His Boy
- The Magician's Nephew
- The Last Battle

Please and Thank you muaks...

lazy

i'm so lazy to blog.. maybe cos i didn't really achieved what i wanted.. i feel so defeated..
*went cut ris***
*went hang my self*
*went drink poi****

sigh

feel so empty,
someone said is only a one day feeling,
will update blog soon lah
just so lazy right now..

Debbie Yong... hehehe is not me

twenty not four

i like the sound of my new heels
going clok clok against the wooden floor
it tells me that i am
twenty, not four
not waiting, at dinnertime, by the front door
for the clok clok of my mother's heels
coming home from work
coming down the corridor

By Debbie Yong

A Friend of Jesus

Matthew 21:17
John 11:5,11
John 11:43

"Lazarus!"

That’s Jesus! I didn’t know they were coming for a visit.

"Mom! Mary and Joseph and Jesus are here!" The two boys had been friends a long time . . . best friends. They enjoyed being together, especially each year when they would all go to Jerusalem for the Feast of the Passover. And then there were the special times—rare, of course—but times like today, when the hours would fly as they grabbed for the seconds and filled every minute.

It’s so much fun when Jesus comes. I have such a good time.

* * *

"Lazarus!"

"Hey! Over here, Jesus!"

"Ask your mother if you can come walk with us so I can tell you about what happened in the Temple today."

"Is that where they found You? Your folks have been frantic . . . looking for You everywhere. "

"I’m sorry about worrying them. But it’s all so strange, Lazarus. Can I talk to you about it?"

The two walked along, arms interlocked, growing ever closer as they grew older and shared the secrets of their young lives. Lazarus knew his Friend was someone very special.

* * *

"Lazarus!"

"That’s Jesus, Martha. How good to hear Him. Prepare a special meal for us and we’ll all visit together. By the way, where’s Mary? Get her to help you.

"I’m back here, Jesus. Oh, I’ve missed seeing You. Let’s go to the roof where it’s cool and You can tell me what’s been happening. I’ve been hearing some wonderful reports about Your ministry. And I hear there’s some solid opposition, too. I’ve been anxious to talk with You."

"It’s good to be with you, Lazarus. Let me go in and say hello to Martha and Mary before we go upstairs."

* * *

"Lazarus!"

"Mary! Martha! Come quickly! Jesus is here."

"Hello, dear friend. I’m on my way to Jerusalem and needed to be with you this evening. Can you find room for me?"

"Oh, Jesus, You know You are always welcome in our home. We look forward to Your being here, and I miss you very much. We’ve been friends a long time. There’s no one I feel closer to or that I would rather be with than You. You’re very important in my life."

* * *

"Lazarus!"

"Lazarus! Come forth!"

Lazarus tried to open his eyes . . . just to think about moving seemed to be an effort. It was as though his arms were bound . . . as though his legs were wrapped. The smell. The dampness. The darkness. And it’s cold.

Jesus? Are You calling me? Where am I? This is like . . . almost like a tomb.

"Lazarus!"

It is Jesus. But He sounds so far away.

Slowly he got to his feet, struggling at the tightly wound burial cloths, remembering vaguely the illness and the last touch from his beloved sisters, groping toward the light that filtered dimly into the blackness.

I’m coming, Jesus. I hear You, dear Friend. I’m moving kind of slowly, but wait on me . . . I need to talk with You about something that happened to me just last week. . . .

* * *

What role did Lazarus play in Jesus’ life? I know Jesus spent a lot of time in Bethany. He must have enjoyed being there. He felt loved. Comfortable. At home. Did He appreciate a clean bed and a hot meal?

Oh, I’m so prone to make You into an "untouchable God" instead of a beloved Friend. And I don’t need—or really want—an untouchable God. I do need a Friend. Someone whose voice is familiar to me. Someone that I long to be with. Someone who misses me and Someone that I miss. Someone that I can lock arms with and we can walk together and talk about things that are important to us.

Lord, I want to be a Lazarus to You.

I want to be Your dear friend.

Dinner with alooottt of engineers and engineers to be

First of all i didn't really know wat to expect but oh well guess is just another one of those annual dinner where people dress up and go socialise ... but i know i found more to it than just that.. What passion lies in those young engineers that move as one institution to better serve the community. Last night's annual dinner was also a contribution to the orphanage and to show appreciation to their fellow workers whom have serve whole heartedly for past one year.. Good Job IEM....

anyways this is the real debbie... yayayayay rebecca and i had fun dressing up and make uping while the gentlemen's were waiting and slowly dreading there time with hunger..

we were like the earliest group of people there... while waiting for the event to start we just head on in to our table first.. and we sat there and wait and wait and wait.. so while waiting we cam whore..... heh heh heh

People who went...

Christina Aguilera Hurt... just like the song

Seems like it was yesterday
When I saw your face
You told me how proud you were
But I walked away
If only I knew
What I know today

I would hold you in my arms
I would take the pain away
Thank you for all you've done
Forgive all your mistakes
There's nothing I wouldn't do
To hear your voice again
Sometimes I wanna call you
But I know you won't be there

(Chorus)
I'm sorry for
Blaming you
For everything
I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself
By hurting you

Some days I feel broke inside
But I won't admit
Sometimes I just wanna hide
Cause it's you I miss
And it's so hard to say goodbye
When it comes to this

Would you tell me I was wrong
Would you help me understand
Are you lookin' down upon me
Are you proud of who I am
There's nothing I wouldn't do
To have just one more chance
To look into your eyes
And see you looking back

I'm sorry for
Blamming you
For everything
I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself

If I had just one more day
I would tell you how much that I've missed you since you've been away

It's dangerous
It's so out of line
To try and turn back time

what a dream!!!! so scary

i was dreaming of going and leaving my house to go work (industrial training), i stayed in some place where is always dark and i knew i had to catch a bus to work.. busy city with lots of cars and fly overs. Then when the bus stopped i drop by this shop and asked if i could do my training there.. then if i am not wrong it is own by this scary lady but i thought all boss ladies are like so.. tauke nia .. kekeke

and then and then... i think she said come back the next morning to start work so i did, and you know usually shops has this counter thingee where you have to stand on the inside and do business. so i make my way in, then she stopped me and said she wanted to give me something to wear, so she ask me to take off my clothing.. bear in mind it was only shirt and pants no more than that.. then she help me put on some saree look alike top and she was taking so long helping me button up the back and then .. oh gosh here is the gorry part.. she was mollestig me from the back.. what the heck man.. and then i felt so terrible i was so scared i jump my self awake.. woke up and started rebuking such non sense.. hhahahaha but come to think of it .. is so stupid..