Misunderstandings

Often leads our thoughts away from the truth.

Which then leads us to judging.

and then sometimes to anger, while the opposite party might thought that it happen for no apparent reason. For he or she has no idea of what went wrong?

However, if none decides to discuss upon the confusion, hoping time would pass and it will be forgotten.... that would be awesome!! but most of the time, it is not that easy

what would be worst, is to have a series of such occurrences, unresolved while emotions pile up,
and then just like a bubble it pops.... hmmmm a balloon would a better example, it BURST!

and nothing is left, but pieces of rubber strips.

But then again, He said to forgive 77 times,

this Christmas, make a change, or at least have the guts to settle things... aaaa which includes me.

made it happen!!

Finally took my guts to go chop it all off,

it all came down in less than 15 mins... and it cost me rm14.. is like RM1 per minute man..

hahahah thanks to some one who came with me... but i sort of caused her to go cut her's too..

ahhh i like my new hair!!! dries faster and easier to manage...

elysia's hat....

christmas resolution.. do something crazy before christmas.. DONE!

but now i have to study, i got one mid term on Monday,

got cyber preneurship presentation on tuesday and wednesday

got to hand in my lab report and assignment by wednesday

GO STUDY!!!

Updates

From the 14th to 16th November 2005 (one fine weekend) if the date isn't wrongly stated, some of us went for a Construct camp held by the Student Representative Coucil of Multimedia University Malacca,

Before the camp i heard they were gonna torture us and abstain me from getting my regular beauty sleep to listen to some boring "ceramah". And on the previous year, they ONLY supplied rice with salted fish as meals!!! for three days!!!! wah can get heart attack man..

but good enough they weren't as brutal as the year before, we were given more sleep, and satisfying dishes catered by Shima Entreprise (one of the major food caterers in MMU, mlc).
Hahahah but i came back with bruises so bad that Elysia said is as though i got raped. We camp at the Pasir Pajang Kolej (i think...) it is also a N.S (National Service) ground next to the beach.. AWESOME!!

Some of the activities were, building our own raft and to paddle 1.2km to d sea and back.... meaning a total of 2.4km of muscle burning and sweat and throat soaring of "ONE TWO ROW! ONE TWO ROW.. hahahha and i came back with sexy voice thanks to my sore throat alrite! then then then we did boot camp training the one same like IF camp (brown shirt) but even tougher.. got monkey bar, climbed 8 feet wall and comando crawled (thats where all that bruise came from) and many more..

but i am satified getting to know many new faces and had fun joking and learning new things.. despite all that complaining, the good part of the camp was that it was entirely FREE !!!! well not that i am money minded neither am i "kiam siap" .... is just if you are at the point of my financial situation you totally appreciate free food and free lodging..




Wow, many people around me are crawling on all fours, but time will help you rise up on both feet once again. it just take a little more energy and time till you can run,

if you feel tired and out of energy eat more.... click ----->> snickers.. kekekeke...

To you and you who you your self know who you are, Thanks for sharing a part of your life with me!! But remember the challenges i gave you and i will be there just SMS to 012-63........ heh heh heh.. make me proud yeah!!

Out life is a reflection of his authority. And when we disobey, he is the One the world scoffs at. from Embracing Eternity by Tim LaHaye, Jerry B. Jenkins and Frank M. Martin (Tyndale) p 148 "

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.