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30 April 2009
Jesus.
{11:13 PM} Oh, the power of Jesus' name. And yet He revealed himself to me again, How could I have ever doubted Him? I just felt the urgent need to share something. I was just doing my QT tonight and thinking of all the catastrophes happening in the world today. Wars, terrorists, conflicts, epidemics, nuclear threats. What more could happen. These really are the end times. The truth is, I am scared. I'm terrified of what's to come. And then as I was about to open up the daily QT book, I just silently asked for God to speak to me, just anything to reassure me He is still around. It was just a desperate cry, a plea for help, for reassurance. And He spoke. It was a direct hit to the heart. Daily Bread April 30 2009 Thursday Bible verse: Matthew 28:20 I am with you always, even to the end of the age. It couldn't get more precise than that. Thinking back, I've been so foolish, so insensible, childish. All I ever cared about were materialistic items. I'd never paused to consider what I should really be caring about. How can there not be a Jesus? 1) Who created the heavens, the universe, the earth? How is it that the earth hangs in mid-space, that flowers bloom by themselves, that the sun rises every morning? 2) My abilities never came from myself. It was Jesus who gifted me with them. 3)Why does the Word speak directly to me when I need it? And it's been countless times. 4) Who created all my miracles all these years? My 262 never came from me either. 5) Why do I break down during an encounter with God? 6) Surely, no one could have written the Bible by himself. 7) Why is it that I feel Jesus, inexplicably, beside me? Oh God, you never fail me. You never do. It's time to return to the heart of worship. It's all about you, Jesus. __________________________________________ {2:35 PM} jiahui needs to do the sound of music inside the toilet D: Sound of Music comprises of : - prrrouuuuut - shhhhhhhhhhhhhh - praaak praaaak praaaaak - nggggghhh ngggghhhhhhhh Jiahui's idea of revenge: "I WILL POST AN UNGLAM OF EUUX" Jiahui: "Just you watch" Jiahui : "nggeh" Jiahui: "Stop being so obsessed over me you see you're spamming my name" Jiahui "Smiles and looks up" Jiahui: (Confused face) "are you recording my actions? OKAYYY heheh you are. Stop it" Jiahui: (Smiles with lower lip sticking out) Okay okay, this post was just to annoy jiahuiiii wheeeee(: And DEBORAH. IS. SO. UNGLAM. __________________________________________ 25 April 2009
{8:50 PM}  Imagine, we used to do this during m-math, haha, biggest joke of the year And now my current brain status during ma1101/ma1102 is < I couldn't resist posting a short one, before delving into my never-ending-pile-of-homework. And it's homework, mind you, HOMEWORK, i don't even get to study. This is irritating me. While some people like shijie go (direct quote) "haha i m bored till cannot bored alrdy", and my parents complain that I don't plan my time well, hahaha-hee-haw, I don't even have any time to plan ah, har. Grrrr, Logarithms are a murder. Seriously, log here log there for what. All i know is that, "Log floats on water" (by ingenious sriram) Hilarious. Yesterday's HCL class was the best in seven thousand years. The teacher made us make up a story from a given sentence, using nouns, adjectives, and verbs all that. And then weikai's group was the one producing all the sentences about toilets, So we had to pitifully follow Things like, "zhou jie lun de xiao bian hao tian, jiu xiang wo ma zhu de ju hua cha" Aaaaaaaaaah hilarious. (If you can make that out, given my half-constructed han yu pin yin) How i pine for the sweet days of my primary school. Gah, and I thought secondary school was bad enough. Whoops, so much for short post. i can't wait for athena to come! __________________________________________ 20 April 2009
{8:28 PM} Okay set I hate 6 year old kids that bawl and scream and make unneccessary high-pitched noises. I really hate them. (Esp if they don't look cute) Like if I see one now I could just whack it in the face. 1) They have the complete verbal ability to express themselves linguistically, without any need whatsoever to make those...... squirrel noises. So why aren't they !! Stupid kids. They can't live a minute without an undying urge to put their vocal chords to high-pitched vibration mode, where it really irks the hell outta me. And they seem to have this self-automated motor in those two stumpy limbs of theirs that can't stop them from jumping/running/spinning/vibrating/all of the above. And the worst thing, they do it EVERYWHERE, then when you don't know that that short thing is behind you and then you step on their delicate diamond-encrusted toes they go bawling their lungs out. "mameeeeeeeeee" Okay I don't know why I'm choosing to take the steam out on the innocent young future generation of Singapore. But ugh. I hate noisy kids and those that jump around and squeal when you least expect it in supermarkets. Poor mothers i wonder how they stand it when you're trying to get that fat duck from the chiller or something and your kid is opposite you with half his body into a refrigerator trying to poke at something, ooh nasty 2) THOSE KIDS HAVE NOTHING TO SQUEAL AND BAWL ABOUT Do they learn crazy over-accelerated subject topics? No. Do they go to school at 7am in the morning and return only 12 hours later? No. Nope, they go to kindergarten (where all they do is play with sand and sing) for 3 hours, come home, watch barney, eat, drink, shit, watch more tv, play, and then go to sleep. So they should have nothing to cry about. shuttttttup! Yeahhhh yeahh you don't get that toy cos your sister snatched it from you yeah yeah. So what happens when we're dead tired from school and we still have to study truckloads, hoho we should be crying a river and slitting our wrists eh. Okay I guess you can just call that immature. Quote weikai : "kids!" Yeah kids. So good and yet, so irritating __________________________________________ 17 April 2009
{10:05 PM} Okay, screwwwwwwwwwwed Being sick for 2 days at njcip is not a good thing, because coming back to school'll be like facing a nest of mating squirrels. Not to mention the pot-loads of lessons i've been missing, and after that brutal fatality my head received in the wee hours of the morning in the toilet today, my brain cells will be rejuvenated, kicking and more-powerful-than-ever. (Oh yes, who am I kidding). My pentium 3 processor has probably been reduced to a mere withering pentium 1. And then I can happily return to Chemistry only to go "huh huh huh" throughout the entire lesson, which is actually what i'm doing now, only the number of times the word emerges from my mouth will be multiplied i-dunno-how-many-times. Okay, I'm starting to feel the nj heat. It's very funny when you get a fever, cos your brain will get very confused and trust me, it's not a very good experience. Things like an impulsion to make sure a corner of blanket touches your pillow before you leave the bed and pictures of uncompleted 3d cube block puzzles forming in your mind are just....plain weird. and then there comes the muscle aches, ooh, you feel like a 80 year old with arthritis + the chills and the headaches+everything tasting bland = i'm never getting ill again, zomg. Okay apparently i'm supposed to sleep now, pray i won't die out of work/craziness/both __________________________________________ 14 April 2009
plodding
{8:44 PM} Today was worst day of 2009 number #3 1)I hate biology. We dissected pigs eyeballs for biology. I got an eyeball that still had the eyelid attached, together with eyelashes. (thanks jiahui) It was really really scary at first, Because I tried cutting off the eyelid with the eyelashes, And then suddenly the eyeball bulged out and it was staring straight at me. So i tried trimming the eyelashes, but to no avail. Really really, bad experience. I kept whining That was bimbotic moment #3 in my life (apart from the heart and the sec 2 camp) And then once I got all the fats out, I had to cut open the eyeball and all the black liquid came out. It stunk really bad. All in all, a horrible horrible time. After that I kept looking at people's eyes and remembering the pig's eye. ): 2) I hate chemistry. I don't understand properly, plus i guess people around me get kinda frustrated when I keep asking, cos like there's no one else to ask. My mind wasn't really working today, and I kept screwing things over. TDID intermolecular forces of attraction + VSEPR theory = wtheck 3)I hate long lectures We had to go for some 19th century music lecture at TJ, not that the lecture was boring or what, but it was so longgggggggggggg and people kept asking questionsssssssssss plus i was so sleeeepyyyyyyy. My experience in NJ has totally transformed me into a discreet and effective lesson sleeper. One moment - sitting upright Another moment - in the same position dozing Next moment - jerks awake "eh what's going on ah" (irritates friends again) I'm so tired, now it's not a matter staying attentive in lessons. but a matter of staying awake in lessons. and i still have to go revise I like my harp more, thank you very much. And I don't like spammers. __________________________________________ 11 April 2009
{10:07 PM} Okay just 4 things. 1) I feel like blogging about class outing now, but yet not rather, so I'll blog the highlights. Getting dunked D: Ooh, it was nasty alright. I thought of collaborating with Tri to get shijie into the water, so I went up to tri and whispered "get shijie" to him. Then i realised they were both looking at me with that ooh-we're-gonna-getcha face. aaand then they both looked at each other...... Oh the horror. Before I knew it i was being grabbed, arm and leg by a basket-baller and a canoeist. Then the others joined in: Jiahui and i-dunno-who-else grabbed my other remaining limbs. I shrieked like a pathetic flapping grouper, omg. Followed by a effect-less attempt to kick my way out only to realise in my despair that my legs were held stiff, try as i might i couldn't utter a intelligible word so I just continued with the futile croaking. It somehow came to my knowledge that the water was getting nearer as they charged, then stupid esther had the fish brains to keep screaming. So guess what! in the end all the water went into her mouth. The water was.... salty. Eurgh salt never tasted that bad. Stupid tri and shijie, Stop abusing the power of your cough muscles cough. Shijie = Mermaid This part was funny. It was so funny I still laugh whenever I think of it. Okay, because shijie was late by 15 minutes, so he hadda do a penalty, Which comprised of being dunked (he dunked himself anyway) aaaand being buried in the sand. So we all dug like dogs (for shijie's grave) Then he said our digging sucked, so he started digging his own (grave) And then laid in it himself, Hilarious. Then everyone just poured sand onto him. ONCE HE WAS COVERED, omg. Tri, or someone else, started making boobs for him, It was bend-over-double-head-over-heels-stomach-wrenching-zomgomgomg-hilarious I'll upload photos once Tessa The Pig shares them with me. Uhhh, the next part you don't wanna hear, it'd spoil your (unblemished) impression of our dear tri. Took lots of photos, very very fun. Oh did I mention we dug (or rather shijie dug) a gigantic hole in the beach, So much so we found water, and the hole was in a shape of a toilet bowl. And the vietnamese scholar had to go treat it like a foot spa. I was telling jiahui it might be where the singapore sewage pipes lead to, then suddenly you'd see something black floating around tri's legs. Priceless. Okay, that's about the highlights for class outing, there's more though, you can ask me. I have finally discovered the luxury of laziness. 2) I rearranged my room furniture! My room, has never looked this glorious. It's almost as if you can conduct a dance party in the middle of the room now, drop-dead-gargantuan-spacious. I still get a shock when I walk inside. Ultimate fabulous. i'm going to mount nice mirrors on the un-used wall now. :D :D The wonders of furniture arrangement. Wheeeeeee 3) Finally, I ______________________ I'm not supposed to tell this to anyone, i guess. But I can't resist putting a line there 8) omgggg, today marks a great beginning. __________________________________________ {2:01 PM}  Class outing was the blast (: Refer to Jiahui's blog for details, I'm too lazy to blog about it anymore :D JIAHUI __________________________________________ 08 April 2009
{9:51 PM} Okay, ultimate confessions. I am a computer addict. Omg, I even have a daily computer routine: #1) Log on to MSN #2) Check my Windows Live Today for emails #3) Open hotmail and read my emails. #4) Delete unnecessary emails. #5) Log on to facebook. #6) Check profile updates #7) Comment/like stuff on facebook #8) Start playing Geo challenge #9) Check own blog #10) Check friends' blog #11) If in the mood, go on to post a new blog post. #12) Think of any assignments that require computer. #13) If none, start chatting to friends on MSN #14) Stay for a while till there's nothing left to do #15) Switch off computer. I can spend 1 and a half hours on the whole thing, Fantastic! Okay, I need to go on some sort of computer-facebook-fast; before some psycho-neurological-technological-disorder overwhelms me. ________________________________________ GPA results today; Stupid chinese. Pulled my gpa down by total of 0.5 points. So much so my dad now labels me as the "U-grade-girl". Ooooh, nasty. I don't care, music is sovereign over all <8d Okay, practice harp, practice piano. I needa prove that I deserve that pedal harp. Hrrrmppph __________________________________________ 05 April 2009
{11:38 PM} we always envy others. I want to be like her/him/it. Do we ever stop to realise, that someone might envy us right now? __________________________________________ {490*
{10:57 PM} And still, memories still ravage me yet once more. It's funny how I can't figure you out; Like frayed, knotted raffia. Resemblant of mangled thoughts in my head when I'm about to succumb to unconciousness. Everything seems so distant without you. Time whizzes by in a blur, So fast, I don't even see it moving. All i know, And all I ever will know, Is that you mean the world to me. How is it that I feel your pain, As if a paper cut had traversed across my finger. Letters that tumble wordlessly out of an ecru-coloured envelope, Once sealed with scotch-tape, re-taped countlessly, Brown fibre flaking off its exterior. Mere vocabulary on rough paper, might they be? They smart, sting, an acerbic reminiscence of pre-existent semi-reality. Regret always leaves a bitter aftertaste in your mouth, or so they say. Little use to pshaw now. proven hypothesis states that appreciation came oh-much-too-late. 490 days of blogger has left me stranded where i am now. __________________________________________ 02 April 2009
{9:35 PM} Worthy Is The Lamb
This's my favourite song ever. Simply because it encompasses so much meaning. It reminds me of what Jesus did for me on the cross, and what He is continuously doing for me now. The overwhelming surge of emotion and passion for Jesus, it only comes through the heart of worship. Everytime i hear this song, It just leads me to marvel, in undeniable awe of our Lord God. And most of the time, It just leads me to be touched so deeply that I shed tears, when I think of how much Jesus loves me. Only God can manage such a feat in my life. I'm nothing without him. Turn me inside out, Calm my raging seas, Love me, even when no one else does. Truly, worthy is the Lamb. __________________________________________ |