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You Are Ned Flanders

A good neighbor and a devout Christian, you are a community leader. And you are called to make the world a better place, especially for left handed people. You will be remembered for: your goofy expressions - "hi-dilly, ho-dilly!" Your life philosophy: "I've done everything the Bible says - even the stuff that contradicts the other stuff!"

The Simpsons Personality Test

Oh my...

You Are an Angel

A truly giving soul, you understand the spirit of Christmas.

What Christmas Ornament Are You?

I wish..

Oh dear

I've got 3 different events next weekend.

1. The Prefect Dinner.
2. CDM Youth Camp.
3. Form 3 Sunday School camp.

Oh humbug!

Ignore

I must learn to ignore comments.
Even though they can hurt.
Like if someone calls you a "female dog"

Obviously, they are simply not worth your time.

Quote of the day

"You'll marry her one day..." : Mr. Bernard.

"ER....no??": '....'

Jealous Much?

O_______________O

Ka Hong LIKES Jess.

SERIOUSLY!

and SHE MIGHT LIKE HIM!

thus making me THE ONLY COF-IAN without a "suitor".

THIS IS SIMPLY PERFECT.

-.-"

Pride and Prejudice Quotes

Mr. Darcy: How are you this evening, my dear?
Elizabeth Bennet: Very well. Only, I wish you would not call me "my dear."
Mr. Darcy: Why?
Elizabeth Bennet: Because it's what my father calls my mother whenever he's cross about something.
Mr. Darcy: Well, what endearments am I allowed?
Elizabeth Bennet: Well, let me think...”Lizzie" for everyday, "my pearl" for Sundays, and "Goddess Divine," but only on special occasions.
Mr. Darcy: And what am I to call you when I'm cross? "Mrs. Darcy?"
Elizabeth Bennet: No, you may only call me "Mrs. Darcy" when you are completely, perfectly and incandescently happy.
Mr. Darcy: And how are you this evening... Mrs. Darcy? Mrs. Darcy... Mrs. Darcy... Mrs. Darcy!
[kisses her]

****

Mr. Darcy: Miss Elizabeth. I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past months have been a torment. I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you... I had to see you. I have fought against my better judgment, my family's expectations, the inferiority of your birth by rank and circumstance. All these things I am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony.
Elizabeth Bennet: I don't understand.
Mr. Darcy: I love you.

The Haunting

The video isn't so nice but the song is. BUT her hair is nice isn't it? -.-"

Elizabeth Bennet

Which Pride and Prejudice Character Are You? (For girls)

Elizabeth: You are most likely to say: "It is common knowledge that all young men of good fortune must be in need of a wife." Your personality: You are sarcastic and very intelligent. You enjoy having independance and being alone in your room with your thoughts. You get proposed to three times in the book: once by Mr. Collins who is ugly and stupid so you reject him and twice by Mr. Darcy who you had prejudice against the first time he asked you but fell in love with him over time. Out of all the Bennet girls, you are my favorite!








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ermm

well. HP7 wasn't THAT AMAZING. It is actually rather bland. I mean once you get over the EXCITEMENT of wanting to read it. ... THE PLOT is dull. rather dissapointing fight between HP and Voldie.

hm.

Deathly Hallows

OMG!! The book was FANTASTIC!! =D It was worth the hour++ wait in front of Carrefour!!

IT WAS AMAZING!!! SERIOUSLY!!! HARRY POTTER ROCKS!!

and it was a happy ending! the ending I pictured in all the years of reading the series!! =)

hey there delilah

Random title from the song by 'Plain White T's'.

HPDH is coming out tomorrow.

People day that Harry will live and Voldemort will die.
Harry will marry Ginny and have 3 kids (after Voldie's death OF COURSE)
Neville will kill You Know Who.
Severus will die.

Hermione will die too.

But some say that she'll live.

.....

Piano exam was OKAY. I can guarantee a PASS.

:?

Exam Fever

I'm sick.

I'm down with the flu and cough

AND

my piano practical exam is tomorrow.

IS LIFE FAIR??

What is in a name?

Lavender roses~ Enchanted
Calla Lilies~ Beauty

http://www.fictionpress.com/u/368815/

nice stories go with that. :)

can't stand it

I just can't stand it all.
I just can't.

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Jeremiah 29: 12

Prayer made simple: 4 easy steps


“When call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will hear you.” - Jeremiah 29:12


Situation Explained
Have you ever uttered the phrase, “I need to pray more”?

Pray at your own risk…doing so is known to change lives and save souls.

Solution Offered
I don’t pray enough. Do you?

“I need to pray more”. I don’t know if I’ve heard that phrase or said that phrase more times in my life. Not a day goes by that one or the other doesn’t happen. Most days, both happen.

For many people, prayer, like exercise, is something that gets mentioned a lot as “something I need to do more of” but that rarely finds its way into peoples’ daily schedules.

Prayer is not the mere reciting of words.
Prayer is not the mere reading of words.
Prayer is not the mere singing of words.
Prayer is not the mere omission of words (silence).

Prayer is turning your heart, your ears, your mind, your voice…your everything to God.

Prayer can be loud or soft. Prayer can be active or immobile. Prayer can shake you and break you. Prayer can calm the greatest of storms and simultaneously create all new ones.

Prayer is a gift from God. Prayer is also a response to that gift.

Instead of falling into that same trap of “writing about prayer” instead of just praying, myself, I want to cut this Spread the Word message short…

I am going to go pray.
I hope as you are reading this, that you’ll join me.
Stop whatever you are doing and pray. Right now – go for it.
Just put yourself in the path and the presence of God.

And if you don’t know how, or if it’s been a while, just follow these four easy steps:

1. Say, “Here I am, Lord.”
2. Next, ask, “Is there anything you want to tell me?”
3. Now…shut up.
4. When distracted, confused or in doubt…simply repeat steps 1-3.

And trust in the following words from God, given to us from the prophet Jeremiah.


Salvation Given
“When call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will hear you.” - Jeremiah 29:12



Disclaimer: Pray at your own risk…doing so is known to change lives and save souls.

A Hymn to God our Father

A Hymn to God our Father

Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun,
Which was my sin, though it were done before?
Wilt thou forgive that sin, through which I run,
And do run still, though still I do deplore?
When thou hast done, thou hast not done,
For I have more.

Wilt thou forgive that sin which I have won
Others to sin, and made my sin their door?
Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did shun
A year or two, but wallow'd in, a score?
When thou hast done, thou hast not done,
For I have more.

I have a sin of fear, that when I have spun
My last thread, I shall perish on the shore;
But swear by thyself, that at my death thy Son
Shall shine as he shines now, and heretofore;
And, having done that, thou hast done;
I fear no more.

~John Donne

Over the Rainbow

Can I?

Is it possible to get over it?
Is it possible to forget it?
Can I truly keep it in my past?
The monsters that keep me in constant fear.

Sin...

How could I have done it again?
But if He can forgive me,
I SHOULD be able to forgive myself.

But it's hard.

Help me...

~Remind me to go for confession....~

Summer

A something in a summer’s day,
As slow her flambeaux burn away,
Which solemnizes me.

A something in a summer’s noon,—
An azure depth, a wordless tune,
Transcending ecstasy.

And still within a summer’s night
A something so transporting bright,
I clap my hands to see;

Then veil my too inspecting face,
Lest such a subtle, shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me.

The wizard-fingers never rest,
The purple brook within the breast
Still chafes its narrow bed;

Still rears the East her amber flag,
Guides still the sun along the crag
His caravan of red,

Like flowers that heard the tale of dews,
But never deemed the dripping prize
Awaited their low brows;

Or bees, that thought the summer’s name
Some rumor of delirium
No summer could for them;

Or Arctic creature, dimly stirred
By tropic hint,—some travelled bird
Imported to the wood;

Or wind’s bright signal to the ear,
Making that homely and severe,
Contented, known, before

The heaven unexpected came,
To lives that thought their worshipping
A too presumptuous psalm.

~Emily Dickinson

Secret Place

I did it again.
I ran away for a short while.
But it helped.
I had a big fight with my mom this morning which involved more than just words.
She went out with Aaron after that and I put on my shoes and ran out.
Like I did before.
I ran around the field a few times and let out all my anger and grief.
Then I stopped and prayed.
I actually talked to God.
I asked Him to help liberate me of my rage. I asked Him to help me since I couldn't help myself.
I walked home much happier after that.

You see everyone needs their "secret place" to get away from everything.
Mine is the field where I can be in public and alone.
It helps me.
Sometimes we all need to break away and be by ourselves.
Or we'll just burst.
Hah.

God bless us all.

I love you

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
`
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
`
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
`
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

~Pablo Neruda

The Hand that Receives

I'm going to post my essay that won me 1st place in school. So here it is:

The Hand that Receives.

I stare at the grains of rice on my plate as the crowd bustles around me, some casting looks of contempt in my direction. Yet, I do not feel their hateful gaze in fact… quite the contrary. There’s a balloon of joy growing inside of me. Yes, joy for the blessing I have received.

My day started with a sharp pain which’s source was my foot. Waking up with a jolt I examined both my legs. And there it stood, the ‘Hound of Hades’ in all its glory. Cursing under my breath, I hurled the closest thing I found; a black stone. I hurled it at the mongrel which ran howling in pain. I glared after it as I nursed my sore foot as the wound throbbed continuously.

The sunlight filled the alley and how it seemed to burn me. I scrambled to my feet and limped towards the street corner. In my hand I carried the source of my income; a simple metal dish that was my sole possession. What more could I have? What more could the scum of the city be able to own?

The streets and alleys are my home and the cardboard boxes are my beds. Is this the best I can do? Perhaps if I had the opportunities, the privileges the young children I see everyday have, I would be someone. It could have been me casting looks of disgust at the homeless at the street corners; it could have been me driving that Mercedes-Benz and living in a bungalow. But that dream is not possible for one like me. I have lived on the streets since I can remember. In all my life, I have not known joy. The limited vocabulary which I have, I have learnt from others like me. I sleep wherever I can as choices are limited. As the saying goes, ‘Beggars (oh the pun!) can’t be choosers’.

I find my spot near the food court beside the market. My mouth opens only to say, “Have pity on me,” to anyone who walks by. I must truly be a sight to behold with my uncovered torso and torn pants. I make friends with the fleas in my hair and beard. My cries do get a few coin “spare change” as it is called from a few good hearted people. Perhaps I could get enough for a small piece of stale bread. Perhaps, even two.

And then, I see him; the competition. His sallow face and haunted eyes give him a more pitiful appearance compared to me. I glare at him as he sits opposite me. Sure enough, he gets more than I have in barely a few minutes. You see, even in my world, the law of the jungle still applies.

The sun is now above me head signalling that noon has arrived. With the few coins I have in my dish, I hobble into the food court and manage to weasel out a piece of bread from a stall. The man behind the counter looks revolted at the sight of my and chases me off quickly once I get my “meal”. I find myself a table and start to eat, eyeing the crowd around me. They were not even finishing their food. Ungrateful wretches!! As I savour the last bits of my slice of bread, I decided to hunt for some more. There were many tables of people whom I know wouldn’t finish their food. The left-over would do well to fill my burning stomach.

Soon I spot a group of boys sitting not far from me, smiling as they ate their meal. I approach them and ask only to have what they would leave on their plates. One boy looked at me and with what I could have sworn was pity. He turned to his two companions and asked for spare change. The two complied, though with rather confused faces. The first boy then took the coins and asked me to sit down as he too took out his wallet and headed for a nearby stall.

I was puzzled. What strange actions! I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on. Not long after he returned with a plate of chicken rice. I gawked at it feeling my mouth water. He set it down in front of me and told me to eat. “This is for you Uncle. I’m sorry but I don’t have more. I hope it helps.” He said handing me a RM5 note. I stared at it as he placed it on the table. Was I dreaming? This was too good to be true!!

I sit here at the same table, RM5 in hand and a clean plate before me. The three boys have long gone but I am forever struck by their compassion. I know that I will go back to the streets tonight and sleep on a cold floor, but inside I am warm with happiness. Lady luck must be smiling at me today and I am grateful to her and the three boys. Oh, if the world was filled with people like them, how happy a place it would be.

~Grace Vaitilingam

~3 Amanah

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I can't believe this.
Some friend you are.
How can you do something like that???
Don't you know it hurts?
Don't you know that she cried?
What type of friend are you?
And you said she's B*****.
I don't believe this...
Are you really our friend??

Your beauty aura is Carefree!


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Lu~ I like your brother's new name. Evan sounds so.. nice. :)

Oh Joy...

I am seriously UNLUCKY when it comes to guys. Any of you girls remember Hans? Or David?

ANYWAY.

Saturday, 30th June 2007.

Last night I went for my mom's friend's wedding (ie: Uncle John) and my mom and I were sharing the table with Uncle Joe, Auntie Germaine, their children, Uncle Jimmy and Auntie Jenny. Hans just so happened to be sitting beside me. First he tries to "open conversation" by telling me that he got number 10 in class.

Hans: You know who got number 10?
Me: Err...
Hans: I got number 10!! (looks over to his sister who was glaring at him) Stephie, what number you got ar??
Stephanie: (looks at me) Grace, if he talks some more smack him on the head.
Me: (nervous laughter)

AND THEN..

Hans noticed the little boxes on the table (one for each person) that had a piece of cake inside. Its like the "cenderamata" for the guests. He picked it up and turned to me slowly opening the box.

Me: .... What are you doing?
Hans: This is for you.
Me: Right... thanks for the cake?
Hans: Aiyo, I was going to propose to you...
Me: (blink) right....

Stephanie obviously couldn't stand watching him and insisted on changing places. So now she sat beside me and Hans sat across us. Her excuse was that she wanted to talk to me. So when they settled down again Hans went "You said you wanted to talk to her right? I don't see you talking!!" Stephanie glared at him and turned to me and said, "Hi! I'm Stephanie. How are you?" before shooting back at her younger brother ," There, we're talking!" So Hans stared at us the whole night seething. A bit unnerving though.

-.-"

The reception was suppose to start at 7pm but the food only came at 9! So all of us were complaining of hunger. Apart from that we were sitting at the "lucky" table where the air conditioning unit wasn't working, flies enjoyed "visiting" and the waiters forgot about us. The service was so... unbelievably slow. Then there was the karaoke which made us cringe. I guess most of the guests were drunk when they went on stage and sang. At certain points we laughed and other we literally closed our ears. The whole thing was over at 11.30pm.

My point in this is: I don't like Hans anymore and now he decides to take an interest in me. GREAT! When I told Jess, she went "awwww... someone's heart must have been beating faster" and I practically choked on my drink. And NO, I do not like Hans. Please be clear on that!!

Sunday, 1st of July.

I went for Sunday School today and Mr. Bernard asked us whether we read the chapter. David proudly announced that the chapter was about 'choosing life' and it touched on stuff like 'euthanasia and abortion'. Sadly, he said U-TEN-SEE-YA instead of U-THE-NAY-SIA. I promptly corrected him and the whole class laughed.

You'd think he got mad but David just went "Oh. haha. Whoops." and smiled at me. I mean, normally you'd get mad but this guy didn't. Then teacher started talking about equal rights and gave us a situation about a married man who has a mistress on the side. This guy, let's call him X bought a house for his mistress and her two kids (by him of course) but X put it (the house) under his name. However, the mistress was the one who paid for the bills and the stuff in the house.

So X dies and his wife finds out about the mistress. The question is "Does the mistress have a right over the house?". I said yes and other said no but SHERWIN said "No! The KIDS have the right over the house because X is their father."

Everyone just went o________o

Then teacher asked us to decide where we stand and Sherwin proudly said "I am the LAWYER who steals the house from the mistress and the wife! HAH!." How dumb is that? Class ended and I waited for my parents at the bus stop. The AMAZING bus stop where I ALWAYS happen to wait with David. Again. So we talked about Sherwin and somehow our studies came up and he told me he stayed in Puchong. I didn't know that. The he asked where I stayed so I said "Subang Jaya." and he said ,"That's not too far from where I live." So I asked him why he goes to Assumption Church (which is in PJ, by the way) since its quite a distance. DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE ANSWERED??

"Because my friends are here and you're here so... I prefer to stick with Assumption."

WHAT??????!?!?!?

Luckily, my parents came at that moment and I left. Is life unfair? I stop liking him and it all comes back. This is ridiculous!! RIDICULOUS!!!!!!!

.... UNFAIR....