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Wednesday, May 31, 2006
I just surfed the Nanyang website and went back to the P5 camp last year. It really brought back many many many good memories. I really wish I could go back to last year and live it again. 5K RAWKS MAN! Last year was the best year ever. Not saying that this year isn't good, it is just that last year was better. I bet many other people in Nanyang P6 GEP dis year will agree wif me. It was farney to see how weird others looked last year! =P... P5 GEP '05 classes were VERY balanced. Everybody loved their class... I don't understand why we have to be totally reshuffled! I agree that without 6L, I would have not have really met Amanda and others, but seriously, I sometimes feel kinda out of place... dunno y... Seeing the photos of us last year, I really really really wanted to go back, into the picture probably... sighh. If only I could reverse time. I WISH... this year IS fun i have to admit, but last year was MUCH better. This year we have the terrible stress of PSLE... Sighz. No story or wadeva 2day. byee.

4L was great, 6L too, but neither of them can compare to 5K... The poem below is for all my true friends out there.


Ode To My True Friend

The day I met you
I found a friend -
And a friendship that
I pray will never end.
Your smile - so sweet
And so bright -
Kept me going
When day was as dark as night.
You never ever judged me,
You understood my sorrow.
Then you told me it needn't be that way
And gave me the hope of a better tomorrow.
You were always there for me,
I knew I could count on you.
You gave me advice and encouragement
Whenever I didn't know what to do.
You helped me learn to love myself
You made life seem so good.
You said I can do anything I put my mind to
And suddenly I knew I could.
There were times when we didn't see eye to eye
And there were days when both of us cried.
But even so we made it through:
Our friendship hasn't yet died.
Circumstances have pulled us apart,
We are separated by many miles.
Truly, the only thing that keeps me going
Is my treasured memory of your smile.
This friendship we share
Is so precious to me,
I hope it grows and flourishes
And lasts unto infinity.
You are so extra-special to me
And so this to you I really must tell:
You are my one true friend,
My Guardian Angel.
Our friendship is one-in-a-million
So let's hold on to it and each other.
We cannot let this chance of pure bliss fly away
For there will never be another.
I love you.
I will always love you,
My true friend.

Monday, May 29, 2006
Well!! Wad do ya noe? Supplementary is MUCH more fun than normal school! Escpecially science ;) I REALLY got nothing to post today... =( OH yarh. I exceed my SMS limit by about 200? 190? around there. Read MY story today. First Chapter.

Parents never know what we are thinking about. Papa and Mama are much worse. I know they have to govern the kingdom, but that is no reason to leave me alone. Everyday after school, when I return to this castle, I am alone. I only have Emma. I am not saying that Emma is boring but, you know she has her job to do too. Day after day, I sit at this very table, doing my work, drawing, doing whatever I can to kill time.

Papa and Mama always order me around. Royale do this, Royale do that. I can’t stand it. I feel like a bird, confined in this cage, though luxurious it does not feel welcoming , I so long to get out of this cage and fly free of all this torment. Although I have a plan that would free me once and for all from all this, I would never be able to come back to this castle that has housed me for years. When the time is ripe, I will -


Princess Royale snapped her diary shut. There was a knock on her door.

“Come in!”

The door creaked open and Emma came in. Princess Royale breathed a sigh of relief.

“Your Highness, the king has called you for supper and requests that you go down at once.” Emma conveyed.

More frustrated than ever at her parents’ demands, the princess followed Emma down, her mind set. She would carry out her plan that night.

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I know it STINKS. Just that I wrote it and do not know what to do about it. I finished 4 chapters only. Actually, 3+ chapters... Those from NYPS P6 GEP, it is partially from my fantasy writing last year.

Know therefore that the LORD your God is God; he is the faithful God, keeping his covenant of love to a thousand generations of those who love him and keep his commands.
-Deuteronomy 7:9-

Saturday, May 27, 2006
We got a pile of homework!! It stinks. Sigh... I hate June, and September holidays. We'll definitely die during the September holidays... JUZ B4 PSLE LEHH!! well... shan't complain anymore... I am posting in the afternoon so nothing much to post. Oh a song's lyrics from Zi Jin's Blog:

"Ramp! (The Logical Song)"
When I was young
It seemed that life was so wonderful
A miracle
Oh it was beautiful
Magical
And all the birds in the trees
They could sing so happily
So joyfully
Oh playfully watching me
Good mourning!
Yeaaaaah!
One, two... one, two, three, four!
Pump it up!
Aaaah!
RMB no remmy no skippy no fate yeah
Wind me jam for the microphone and busy with the DJ
Jungless in the place
Jungless on the case
Scooter are you Ratty?
When I was young
It seemed that life was so wonderful
A miracle
Oh it was beautiful
Magical
And all the birds in the trees
They could sing so happily
So joyfully
Oh playfully watching me
Yeah!
When I was young
It seemed that life was so wonderful
A miracle
Oh it was beautiful
Magical
And all the birds in the trees
They could sing so happily
So joyfully
Oh playfully watching me
Come on!
Love, peace and unity
Siberia the place to be
The K The L The F and ideology
Hallelujah!
One, two... one, two, three, yeah!
Rough!Aaaah!
Here we go!
When I was young
It seemed that life was so wonderful
A miracle
Oh it was beautiful
Magical
And all the birds in the trees
They could sing so happily
So joyfully
Oh playfully watching me
Stand up!
Once again!
We're getting jiggy!
Siberiaaaaa!
Yeah!
Goodbye!
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Well... To listen to the music click HERE. Well, nothing else to post, BYE!

Thursday, May 25, 2006
Sometimes, simplicity is the best. I copied this from Jeanette's blogg! so cute.

me: okay. dinner! entong you pray.
tong^2: okay! *closes eyes and puts hands together"... thank You for the... eh jie jie why you never sing. at school the teacher sing also.
me: er. nvm your voice nicer, you sing.
tong: okay. thank You for the world so sweet dum dee dum. thank You for the meals we eat YUM YUM. thank You for the birds that sing-a-ling-a-ling. thank You for everything AMEN!

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I really got nothing 2 post leh... OH YARH! how could I have 4got the damn stupid immunisation...(for those who know how pain it is, sympathise with me XP) ! IT HURTS LIKE HELL! I had it at about 1pm yesterday and now (10pm) it still hurts... I had to take 2 injections continually. One on each side. OWWW. The nurse pushed the needle in, and before she even finished pushing the needle all the way in, she started injecting the medicine into my body! Injecting and pushing at the same time! *ouch* The needle was very long, about 2 inches. Thank God they do not push the whole needle in! >.< The injection on my left side is the one is slightly swollen. Nothing serious, just a little lumpy on the sides... *grimace* The right side is okay now. owww.... if i have the choice, I would rather take some disgusting medicine than some stupid injection. And for your information, from since I was born until now, I have taken 17 injections. It is considered alot for an eleven-going-on-twelve-year old!!! You know why the nurses enjoy their occupation so much? Piercing needles into our body is supposed to be for the good of us and as the chinese saying goes '助人为快乐之本'. haha. lame larh.

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The Gift

Bobby was getting cold sitting out in his back yard in the snow. Bobby didn't wear boots; he didn't like them and anyway he didn't own any. The thin sneakers he wore had a few holes in them and they did a poor job of keeping out the cold.

Bobby had been in his backyard for about an hour already. And, try as he might, he could not come up with an idea for his mother's Christmas gift. He shook his head as he thought, "This is useless, even if I do come up with an idea, I don't have any money to spend."

Ever since his father had passed away three years ago, the family of five had struggled. It wasn't because his mother didn't care, or try, there just never seemed to be enough. She worked nights at the hospital, but the small wage that she was earning could only be stretched so far.

What the family lacked in money and material things, they more than made up for in love and family unity. Bobby had two older and one younger sister, who ran the household in their mother's absence.

All three of his sisters had already made beautiful gifts for their mother. Somehow, it just wasn't fair. Here it was Christmas Eve already, and he had nothing.

Wiping a tear from his eye, Bobby kicked the snow and started to walk down to the street where the shops and stores were. It wasn't easy being six without a father, especially when he needed a man to talk to.

Bobby walked from shop to shop, looking into each decorated window. Everything seemed so beautiful and so out of reach. It was starting to get dark and Bobby reluctantly turned to walk home when suddenly his eyes caught the glimmer of the setting sun's rays reflecting off of something along the curb. He reached down and discovered a shiny dime.

Never before has anyone felt so wealthy as Bobby felt at that moment. As he held his new found treasure, a warmth spread throughout his entire body and he walked into the first store he saw. His excitement quickly turned cold when salesperson after salesperson told him that he could not buy anything with only a dime.

He saw a flower shop and went inside to wait in line. When the shop owner asked if he could help him, Bobby presented the dime and asked if he could buy one flower for his mother's Christmas gift. The shop owner looked at Bobby and his ten cent offering. Then he put his hand on Bobby's shoulder and said to him, "You just wait here and I'll see what I can do for you."

As Bobby waited, he looked at the beautiful flowers and even though he was a boy,he could see why mothers and girls liked flowers.

The sound of the door closing as the last customer left, jolted Bobby back to reality. All alone in the shop, Bobby began to feel alone and afraid.

Suddenly the shop owner came out and moved to the counter. There, before Bobby's eyes, lay twelve long stem, red roses, with leaves of green and tiny white flowers all tied together with a big silver bow. Bobby's heart sank as the owner picked them up and placed them gently into a long white box.

"That will be ten cents young man." the shop owner said reaching out his hand for the dime. Slowly, Bobby moved his hand to give the man his dime. Could this be true? No one else would give him a thing for his dime!

Sensing the boy's reluctance, the shop owner added, "I just happened to have some roses on sale for ten cents a dozen. Would you like them?"

This time Bobby did not hesitate, and when the man placed the long box into his hands, he knew it was true. Walking out the door that the owner was holding for Bobby, he heard the shop keeper say, "Merry Christmas, son."

As he returned inside, the shop keepers wife walked out. "Who were you talking to back there and where are the roses you were fixing?"

Staring out the window, and blinking the tears from his own eyes, he replied, "A strange thing happened to me this morning. While I was setting up things to open the shop, I thought I heard a voice telling me to set aside a dozen of my best roses for a special gift. I wasn't sure at the time whether I had lost my mind or what, but I set them aside anyway.

Then just a few minutes ago, a little boy came into the shop and wanted to buy a flower for his mother with one small dime.

When I looked at him, I saw myself, many years ago. I too was a poor boy with nothing to buy my mother a Christmas gift. A bearded man, whom I never knew, stopped me on the street and told me that he wanted to give me ten dollars. When I saw that little boy tonight, I knew who that voice was, and I put together a dozen of my very best roses."

The shop owner and his wife hugged each other tightly, and as they stepped out into the bitter cold air, they somehow didn't feel cold at all.

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God will always take care of those in need.

Monday, May 22, 2006
HARLOOO!! so sorry 4 not blogging 4 a very long time now... will try to blogg more often now! Reasons I did not blogg 4 a very long time:
1. DAMN PORTFOLIO- this stupid piece of work took up alot of my time
2.SMSing-haha. this one my fault... i have exceeded my SMS limit :P sent alot of SMSes 2 Jieru (120 in 3 days. pro rite? = 40 in 1 day = 1200 in 30 days XP die)
3. Lazy larh- sry larh! too lazy 2 write!
4. MSNing 2 much- I hav now been banned :( but i sneak in sometimes :p
5. Sleeping late- i hav been sleeping very late at nights :p (coz of smsing 2) and so no time 2 blogg

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haha... now u noe Y i nver blogg 4 so long? if you dont TOO BAD! haha... STORY TIME:

On a BA flight from Johannesburg, a middle-aged, well-off white South African Lady has found herself sitting next to a black man. She called the cabin crew attendant over to complain about her seating.

"What seems to be the problem Madam?" asked the attendant.

"Can't you see?" she said, " You've sat me next to a kafir. I can't possibly sit next to this disgusting human. Find me another seat!"

"Please calm down, Madam." the stewardess replied. "The flight is very full today, but I'll tell you what I'll do - I'll go and check to see if we have any seats available in club or first class."
The woman cocks a snooty look at the outraged black man beside her (not to mention many of the surrounding passengers).

A few minutes later the stewardess returns with the good news, which she delivers to the lady, who cannot help but look at the people around her with a smug and self-satisfied grin:
"Madam, unfortunately, as I suspected, economy is full. I've spoken to the cabin services director, and club is also full. However, we do have one seat in first class."

Before the lady has a chance to answer, the stewardess continues...

"It is most extraordinary to make this kind of upgrade, however, and I have had to get special permission from the captain. But, given the circumstances, the captain felt that it was outrageous that someone should be forced to sit next such an obnoxious person."

Having said that, the stewardess turned to the black man sitting next to the lady, and said:
"So if you'd like to get your things, sir, I have your seat ready for you..."

At which point, apparently the surrounding passengers stood and gave a standing ovation while the black man walked up to the front of the plane...

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haha. gtg now. BYE!

Peace I leave with you; My peace I now give and bequeath to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Do not let your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid. Stop allowing yourselves to be agitated and disturbed; and do not permit yourselves to be fearful and intimidated and cowardly and unsettled.
- John 14:27 -

Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Hey! sry guys....havent bein posting... welll, coz we got portfolio 2 do... hand up 2morro.... die larh... i left 1+ reflection sheet, leeter of intro and 1 main porty... sigh... hav 2 finish all 2morro. coz dateline is 18 may.. I am half alseep liaoz.... so shant post alot... i am juz typin wad comes to my mind. haha. heres proof.

This piece of work brings me into the sad, dark world of poverty; it helps me see the devastation poverty causes. It seems to me that poverty is something that can be curbed with full co-operation of the world. The problem is just that some people care for themselves more than the people who need it more they do. It is not wrong to refuse to donate money to charity or help people in need, after all, if you just give your money or help just for the sake of giving, the money is valueless. It is far worse if you give money or help out so that you will gain from it, be glorified from it. This is a selfish behaviour. It is taking someone else’s misfortune to your own benefit.

Seeing the extreme effects poverty can have on a person, I feel like as though I have been stabbed in the heart. Why must this entire group of people go through such pain and misfortune? What did they do to deserve it? These kinds of thoughts would race through my mind whenever I think of these people living in poverty.

Being a child from a slightly above average family, I have always lived in comfort, not knowing what pain was going through in the world. I never knew of people who died because of malnutrition. I never saw the effects poverty had on those people. At that time, to me, the world was just perfect: fair, just, beautiful. However, since I started reading the newspapers and staying informed about the current affairs, I realised that the world was far from what I knew. I saw pictures of half-starved children, some of them just literally skin and bones.

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haha. veri emotional rite... gotta unemotionalze it 2morro... it is copied frm my porty reflections... well... shant type anymore coz i am relly gonna hav 2 bang my head onto the laptop 2 wake myself up soon... hav been doin porty since 3+... sigh... good nite!

The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD: and he delighteth in his way. Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down: for the LORD upholdeth him with his hand.
- Psalm 37:23-24-

Sunday, May 14, 2006
At the rate i am SMSing Jieru... I think i am gonna exceed my SMS limit by alot... it is still 50 onli larh... coz onl recently den started SMSing alot. 2day alone SMS JR about 16 times?!?! die larh. Sorry horh. Yesterday nver post. :P not that i think anybody reads this anyway. Yesterday nver post coz was at Grandma's hse. So fun leh! but come bak 12+ liaoz so gtg sleep. Anyway... we(me and 2 other couz) were teaching another couz to play bride. MY GOSH! SHE'S THE MOST BLURR PERSON I EVER MET LEH! for those of you who noe how 2 play bridge, read on. Those who dunt. juz scan through very quikly coz u wont understand a word. Well anyway, she anyhow bid one. Her cards of that suit was not even gd den she go and bid. In the end, we found another deck of cards, took out 1 card of each suit and put bside her so she can refer. Aiyah... So naturally, all of us were hoping that she wasn't our partner. :P i noe larh... we veri huai dan rite? anyway... nothing else 2 post larh... waiting 4 JR to come online :P she said she would. Hope she keeps her promise. Anyway, gonna SMS her again :P. JUZ IN CASE SHE IS NOT DEN I WAIT THE WHOLE NIGHT ARH . BYE! sorry, no stories 2day... maybe 2morro...

He is the Rock, his works are perfect, and all his ways are just. A faithful God who does no wrong, upright and just is he.
- Deuteronomy 32:4 -

Friday, May 12, 2006
HELLO everybody. If you know this URL u shld noe the book Friedrich. Anyway, 2day my grp came 2 my house 2 do the friedrich roleplay. Well, not only did we play a lot of bridge :p(a card game) I went mad. meeting up, DISASTER LARH. If a bunch of lunatics rolling on ur bro's mats and/or two crazy idiots causing a massive earthquake in ur room doesnt drive you crazy, well, nothing can. Nothing much 2 blogg 2day... weell, STORYTIME... haha.


A rich man loved to ride his horse through his vast estate to congratulate himself on his wealth. One day on such a ride, he came upon Hans, an old tenant farmer, who had sat down to eat his lunch in the shade of a great oak tree. Hans' head was bowed as he prayed. When he looked up he said, "Oh, excuse me, sir. I didn't see you. I was giving thanks for my food."

"Humph!" snorted the landowner, noticing the coarse dark bread and cheese constituting the old man's lunch. "If that were all I had to eat, I don't think I would feel like giving thanks." "Oh," replied Hans, "it is quite sufficient. But it is remarkable that you should come by today, sir. I...I feel I should tell you, I had a strange dream just before awakening this morning." "And what did you dream?" the man asked with an amused smile. "It seemed there was beauty and peace all around, and yet I could hear a voice saying, 'the richest man in the valley will die tonight.'" "Dreams!" yelled the landowner. "Nonsense!" And he turned and galloped away.

"Lord, have mercy on his soul if he really is to die so soon," Hans prayed as he watched horse and rider disappear. The rich man could not somehow put the conversation from his mind and that evening he called his doctor. When the doctor arrived, he told him the whole story. "Sounds like a lot of nonsense to me," the doctor said, "but for your peace of mind, let's examine you." A little later, his examination complete, the doctor assured the man that he was strong and healthy. "There's no way you're going to die tonight." The man thanked his doctor and told him how foolish he felt for being upset by an old man's dream.

It was about 7 a.m. the following morning when a messenger arrived at the landowner's door. "It's about old Hans," the messenger said. "He died last night in his sleep."

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Who really was the richest man?

Jesus said, "What will it profit a man to gain the whole world, and yet lose his soul?"
-Mark 8:36-

Thursday, May 11, 2006
Heya! My marks suks. expecially sci. I got 24.5/40 4 my section B. That makes it 74. 5/100. Juz my luck Jieru got 76.5/100. >.< (heh. No offence Jieru). Nothign else 2 post larh... Hey, and i realised something. either there is smthing seriously wrong wif me or jieru. The teachers keep turning 2wards us although we nver talk (erm... sometimes) for example, C.L.S. and Ms Mok. aiyah. 2day nothing 2 blogg about. ANOTHER story below. Im getting addicted to these stories :P

A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas as the doctor walked into the small hospital room of Diana Blessing. Still groggy from surgery, her husband David held her hand as they braced themselves for the latest news.

That afternoon of March 10, 1991, complications had forced Diana, only 24-weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency cesarean to deliver the couple's new daughter, Danae Lu Blessing. At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound and nine ounces, they already knew she was perilously premature. Still, the doctor's soft words dropped like bombs.

"I don't think she's going to make it," he said, as kindly as he could "There's only a 10-percent chance she will live through the night, and even then, if by some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a very cruel one."

Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the devastating problems Danae would likely face if she survived. She would never walk. She would never talk. She would probably be blind. She would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions from cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation And on and on.

"No! No!" was all Diana could say. She and David, with their 5-year-old son Dustin, had long dreamed of the day they would have a daughter to become a family of four. Now, within a matter of hours, that dream was slipping away. Through the dark hours of morning as Danae held onto life by the thinnest thread, Diana slipped in and out of drugged sleep, growing more and more determined that their tiny daughter would live and live to be a healthy, happy young girl. But David, fully awake and listening to additional dire details of their daughter's chances of ever leaving the hospital alive, much less healthy, knew he must confront his wife with the inevitable.

"David walked in and said that we needed to talk about making funeral arrangements," Diana remembers "I felt so bad for him because he was doing everything, trying to include me in what was going on, but I just wouldn't listen I couldn't listen. I said, "No, that is not going to happen, no way! I don't care what the doctors say Danae is not going to die! One day she will be just fine, and she will be coming home with us!"

As if willed to live by Diana's determination, Danae clung to life hour after hour, with the help of every medical machine and marvel her miniature body could endure. But as those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana. Because Danae's underdeveloped nervous system was essentially "raw," every lightest kiss or caress only intensified her discomfort- so they couldn't even cradle their tiny baby girl against their chests to offer the strength of their love. All they could do, as Danae struggled alone beneath the ultra-violet light in the tangle of tubes and wires, was to pray that God would stay close to their precious little girl.

There was never a moment when Danae suddenly grew stronger. But as weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of weight here and an ounce of strength there.

At last, when Danae turned two months old, her parents were able to hold her in their arms for the very first time. And two months later-though doctors continued to gently but grimly warn that her chances of surviving, much less living any kind of normal life, were next to zero - Danae went home from the hospital, just as her mother had predicted.

Today, five years later, Danae is a petite but feisty young girl with glittering gray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life. She shows no signs, whatsoever, of any mental or physical impairments. Simply, she is everything a little girl can be and more-but that happy ending is far from the end of her story.

One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in Irving, Texas, Danae was sitting in her mother's lap in the bleachers of a local ball park where her brother Dustin's baseball team was practicing. As always, Danae was chattering non-stop with her mother and several other adults sitting nearby when she suddenly fell silent.

Hugging her arms across her chest, Danae asked, "Do you smell that?". Smelling the air and detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana replied, "Yes, it smells like rain." Danae closed her eyes and again asked, "Do you smell that?" Once again, her mother replied, "Yes, I think we're about to get wet it smells like rain." Still caught in the moment, Danae shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with her small hands and loudly announced,"No, it smells like Him. It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest."

Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Danae then happily hopped down to play with the other children before the rains came. Her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and all the members of the extended Blessing family had known, at least in their hearts, all along.

During those long days and nights of her first two months of her life when her nerves were too sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding Danae on His chest-and it is His loving scent that she remembers so well.

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eh... touching eh? shows that god helps those in need. btw. the quote 'God can only help those who hlp themselves' or smthing like that came frm Benjamin Franklin. and he wasent a christian.

We are hedged in on every side [troubled and oppressed in every way], but not cramped or crushed; we suffer embarrassments and are perplexed and unable to find a way out, but not driven to despair
-2 Corinthians 4:8-

Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Yahooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Exams are over! *jumps up* YESH!! This morning i was betting Willa dat we will get back some papers AND I AM RITE! haha. English paper was okay too... not easy but yup as Mrs Ortega said "hard but do-able..." haha. The marks we got back so far are as follows:
1. Chinese Oral- 41/50
2. Maths- 91.5/100 (whoohooo! I got my A*)
3. Science Section A- 50/60

sooo... dats abt all. After school, we spent abt 1/2h doing Friedrich and then loitered around with my frenz. haha. Knocked my jaw again. juz my luck :P. another touching story.

Years ago, there was a very wealthy man who, with his devoted young son, shared a passion for art collecting. Together they traveled around the world, adding only the finest art treasures to their collection. Priceless works by Picasso, Van Gogh, Monet and many others adorned the walls of the family estate. The widowed elder man looked on with satisfaction as his only child became an experienced art collector. The son's trained eye and sharp business mind caused his father to beam with pride as they dealt with art collectors around the world.

As winter approached, war engulfed the nation, and the young man left to serve his country. After only a few short weeks, his father received a telegram. His beloved son was missing in action. The art collector anxiously awaited more news, fearing he would never see his son again. Within days, his fears were confirmed. The young man had died while rushing a fellow soldier to a medic.

Distraught and lonely, the old man faced the upcoming Christmas holidays with anguish and sadness. The joy of the season-a season that he and his son had so looked forward to-would visit his house no longer.

On Christmas morning, a knock on the door awakened the depressed old man. As he walked to the door, the masterpieces of art on the walls only reminded him that his son was not coming home. As he opened the door, he was greeted by a soldier with a large package in his hand. He introduced himself to the man by saying, "I was a friend of your son. I was the one he was rescuing when he died. May I come in for a few moments? I have something to show you."
As the two began to talk, the soldier told of how the man's son had told everyone of his-not to mention his father's-love of fine art. "I'm an artist," said the soldier, "and I want to give you this." As the old man unwrapped the package, the paper gave way to reveal a portrait of the man's son.

Though the world would never consider it the work of a genius, the painting featured the young man's face in striking detail. Overcome with emotion, the man thanked the soldier, promising to hang the picture above the fireplace. A few hours later, after the soldier had departed, the old man set about his task.

True to his word, the painting went above the fireplace, pushing aside thousands of dollars of paintings. And then the man sat in his chair and spent Christmas gazing at the gift he had been given. During the days and weeks that followed, the man realized that even though his son was no longer with him, the boy's life would live on because of those he had touched. He would soon learn that his son had rescued dozens of wounded soldiers before a bullet stilled his caring heart. As the stories of his son's gallantry continued to reach him, fatherly pride and satisfaction began to ease the grief. The painting of his son soon became his most prized possession, far eclipsing any interest in the pieces for which museums around the world clamored. He told his neighbors it was the greatest gift he had ever received.

The following spring, the old man became ill and passed away. The art world was in anticipation. With the collector's passing, and his only son dead, those paintings would be sold at an auction. According to the will of the old man, all of the art works would be auctioned on Christmas day, the day he had received his greatest gift. The day soon arrived and art collectors from around the world gathered to bid on some of the world's most spectacular paintings. Dreams would be fulfilled this day; greatness would be achieved as many would claim "I have the greatest collection." The auction began with a painting that was not on any museum's list. It was the painting of the man's son. The auctioneer asked for an opening bid. The room was silent. "Who will open the bidding with $100?", he asked. Minutes passed. No one spoke.

From the back of the room came, "Who cares about that painting? It's just a picture of his son. Let's forget it and go on to the good stuff." More voices echoed in agreement. "No, we have to sell this one first," replied the auctioneer. "Now, who will take the son?" Finally, a friend of the old man spoke. "Will you take ten dollars for the painting? That's all I have. I knew the boy, so I'd like to have it." "I have ten dollars. Will anyone go higher?" called the auctioneer. After more silence, the auctioneer said, "Going once, going twice. Gone." The gavel fell. Cheers filled the room and someone exclaimed, "Now we can get on with it and we can bid on these treasures!" The auctioneer looked at the audience and announced the auction was over. Stunned disbelief quieted the room. Someone spoke up and asked, "What do you mean it's over? We didn't come here for a picture of some old guy's son. What about all of these paintings? There are millions of dollars of art here! I demand that you explain what's going on here!" The auctioneer replied, "It's very simple. According to the will of the father, whoever takes the son gets it all."


btw. I FOUND OUT THAT MRS ORTEGA TAUGHT JUN XIN B4 (shes my sister's fren, my fren also)!!! freaky rite? Jun Xin used to be in RGPS... so coincidental!

Tuesday, May 09, 2006
DEPRESSION is on of the worst words i know... and I am about to sink into that... At the start of the year, after the CTs... I got 58 for my chinese... it was terrible... The only things keeping me up are my family, frenz and my sci sec A marks. haha. i got 50/60. NOE THE REASON Y I'M SO SAD?!?!?! S.M.O.P.S. the root cause. I didn't get anything for S.M.O.P.S. and this morning, Laura, who got Bronze, was complaining that she did very badly. It feels like, lets say, you failed ur best subject!! Somemore, Maths IS my best subject... well... never mind... shan't drag you down with me... CL paper was okay. below is a very touching story I came across:

When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.

Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time.

My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing.

Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear."Information, please" I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear. "Information." "I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience. "Isn't your mother home?" came the question. "Nobody's home but me," I blubbered. "Are you bleeding?" the voice asked. "No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts." "Can you open the icebox?" she asked.I said I could. "Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice.

After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before would eat fruit and nuts. Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?" She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Paul always remember that there are other worlds to sing in." Somehow I felt better.

Another day I was on the telephone with "Information Please." "Information," I said to the now familiar voice, "How do I spell fix?" I asked. All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. "Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then.I appreciated now how patient understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information Please." Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well. "Information." I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?" There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now."I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?" I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your call meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls." I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister. "Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally."

Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered, "Information." I asked for Sally. "Are you a friend?" she said. "Yes, a very old friend," I answered. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this," she said. "Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago." Before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your name was, Paul?" "Yes." I answered. "Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you." The note said, "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean." I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

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Never underestimate the impression you may make on others.Whose life have you touched today? Think about that. Good Frens are hard to come by. treasure them.

And make the Almighty your gold and [the Lord] your precious silver treasure
-Job 22:25-

Monday, May 08, 2006
2day was okay larh... kinda good... Started off with a totally MURDEROUS chinese compo. I wrote some crap about a abandoned mother. haha. den after dat Mr Pang got damn pissed coz we made a racket when "the mainstream are having their exams". Who cares man. They def dunt. After dat, recess. after dat, came up with amanda... DEN SOME GOON OF AN IDIOT HAD TO TELL US THAT WE WERE SUPPOSED TO ASSENBLE IN THE HALL. so there we were rushing down with Jieru, Yirong, JingTing and the rest. but when we got to the hall, NONE OF THE GEPers WERE THERE!!! no choice larh, got exam, so run up. by the time we did, exam gonna start liao. DAO MEH larh... anyway, the exam was okay larh. Mrs Ortega came in, did some worksheets... We had a relief teacher for the last hour. We pissed her off like siao larh. especially rachel wang... haha. damn nice. We were irritating her about asking her age.(btw, shes frm GEP [wad an insult] was in Henry Park's first batch of GEP. Anyone who noes (im too lazy) plz tell me! nothing else larh. either than i had chinese tuition at 6.30pm and 2morro i got normal chinese paper... Bye!

The LORD is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger and rich in love. The LORD is good to all; he has compassion on all he has made.
-Psalm 145:8-9-

Sunday, May 07, 2006
HAIYAH.... I dun feel like going 2 school 2morro. Guess why! I GOT 2 HCL PAPERS!!! HIGHER CHINESE LEH! NOT NORMAL CHINESE!!! scared of chinese papers, hmmm... petrified is a better word... I suck at themm... (read my first post) Anyway, Congratulations to Low Thia Khiang and Chiam See Tong for clinching a seat each in parliment! Now... lets see what I did 2day, in the morning, I went to church! Me, my sis and Jeanette were trying 2 do the actions for one of the songs, the result was kinda funni and the seat i was seating in was caved in already. haha. Then, Janet came. GS didnt come, his loss, my parent's frens came and we had a 'food party'. haha. Janet was really pissed about my other grp members, 4 not doing anything. Actually it is NEXT TO NOTHING. haha. So, she wanted to write a letter 2 orty, complaining, and she wanted me to sign!! I mean how can I? (btw. Kon Kit, Guo Sheng and Jieru are my other grp members) I dun really care about Kon Kit and Guo Sheng but JIERU(aka Jiejie)?!?!? She like one of my best frens! so we debated until i managed to persuade her to leave it until 2morro. The plan was to break the news 2 them and give them some time to salvage the situation. But she still insisted on me signing the letter. So i asked Zhi Wen 4 advice (i learnt never 2 again) haha. ALL SHE SAID WAS 'folo your heart'. Great Advice. MY HEART IS TELLIN ME NOT TO SIGN AND MY MIND IS TELLING ME TO! haiya... anyway, luckily Jieru understood. I juz toked 2 her. SEE SHES SO NICE! haha. gtg sleep. my mum is hollering at me to slp :p. The verse below is very true!

So do not worry or be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will have worries and anxieties of its own. Sufficient for each day is its own trouble.
-Matthew 6:34-

haha. 2day is elections day. I wish the opposition luck:P. Im pro-opposition. the only GRC i want them 2 win is the Tampines one. u noe y? coz one of the MPs, (i dunno the about rest), is SOOO nice. I had the priviledge of knowing him! haha. BTW: i realised i am "cursed" with the fall down curse. Yesterday, My water bottle kept being knocked down(it leaks) :(, 2day i NEARLY knocked down my bottle and it wasn't capped, HENG-NOT. no such luck. I fell on the floor in this hawker centre and spilled a plate of curry rice and some food on me :(. hai. all bcoz of a stupid puddle of water. The hawker we bought the food from was SOOO nice. He replaced the food without any charge! *smiles a grateful smile* haha. watching the elections result now. CHIAM WON! HE GOT around 55+%! hey guys, the results juz came out for the Ang Mo Kio GRC, THE OPPOSITION GOT 33+% OF THE VOTES! UNBELIEVABLE! HELLO!!(those who dunno, the PM Lee Hsien Long is in that GRC). haha. AHHH? wads wrong? WP GOT 43+% OF THE VOTES IN ALJUNIED! UNBELIEVABLE TOO! given that James Gomez is there. Sylvia Lim, Chaim See Tong and Low Thia Khiang are GOOD. take my word for it. sembawang results juz came in too! Chee lost! she got 23+% of the votes! haha. the election was really interesting... gtg sleep now, 1+am already BYE!

Be strong and let us fight bravely for our people and the cities of our God. The LORD will do what is good in his sight.
- 1 Chronicles 19:13-

Friday, May 05, 2006
Hi!!!! 2day maths pper was okay, a lot of ppl nver finish the pper. I DID! haha. it was damn tedious but yarh... btw, hav u all heard the mr brown non-plitical broadcast? It's smthing like the James Gomez affair but it is between a bah chor mee man and JEFF LOPEZ... Jeff Lopez said he dun wan liver when he didn't den the bar chor mee man wanted him to explain. funni larh. If you want to hear the clip email me at anwx@hotmail.com and put "Mr Brown Show" as a title. ;) i'm starting 2 hav nothin 2 post...:( TAGG MORE!

'You are worried and upset about many things, but only one thing is needed. Choose what is better and it will not be taken from you.'
-Luke 10: 41-42-

Thursday, May 04, 2006
2morrow is my maths mid-year... SO SCARED!!! honestly... I scared i wont do well! I HAVE to do well! its my best subject... so MUST DO WELLL... dunno wad or how shld i study... nver did b4 :p Oh yarh... 2day CL papers were okay... surprising! hope i can do well. anyway... 4 papers down and six more to go! I got nothing else to post... hai! hey! juz found a funny story!

A Case for More Beer
A herd of buffalo can move only as fast as the slowest buffalo, and when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular culling of the weakest members.
In much the same way the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, we all know, kills off brain cells, but naturally it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first.
In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, constantly making the brain a faster and more efficient machine.

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haha. nothing else 2 post... bye!

'Come to me all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light. '
-Matthew 11: 28-30-

Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Hi all, 2day got English compo and Science paper. EXAMS SUX! trust me. We hav 2 take 10 papers, i counted. Anyway, 2morrow is Normal Chinese Compo and Listening... I'm seriously bored, nothing to post at all, not that many people bother to even read... Hai... guess wad I wrote 4 compo... THE USUAL! a Robbery, Thievery wadeva. Couldn't think of anything else. And guess wad? For the Compo mock test my EL teacher returned to use yesterday, she put "A good attempt at developing a 'discrimiation-against-the-blacks' story" Hello? The plot was solely based on an excerpt of a book: Roll of Thunder hear my cry! :p But, I put MY CREATIVITY IN! haha.. joking... at least i can crack jokes, even thought they are lame, I have a feeling i've gone siao from Exam Stress. Anyway, here are the lyrics for the Song on my blog:

little faith, brightens a rainy day
life is difficult u can go away
don't hide yourselves in a corner
you have my place to stay
sorrow is gonna say goodbye
opens up u see the happy sunshine
keep going on with your dream chasing tomorrow sunrise
the spirit can never die
sun will shine my friend won't let you cry my dear
seeing you, share the tear make my woe disappear
you never be alone in darkness
see my smile my friend we are with you holding hands
you have got to believe you are my destiny
we are meant to be your friends that's what a friend should be.
'I will show you who he is like who comes to me and hears my words and puts them in to practice. He is like a man building a house who dug down deep and laid the foundation on rock. When a flood came the torrents struck that house but could not shake it because it was well built.'
-Luke 6:48-

Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Today was so FUNKEH… bcoz my science tuition teacher kiasu, so we 2morrow got exam 2day revise… More than half the class was from P6 NANYANG GEP! And a lot of them are my friends… so it is like, us sitting at the back of the class, havin fun! Oh and here is a Quiz I took 2day. Some of u shld noe it. After this I go study :p

(1) Put the following 5 animals in the order of your preference: Cow, Tiger, Sheep, Horse, Pig
Me: Tiger, Horse, Cow, Sheep Pig
Results: This will define your priorities in your life. Pride (Yep), Family (yep again), Career (I thought this shld come first….hmmm….) Love (True, I dun flirt….:p), Money ( This intrigues me the most… I’m supposed 2 be very money-faced…)

(2) Write one word that describes each one of the following: Dog, Cat, Rat, Sea.
Me: Loyal, Cute, Irritating, Beautiful
Results: Your description of dog implies your own personality. (ermm…..)
Your description of cat implies the personality of your partner. (no comment.I dunno abt this)
Your description of rat implies the personality of your enemies. (hmmm… maybe Zhi You…)
Your description of the sea implies your own life. (HELLO!!!)

(3) Think of someone, who also knows you and is important to you, which you can relate them to the following colors. Do not repeat your answer twice. Name just one person for each color: Yellow, Orange, Red, White, Green.
Me*: Yellow- Jieru, Orange- Yirong, Red- My Sister [Hey guys and gurls frm NYPS see the SINGULAR noun] White - JingTing, Green-Amanda
Results: Yellow: Someone you will never forget ( haha… Jieru read THIS), Orange: Someone you consider your true friend (hey, this is getting more true, its kinda addictive too!)
Red: Someone that you really love (shrugs)
White: Your twin soul (Cool!)
Green: Someone that you will remember for the rest of your life (Bleh! Joking joking… Does that mean FOREVER as in memorable person…? It’s the remembrance supposed to come with good or bad memories…hmmm…)
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haha... i've come to a conclusion Dalai Lama was really bored.. haha.. juz kiddin... GTG study, hav not been studying :p. Die larh... 2morrow 2 papers, and i counted, we are sitting for 10 papers! AHHH!

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.
-John 14:27

Monday, May 01, 2006
CLASS TIME


The class was very noisy just now because there wasn't any teacher, but now everyone suddenly turned quiet. That is because the fiercest teacher in the school had entered the class. Her face is as fierce as a lion which will bite anyone's head off if offended... And if you wanna know more.... follow the lesson.

Students: Good morning, teacher.

Teacher : (shouting) Why is it only good morning? What about afternoon and night?

Students: Good morning, afternoon and night teacher!

Teacher : That is unacceptable! It is too long. Just wish me best regards for my whole day! That is much better as it is easier and full of meaning. And that greeting can also be used for all times.

Students: Best regards teacher!

Teacher : That's better, sit down! Listen today I,m going to test you all on words that have the opposite meaning. When I say a sentence or word, all of you must answer quickly the opposite meaning to the words, understand?

Students: Understood teacher!

Teacher : I do not want any disturbance!

Students: (silence)

Teacher : Clever!

Students: Stupid!

Teacher : High!

Students: Low!

Teacher : Popular!

Students: Calafare!

Teacher : Wrong!

Students: Correct!

Teacher : Stupid!

Students: Clever!

Teacher : No!

Students: Yes!

Teacher : Oh God!

Students: Oh Slave!

Teacher : Listen to this!

Students: Listen to that!

Teacher : Quiet!

Students: Noisy!

Teacher : That's not a question, stupid!

Students: This is an answer, clever!

Teacher : I'm dead!

Students: We're alive!

Teacher : I'm lazy to teach!

Students: We are hardworking to learn!

Teacher : Enough! Enough!

Students: More! More!

Teacher : Stop! Stop!

Students: Start! Start!

Teacher : Why are you people so stupid?!

Students: Because I am someone clever!

Teacher : Lack manners!

Students: Taught enough!

Teacher : O.K. Lesson has ended!

Students: K.O. Lesson has not started!

Teacher : Enough, stupid!

Students: Not yet, clever!

Teacher : Stand up!

Students: Sit down!

Teacher : I said CALAFARE was wrong!

Students: We said POPULAR was correct!

Teacher : You people are dumb!

Students: We are gifted!

Teacher : All of you must stay back this afternoon!

Students: Released tonight!

Teacher : (Keep quiet, gather her books and went out)

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Haha. See how smart we students are? Juz kiddin. Juz dat we know how to use the teachers words against themselves. I am seriously bored. Ill probably release this blog today or tomorrow... depends :) The verse below is for people worried about PSLE. God promised us gifts like this and many more. Christians all over the world are greatly blessed as Christ Jesus has solutions to our every problem. Those who believe in Christ may find great comfort in the verse below.

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
-Phillipians 4:6-7