it was red

it was red. had spelling mistakes.and cartoons. i had to buy it. heh- igloo for rent anyone?

hari ini dalam sejarah

Got up at 10 today. The joys of sleeping late are vastly overrated…
Instead of heading of today to Singapore to catch the end of the Buskers Festival, mum and I stayed home instead because I had le bug (flu that is)…*sob*sob* ( mum wouldn’t believe that one could recover and be ready to take on the whole world after one night’s sleep...ish)

Was feeling a lil’ woozy and didn’t call my group mates to ask about the project discussion later in the day…figured that I’d just pop up and surprise the lot..hah!
Macam déjà vu when I arrived at my friend’s house only to find the place empty..called 4 different cell numbers…only to finally find out that they cancelled the whole meeting because I couldn’t show up..*argh!! I’m neverevereverever going to plan ‘surprises’ anymore..!!*

Mum found the whole situation funny (thankfully). Spent the rest of the afternoon playing with Unc Jit Tong & Choon Yann ‘s baby.....:P fun lil’ guy that one…
They have a pretty interesting househelp. Methinks the girl’s pretty bored,…chattered away happily when I got there…friendly too….20 minutes into the chat she was giving me advice on dating guys…“ Jangan cari pakwe yang lebih muda!.....kanak-kanak sangat”
Needless to say her sweetheart back home’s a good 3 years older…felt really ....young..a 16 year old girl giving me advice..

Stopped by the pink lady wonder shop to get a present ( it’s amazing what direct translations from mandarin to english here will get you..pink lady’s another name for a recreational drug btw….heh) and later by the photocopying shop to drop off some stuff for the church camp…more advice from the lady there…
“Aiyo….the paper you bought so expensive! Next time don’t waste money like that! This is RM 3.50 for 30 sheets…we sell color paper here..60 cents for 10 sheets!”

Reached home only to go out again to pick my sis from her friend’s place…they’ve been baking cookies to raise funds for camp at the end of the year…expensive cookies those…
(orders anyone?)

Got home with enough time to wrappresentshowercallfriendchangoutfitthrice and go for vickee’s birthday (Happy B’day V! May your shadow never grow less…lol)

My aunt called at night…cousin forgot to pass the message that we weren’t dropping by for the weekend. Really bad time to be forgetful…my cousin had to change her plans to be around when we got there and my uncle flew back earlier… - _ - sigh.

btw..Isaac turned 17 today! *Cheers* so when can you get your licence?* :P

Mandi

Just felt like i needed to share this.

Hot showers seem to be magical or something.You go in tired,depressed,upset,filthy etc etc....and come out a new person!!
Seriously, i think if everyone took nice hot showers once a day...( or maybe a long soak in the tub for some)...there would
neverevereverever be another problem too big to handled once we got out of the bathroom.
Showers are like neutral territories. Ever tried to argue with someone taking a shower? ( I have...it doesn't work)
Once the door's safely locked...it's like you're untouchable! Literally.
Running water, ginseng-rose hips-orange scent air.
Take a shower today.Make yourself happy.

waiting

words so soft
barely carressing the surface
even every movement is checked
contained
as if the slightest nudge
might break
the silence

you want so much for me
to feel
to understand

and yet i laugh
tease even
pretending
that i don't hear
all you have to say
waiting for the silence
to turn into emptiness

living dead

Sometimes I wonder if being a generation Christian has made me a inert believer.
I understand, not only with my mind but also with my heart and soul the cost of my salvation – and yet there too often there is an emptiness felt. All those bible studies/talks/prayer meetings/revival rallies and still a vast feeling of nothing.

Ever heard of the phrase : familiarity breeds contempt ?

Contempt. That’s a word you link to dislike, scorn, disdain, low-class, hate.
Not to a God who is love.
And yet that’s the very attitude I‘ve had for so many years. Not so much so of hate and dislike but rather a contempt of the usual. A contempt fueled by pride, arrogant and conceit. An attitude of “Oh, Jesus again?”
The pride of thinking that I knew all about God there was to know ….when all I have is this superficial idea (!) of Him which is molded to suit my tastes.

How much the cost of forgiveness? How hard the journey back to him?

“To the angel of the church of Ephesus write: These are the words of him who holds the seven stars in his right hand and walks among the seven lampstands :I know your deeds, your hard work and your perseverance. I know that you cannot tolerate wicked men, that you have tested those who claim to be apostles but are not, and have found them false. You have persevered and have endured hardships for my name, and have not grown weary. Yet this I hold against you: You have forsaken your first love. Remember the height from which you have fallen! Repent and do the things you did at first. If you do not repent, I will come to you and remove your lampstand from its place…He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To him who overcomes, I will give the right to eat from the tree of life, which is the paradise of God.”
Revelation 2:1-5,7

some days

Some days stuff just doesn't work out.

You wake up late,get jam on your shirt, bring the wrong bag,your dog dies, you trip on nothing, your hair's working like it's got a life of its own, forget your friends names, fail your test, starve because your didn't have time for breakfast....and worse of all...you're only beginning "today."

You get home, collapse into bed, call your buds to rant about "My Worse Day" and no one's home. You sulk, get depressed. Then you get upset thinking about your sucky social life and get all mopey envisioning your future-old, alone, and surrounded by 72 cats.

Your fav. CD won't play, you get a papercut turning the pages of your journal, mum forgets your lunch, your best friend's mad at you, your dad, sibs, even your pet goldfish give you the cold shoulder.

Some days....some days.... it's all bad.

But not today

Today, I couldn't stop smiling
Why?
Heh
Ask me. :)

the more loving one

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.

W.H Auden

it's back!

My computer's back! it's fixed!
heh...the dependency of my life on this grey-blue heap of metal and wires amazes me.
On the other hand..it’s pretty amazing to discover that there’s actually other things to do….:P
Been making myself useful around the house these days..(there must be little evil elves in my laundry basket…clothes keep appearing!!)

9 more days to the holidays…the much-sought/dreamt/awaited 2 month break…well..almost 2 months.
This will probably be the first “cuti akhir tahun” that I will actually NEED to study (Can you believe the amount of stuff form 6 students have to cram into their heads?!? Do I hear ‘ayes’ from the others?...or maybe I’m just plain lazee…)

And I’m proud to announce that I (finally!) got to do my first dissection…yes, yes I know…ketinggalan zaman…but this is Malaysia….where practical lab-work is usually done “in theory.” So anyway, my lil’ specimen was donated from a merciful classmate, who’s garden somehow contains large insects all around. She actually had TWO! ( It’s a lot when I couldn’t even find a measly snail in my garden okay…..)
Green, ugly and a descendant of some immortal race. My grasshopper was 4.5 inches ( we had to measure) and took forever to die! Ish.

My friend had a more romantized view of it though.
“ See, at least they’re dying together!”
Preservation of dead insects is actually fun. A bit sick……but fun. Especially you’re your lab partner keeps asking you to see if the specimen is really dead. And when you can send her off the stool at the slightest sound. Yep…...my lab partner though so too.

On another note, my sister is visually-impaired. Temporarily. Some guy stuck his elbow into her eye during basketball. Thankfully, the only injuries were a cut below the eye, some brusing and that she didn’t get to make that shot. She's going to get that guy next week. :p. Sisters.