Thursday, December 25, 2008

Great outing~!!^^

23/12/08 afternoon till nite..

well i went out with ahem...guess who...??!!!hahahahaha...tsk tsk..i noe i am bit wu liao..heehee...k la..i went out with first our plan was that both of us go to the curve ourselves n meet up at 2...n guess wat??~~~!!!!tsk tsk...he reached my house at 1.20,just before the time i leave my house...haha...was suprised that he came n picked me up...*sweet*....n sisters met him... :)  my eldest sis even said that he left something in my house..--his perfume smell..which is my favourite!!!haha...neway we went to the curve then bought movie ticket lo..ohoh...on the way there..he gave me my christmas present~~then i told him i didnt buy anything for him le..but actually,i kept his present inside my small bag which now i think its not small cos the bad could keep his present which is quite big..haha...then when he parked his car,i gave him his present..:)

our movie was at 3.25,n we had like more then 1 hour to walk brought him around the curve,then went ikano then went ikea to buy currypuff...heehee...wat to do..we got nothing to do walk around..then manatau curve is like super small...nothing to shop..then ma have to walk to so many places ah...tsk tsk tsk..neway...at3,we went back to cineleisure to eat dessert...haha...we had to finish up the ice cream fast cos movie was about to start..

watched ip man..its nice la ppl....go n watch!!!~~heehee...after ip man...we went 1utama lo..went n buy my sister's christmas presents..walk around...then we went chillies to eat our dinner naa...i ordered burger..he ordered something which is yummy naa...heehee..neway my burger super big lo..kenot fit in my mouth...yea yea i noe..u guys(ryl n kh) wan2 say that i got small mouth..tsk tsk tsk...anyway...i cut my burger into half...heehee...but it's still big..i tried putting them in my mouth...stretched to the max..still kenot bite the whole thing together..must bite small small it's like i eat the bread..then eat then not syok!!!!heehee..then then...lalalalala...he offered to cut for sweet got ppl spoon feed me my dinner....hahahahahaha....*melt*...yee..

after dinner...we went back lo..but then not straight home..heehee...we went n eat "gei tak sek" the tong shui..which is nicer then "tong chi dao" so much....hahahahaha...."P after eating he send me home naa..ohoh..i opened my present on the way home..haha...he bought me a sweater~~!!^^ noe y?cos got 1 day,i was in vista,i told him i was cold...then he asked me to wear my jacket naa...but then i didnt have it with me...n btw,my white jacket that i wore to doesnt help much!!! he bought that jacket loh...haha...then he gave me a key chain too...cute~~~ohoh...n the sweets that he a packet of tissue...hehe....

i gave him something ..which i think he'll like ba...hehe....

had a GREAT day naa...hee...happy!!~~~^^muakss muakss...heehee..

not yok ma rite?i minimize alot lo...if not all bising bising say i geli!!!ish!!!

p/s gen yuan:i where got always praise my bf?tsk tsk tsk..

p/s:i dunno wat to type him as le...haha...i dun call him dear anymore naa...heehee..

Saturday, December 13, 2008

dear~~! 1 week le...^^

ahem..~~!! all started during sem2 ..cos of volleyball~~we had training together..both the gals n boys teams..

we had lots of trainning when the competitons were near ..we met like almost everyday ...hehe...tsk tsk tsk....soon we all started to msn like alot...dear dear superly funny de...the way dear talk ah...heehee...cute~~!tsk to talk to dear online de tat's like some kind of entertainment...hahahahaha~~~then soon the "dear" thingy u ryl n es started this thingy...oh the long lost dear--waihou...hahahahaha.... during sem2,seriously we see each other like almost everyday.. :)

erm but as usual..definately not everything that happened were happy things ba...heehee...but but..time healed everything ah...^^ we somehow got close once again a..minus the wall in between us...^^hehe..

anyway...this is the first picture we took together chancellor hall..after bioscience.. :)

then this was taken after we lost the tong chi dao...btw..that was my first time there....hehe....number 21 and number 9 le..(ryl's n waihou's number too) was actually cos of these 2 numbers that we sort of knew each other...heehee...lucky numbers i guess..

then recently~we took this during wendy's bangsar's telawi's bistro....:)

anyway...this is the story of why my post title is like that~~~hehehee...emem..last fri..we went lowyatt...dear dear bought his soul b aka baby(sob..)..then we went starbucks naa..he was playing with his baby...then then...suddenly i got a message ah..didnt expect the guy infront of me to message me..heehee..dear dear wat wat wat ah....heehee..ahem ~takkan wan me to type here pula..tsk tsk..*paiseh* de ma...ish....hehe..

then at around 12plus..dear dear said he wanted to slp i added something in my goodnite message...hehe... since then my/his status telah berubah..hehe... :)

hmmm...dear dear in tong chi dao rite...seriously...the guessing part,i really didnt expect that it was suppose to be "it"...hehe....*suprise suprise* ^^ although it's just a souvenier ah..but but still..i was quite gan dong/xia dao bit bit naa...heehee.. i reall didnt expect that dear went k4 to take that le...really didnt think of anything lo...was not suspicious at all...haha... :) in short---love the "guessing wat is in between our hands thingy"~~!!*sweet sweet*muakss muakss dear!!!!!!

hehe...people...introducing my NAN PENG YOU...~~~Mr koay choon wee~~!! :)

heehee...dear dear...*squeeze*..hehe..hug tight tight naa..muaaahhhhh~~~!!! happy 1 week naa dear...~!!^^hmmm...dear dear ...hope that we'll have more weeks/months/years to celebrate naa...heehee...muaksss.....!!!<3<3

p/s:dear dear..nah..yest i was sweet-ing with my blog le..where got other guys wor...heehee...tsk tsk tsk..

Sunday, December 7, 2008

wee~Christmas is just around the corner~!

Christmas!!!~~~~~can u feel the embience?? christmas trees can be seen everywhere..chirstmas carols can be heard in almost every shopping's just so christmas!!!hahaha..

 awwww ...~~love Christmas so much..~~we'll be exchanging presents, eating dinner together..spending time's just so Fun!!!!!heehee..

this year...i will be celebrating christmas in year...i will be celebrating in uk!!!!wee~~!!cant wait to have a white christmas...[in the same time,dun wish to leave malaysia too soon..sobsob..:( ] mmmm...heehee... :)

QUOTE from santa's elf..:believing is seeing..seeing is not believing...haha..

Saturday, December 6, 2008

a teenager 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? 

Friday, December 5, 2008

just ended my 1 week of vista-staying days!!

phew..i just got back from vista..had a GREAT week tho...neway my mum asked me to bring clothes back to wash but then i dunno y i kenot tahan le...i washed some of my clothes there..n oso my pillow cases cos they had weird smells...haha...neway...feels GREAT to be home..!!~~