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Ray of Hope

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With great effort, I opened my eyes. All was dark. Then I saw a tiny ray of light, igniting a tiny ray of hope in me. I freed myself from all the rubble and debris. "At least I'm still alive," I thought. But what about him? I wondered, a shiver running down my spine. Despite my best effort to think positively, I feared the worst. Could anyone else have survived this? I was lucky. Was he as lucky? Would I ever see him again? I was hit with a bout of loneliness and despair. Desperate, I pushed away all the small rocks and stones around me, clearing a path towards the tiny hole representing my freedom. I dug my fingers into the dirt, scraping my hands and elbow in the process. But I ignored the pain. The physical pain I experienced was nothing compared to the pain of losing him. I first met him five years ago. As cliche as it may seem, it was definitely love at first sight. Watching him just made my face split in a wide grin. I was happier than I had been in

SOS!!!!

Hey people!! It seems there was an error while I was trying to edit my blog template layout. And it was a disaster!!! I lost my WHOLE list of blogs - the links to all of you guys' blogs!! And I'm devastated!!! :( So, please, please, pretty please. If your names are not on my blogroll list below (there's only those I managed to retrieve through my chatbox), please leave a comment on the chatbox (right) linked to your respective blogs. I'd appreciate it soo much!!! Thank you!! Note to self: Never ever EVER try editing your blog template AGAIN. EVER. >.<

What Should I Have For Dinner?

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The Problem: One of the hardest decisions I have to make daily is: What should I have for dinner? Seriously. The problem is not that there are too many choices that I can't decide on which one. It's that there's seriously not that many good places to go, I mean, for one who has no personal transport, for a nice, good dinner. And the choices we do have are not really that appealing. >.< Sometimes, I think that's one of the perks of staying at home. You don't have to worry about what's for dinner. Cos, mum will cook, or da bao or we go out to eat. Here, I have to think about what to eat. And it's not an easy choice. Cos you're either just too lazy to change from comfy spaghetti-strapped and shorts to respectable "decent" clothes (by UKM standard: no exposed knees, or arms or skin anywhere) and leave the room, or the quality of the food is not motivating enough for you to be excited about any one choice at all. So, my roo

Award Goes To Me!!!

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Given by: Amanda Receiver: Meeeeeee!!! :) "Oh, I'd like to thank my parents for raising me, and my brothers, despite all their teasing, all my friends, who have helped me in so many different ways, and even those who are not my friends (I bet you must be kicking yourself for not being my friend!), and even the cleaner mak cik who never fails to say hello to me in the mornings when I see her! Thank you, and arigatou gozaimasu! " Award rules : 1. Insert this badge or the pic above to inform u have been awarded. 2. Make sure u take the pic n say who it is from. 3. You should tell 10 facts or hobbies about yourself. 4. You should choose 5 other bloggers (easier the ones who follow you) and mention their names in your blog 5. Don't forget to go to their blog and tell them they have been tagged !!! So here goes: 10 facts about myself 1. I am almost five feet. *Crap. I should not be telling you guys this. >.<* 2. I like writing short

So Small

This touched me today. :) SO SMALL Carrie Underwood What you got if you aint got love? The kind that you just wanna give away It's okay to open up Go ahead and let the light shine through I know it's hard on a rainy day You wanna shut the world out And just be left alone Don't run out on your faith Sometimes that mountain you've been climbing Is just a grain of sand What you've been out there searching for forever, Is in your hands When you figure out love is all that matters, after all It sure makes everything else Seem so small It's so easy to get lost inside A problem that seems so big, at the time It's like a river that's so wide It swallows you whole While you're sittin round thinking about what you can't change And worryin' about all the wrong things Time's flying by, moving so fast You better make it count, cause you can't get it back Sometimes that mountain you've been climbing Is ju

Teaching Profession

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I hate it. I really reaaalllllyyyy despise it. >.<  Oh. I don't mean teaching profession the profession . I meant teaching profession the subject . Yes, I know it's pretty strange to study the subject Teaching Profession when I'm in the teaching profession. But I do. Paper was over and done with. TODAY. *cheers* And boy, am I relieved. Relieved is an understatement. I have been frustrated studying for a subject before. I have struggled with a subject so bad I wanted to give up. But never, NEVER as it was with Teaching Profession - the subject. First pain-in-the-butt fact : Teaching Profession - the subject - is taught in English. Finals was in English. Text book given in MALAY. Bahasa Malaysia. Our beloved national language.  Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against our national language. Honest. But come onnnnnn. Finals in English, text in Malay?? wth. Can't they even be consistent? Uniform? If you're gonna have the text book in Malay,

The Facts

This ... is the city. Jerusalem, Judea. A lot of people live here. A lot of people die here. But nobody lives here, dies here, and then lives again here. Nobody. I carry a badge. It’s my job to make sure the decent people in this town don’t get misled by a lot of religious fanatics. You know the type. Spreading rumours—rumours about people rising from the dead. My name’s Saturday. My partner’s Bill Sunday. Monday, April 7, 10:20 am.   We were at headquarters, making our reports on a small-time hood named Barabbas. The captain walked up. “Okay, boys,” he barked. “We’ve got another one.” “Resurrection rumour?” I said. “Right,” he said. “The chief wants you to drop whatever you’re doing and look into it. He wants you to get—” “The facts?” I said. “Right.” He gave us the details. A rabbi had been killed the previous Friday. “Murder, eh?” Sunday theorized. The captain shook his head. “Execution. Criminal. Claimed to be a king. Now the body’s missing. Rumour is he’s alive again.

Good Friday

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This is the day He chose to die Enduring 12 hours of suffering, pain, and humiliation; to be whipped, slapped, beaten, and spat on. He was mocked and laughed at, by the very same people who had welcomed Him with open arms just days before; who were supposedly His own people. Betrayed by one He trusted, not because He had not seen it coming, but because He knew it had to happen. Kneeling by the foothill of Gathsemany, His pain was very real. Would you willingly go to your death? Knowing that it would not be painless, but would be one of the most torturous form of death known to mankind? He did. Like any man would have, He cried out to be released from this self-sacrifice. But He went through with it. Suffered and died. What for? Two words. For us . The reason we can live, love, enjoy, laugh, cry, shout, scream today is because of what He has done. Because He has taken our place. Why is this Friday a good one, many ask? If it was a day o

The Man Who Built His House Upon a Rock

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I'm supposed to be studying. But I'm blogging. What can I say? I'm weak. :( Anyways, there's this story that I (re)read just now that I wanna share with you guys. Forgive me, all non-Christian friends, but bear with me. I find it darn interesting! :P "Everyone then who hears these words of mine and does them will be like a wise man who built his house on the rock. And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on the rock. And everyone who hears these words of mine and does not do them will be like a foolish man who built his house on the sand. And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell, and great was the fall of it." Matthew 7: 24-27 Behold, there was a man who built his house upon a rock. When he had finished building his house upon a rock, he laughed, saying, “Oh, how wise I am to build my hou

Five and a Half Hours

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You must be wondering what time interval that is. haha. Well, I watched 6 episodes (3 each) of Prison Break and One Tree Hill back-to-back in one sitting - a full five and a half hours. I went back for the weekend. What do you expect?? How come? you ask? Every week when I do not go back, my brother records all my favourite shows for me with our VCR (yes, we still have one. It must be worth millions now in its antiquity). He would usually record Gilmore Girls (Saturdays, 10.30pm 8TV), One Tree Hill (Sundays, 10.30pm 8TV), Prison Break (Mondays, 10.30pm 8TV) , Ugly Betty (Tuesdays, 9.30pm 8TV) and Desperate Housewives (Tuesdays, 10.30pm 8TV) for me so I can come back during the weekend, and sit back and enjoy my faves. Can you see why I LOVE 8TV?????!!!!! heeee *beams* So, since I haven't gone back for 3 weeks already, he actually ran out of tape. Duh. I mean, there's 5 different TV series, and 3 weeks worth of episodes. Do the math. 5 X 3 X