Wednesday, May 31, 2006
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somone pissed me off today. But i din show it. *attaining a higher lvl* =]
Are You Ga(me)?, 3:18 PM.
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
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- At the Foot of the Cross -
Fearing the battle was over
And I'd already lost the war,
I was tired of trying and failing.
I just couldn't fight anymore.
So, dragging my battle-scarred body,
I crawled to the foot of the cross.
And I sobbed. 'Oh please, Father forgive me.
But, I tried ... I tried ... and still lost.'
Then, the air grew silent around me.
I heard His voice just as clear as the dawn:
'Oh, My child, though you are tired and weary,
You can't stop, you have to go on.'
At the foot of the Cross, where I met Him,
At the foot of the Cross, where He died,
I felt love, as I knelt in His presence .
I felt hope, as I looked in His eyes.
Then, He gathered me lovingly to Him,
As around us God's light clearly shone.
And, together ,we walked though my lifetime
To heal every wound I had known.
I found bits of my dreams, long forgotten
And pieces of my life on the floor.
But, I watched as He tenderly blessed them,
And my life was worth living once more.
I knew, then, why I had been losing.
I knew why I had not grown.
At the foot of the Cross came the answer:
I'd been fighting the battle alone .
At the foot of the Cross, where I met Him,
At the foot of the Cross, where He died,
Then, I knew I could face any challenge
Together - just my Lord and I.
Fearing the battle was over
And I'd already lost the war,
I was tired of trying and failing.
I just couldn't fight anymore.
So, dragging my battle-scarred body,
I crawled to the foot of the cross.
And I sobbed. 'Oh please, Father forgive me.
But, I tried ... I tried ... and still lost.'
Then, the air grew silent around me.
I heard His voice just as clear as the dawn:
'Oh, My child, though you are tired and weary,
You can't stop, you have to go on.'
At the foot of the Cross, where I met Him,
At the foot of the Cross, where He died,
I felt love, as I knelt in His presence .
I felt hope, as I looked in His eyes.
Then, He gathered me lovingly to Him,
As around us God's light clearly shone.
And, together ,we walked though my lifetime
To heal every wound I had known.
I found bits of my dreams, long forgotten
And pieces of my life on the floor.
But, I watched as He tenderly blessed them,
And my life was worth living once more.
I knew, then, why I had been losing.
I knew why I had not grown.
At the foot of the Cross came the answer:
I'd been fighting the battle alone .
At the foot of the Cross, where I met Him,
At the foot of the Cross, where He died,
Then, I knew I could face any challenge
Together - just my Lord and I.
Are You Ga(me)?, 10:57 AM.
Monday, May 15, 2006
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Date: 15 may 2006
Time: 2044hrs
Age: 17years 8months 4days old
Hey! Let me tell you, YOU are a BITCH, fancy throwing yourself at any man you see, acting cute trying to gain sympathy, allowing yourself to be insulted for shillings. You think you're high class? Cute? Not a hunk but at least ok? My foot la! Over my dead body. Go look at your damn bloody fucked-up face in the mirror. Not only u can't do a simple presentation properly, you behave like a total bitch. HellO? Are you a male of female? Get a life man! You think you're lonely? Wake up and stop being so flirtatious. This guy's hot, that guy's ur eye candy..you ought to get your eyes gorged out. Perhaps then u can stop ogling at others. If u ain't happy, go bang your bloody head on the wall la, stop bothering people who dun give a damn of who you are. You are so cheap, to think you can do that for the sake of money. Internet no money don't pay la, it's that bloody bastard who landed you in this shit ok? If you are that great, go to him and demand for the money. Why act like a coward flirting with every guy u see with getting some money in mind? Get away SLUT, you deserved to be stoned. That's what you guys so best, pay with your ass. Not happy? Come and find me. The doors are always open for your entry. Go to hell, you don't deserve anything, nothing at all.
Time: 2044hrs
Age: 17years 8months 4days old
Hey! Let me tell you, YOU are a BITCH, fancy throwing yourself at any man you see, acting cute trying to gain sympathy, allowing yourself to be insulted for shillings. You think you're high class? Cute? Not a hunk but at least ok? My foot la! Over my dead body. Go look at your damn bloody fucked-up face in the mirror. Not only u can't do a simple presentation properly, you behave like a total bitch. HellO? Are you a male of female? Get a life man! You think you're lonely? Wake up and stop being so flirtatious. This guy's hot, that guy's ur eye candy..you ought to get your eyes gorged out. Perhaps then u can stop ogling at others. If u ain't happy, go bang your bloody head on the wall la, stop bothering people who dun give a damn of who you are. You are so cheap, to think you can do that for the sake of money. Internet no money don't pay la, it's that bloody bastard who landed you in this shit ok? If you are that great, go to him and demand for the money. Why act like a coward flirting with every guy u see with getting some money in mind? Get away SLUT, you deserved to be stoned. That's what you guys so best, pay with your ass. Not happy? Come and find me. The doors are always open for your entry. Go to hell, you don't deserve anything, nothing at all.
Are You Ga(me)?, 8:43 PM.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
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In an ordinary, everyday frame of mind, you may look at a situation and say, "So, that's how it is." In a creative frame of mind, you could look at the same situation and say, "That's how it is now, but what if...?" Imagination takes over and reshapes the familiar world.
What if people lived backwards, starting life old and wrinkled and growing younger and younger until we fade away?
What if you had a closet in your room that was really a time travel capsule
What if Grades in school were awarded randomly--say, by lottery or by picking them out of a hat?
What if you suddenly found yourself totally alone in Times Square and discovered you were the only living thing in New York City?
What if our atmosphere became poison and we had to live underground?
What if children were forced to leave their families at the age or twelve to take care of themselves and make their own way in life?
What if dogs could talk?
What if schools, stores and businesses all ran on a 24-hour schedule, with some of us going to school from eight to four, some from four to midnight and some from midnight to eight in the morning?
What if people were all different colours?
What if human beings had fur, as most mammals do?
haha, enough of what if(s). Thing is, if you do let your imagination run wild a bit sometimes, you can really get yourself out of the hustle and bustle of life today. Take a moment to think up your own "what if." Nothing is a wrong answer. Nothing is too absurd.
What if people lived backwards, starting life old and wrinkled and growing younger and younger until we fade away?
What if you had a closet in your room that was really a time travel capsule
What if Grades in school were awarded randomly--say, by lottery or by picking them out of a hat?
What if you suddenly found yourself totally alone in Times Square and discovered you were the only living thing in New York City?
What if our atmosphere became poison and we had to live underground?
What if children were forced to leave their families at the age or twelve to take care of themselves and make their own way in life?
What if dogs could talk?
What if schools, stores and businesses all ran on a 24-hour schedule, with some of us going to school from eight to four, some from four to midnight and some from midnight to eight in the morning?
What if people were all different colours?
What if human beings had fur, as most mammals do?
haha, enough of what if(s). Thing is, if you do let your imagination run wild a bit sometimes, you can really get yourself out of the hustle and bustle of life today. Take a moment to think up your own "what if." Nothing is a wrong answer. Nothing is too absurd.
Are You Ga(me)?, 4:57 PM.
Monday, May 01, 2006
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Once upon a time, there was a king who ruled a prosperous country. One day, he went for a trip to some distant areas of his country. When he was back to his palace, he complained that his feet were very painful, because it was the first time that he went for such a long trip, and the road that he went through was very rough and stony. He then ordered his people to cover every road of the entire country with leather. Definitely, this would need thousands of cows' skin, and would cost a huge amount of money.
Then one of his wise servant dared himself to tell the king, "why do you have to spend that unnecessary amount of money? Why don't you just cut a little piece of leather to cover your feet?"
The king was surprised, but he later agreed to his suggestion, to make a "shoe" for himself.
If there was a question like, "What's the moral of the story?" posed to you, the model answer wld probably be: "To make this world a happy place to live, we should first change ourselves - our heart; our mind, our perspectives, and not the world."
What about you? Will your answer be the same? Will you agree strongly to the above statement? Well, i don't agree. Let me first tell you a joke. Someone who claims a strong love for you, can actually don't recognise your voice when you call. *laugh laugh laugh* ok, that's hilarious.
What will your reaction be when you face this problem? Are you still going to change yourself by perhaps, start calling that person everyday to ensure that this person whom u love will recognise your voice. You are the one who discovered the treasure, one more chest to open and you're there. Are you going to back up only now? What will happen to the chest then? Do i have to keep telling you that i miss you, and beg you to call me? The last time i saw you was on 17 april. The last time i realli heard you was on 20 april. The date today is 1 may, which is 5 more days to the first month. Well, if u don't even bother then i really have nothing to say. It's all my fault for living in my own fantasy and being naive.
readers BEWARE: naiveity KILLS
Then one of his wise servant dared himself to tell the king, "why do you have to spend that unnecessary amount of money? Why don't you just cut a little piece of leather to cover your feet?"
The king was surprised, but he later agreed to his suggestion, to make a "shoe" for himself.
If there was a question like, "What's the moral of the story?" posed to you, the model answer wld probably be: "To make this world a happy place to live, we should first change ourselves - our heart; our mind, our perspectives, and not the world."
What about you? Will your answer be the same? Will you agree strongly to the above statement? Well, i don't agree. Let me first tell you a joke. Someone who claims a strong love for you, can actually don't recognise your voice when you call. *laugh laugh laugh* ok, that's hilarious.
What will your reaction be when you face this problem? Are you still going to change yourself by perhaps, start calling that person everyday to ensure that this person whom u love will recognise your voice. You are the one who discovered the treasure, one more chest to open and you're there. Are you going to back up only now? What will happen to the chest then? Do i have to keep telling you that i miss you, and beg you to call me? The last time i saw you was on 17 april. The last time i realli heard you was on 20 april. The date today is 1 may, which is 5 more days to the first month. Well, if u don't even bother then i really have nothing to say. It's all my fault for living in my own fantasy and being naive.
readers BEWARE: naiveity KILLS
Are You Ga(me)?, 9:32 PM.
