| Monday, December 29, 2003 |
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Second Best Christmas Present This Year
A little doggie I've christened Earl, after the little doggie from Mutts. They look similar except for the colour, and they have that same innocence...like the person who gave it to me yar? Haha. Soft toy lah, not a real doggie. Haha, my best 2 Christmas presents this year are related to the same person... =)
Next time, I wanna have a doggie called Earl, a kittie called Mooch (also from Mutts), another kittie called Amber (after a dearly beloved kittie called Amber who crossed my path and touched my heart), and........a frog called Froggie. HEE HEE.
As Mooch would say, YESH. |
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| Sunday, December 28, 2003 |
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The Best Christmas Present Ever in 18 Years
(other than His joy and peace AND Jesus - only those are gifts for eternity)
God answering countless prayers that a certain precious soul would be able and willing to come for Sunday celebration service.
Now if this person accepted Christ, I would fall on my knees, cry tears of joy and thank God. If you're reading this and you know it's you, well, that's because you are so very precious to me and I want you to have the great joy I've found. I want to be your real sister in Christ. : ) And I believe He was the one who crossed our paths.
Actually, I would probably cry tears of joy for every friend and family member who accepts Christ. |
| posted by esther @ 12:14 AM |
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How Deep the Father's Love for Us
How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure;
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure.
How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away,
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory.
Behold the man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders;
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished,
His dying breath has brought me life -
I know that it is finished.
I will not boast in anything,
No gifts, no power, no wisdom;
But I will boast in Jesus Christ,
His death and resurrection.
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer;
But this I know with all my heart,
His wounds have paid my ransom.
Stuart Townsend © 1995 Kingsway's Thankyou Music |
| posted by esther @ 12:03 AM |
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| Thursday, December 25, 2003 |
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My Belated Christmas Wish List Which I Will Unashamedly, Unabashedly Publish for All and Sundry to See and Know
1. For friends and family to know Christ
2. Get into the course I want in uni
3. Discman
4. $$$$$$$$
5. New HP
6. Well, actually, I just need to have 4. and I can have everything on my list except 1. and 2. No, wait a minute, I just need to have God cos' He is the one who provides me with everything...hmm. : D |
| posted by esther @ 1:20 AM |
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It's Christmas Day!!!!
'Tis the season to be merry, tralalalalalalala.... |
| posted by esther @ 1:12 AM |
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| Wednesday, December 24, 2003 |
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Let Me Just Add Before I Conk Out
I nearly went cross-eyed (to be delicate, if you will; if not, plainly, pajiao) adding all those links...and by an infinite stretch, the books of the Bible are the best books in the universe. Hey, they're Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth, ok?? Don't play play. Must pray pray.
Haha, how lame............ |
| posted by esther @ 2:59 AM |
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QY Rediscovers the Bookworm in Herself
It had always been there, deep within her. And then she went to JC. It was more of an excuse than a reason really; that she had no time to read regularly. She probably read less than 5 books in those 2 years, and at the end she had to admit, regrettably, the awful, horrible, even shameful truth: She had grown accustomed to not reading regularly. She'd probably read less than 5 books in 2 years. In secondary school, she often wondered how people could survive without reading regularly. Now she knew why. But she was determined to change that fact. So she visited the library at White Sands, and borrowed some book called the Prince of Abissinia which she thought would be interesting...but (with no offence to the author of the aforementioned book) soon found the story of a prince who had everything but yearned for freedom boring. So she returned the book.
Then she found J.D. Salinger (author) at library@orchard. Book title: Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters & Seymour - An Introduction. Odd name for a title, she thought, but saw rather interesting bits as she flipped through it. She borrowed it. She was hooked. And thus the borrowing of Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters & Seymour - An Introduction became the event that revived the bookworm in her. The catalyst: J.D. Salinger. She wondered why in the world this name sounded so familiar, flipped to the front of the book, and saw, under the heading "Books by J.D. Salinger", The Catcher in the Rye. GASP. So this is the author of The Catcher in the Rye! The book she had heard mentioned so many times, but still did not know what it was about. She resolved to get ahold of a copy of The Catcher.
Almost on second thought - in fact, it was on second thought - she stepped into a bookshop in Tampines Mall called San Bookshop that "Sell[s] and rent[s] New & Old Books" (as it says on the plastic bag they gave). Confronted by almost ceiling-high shelf-fulls of fantasy books, most of which looked like sci-fi trash and pathetic rip-offs of Lord of the Rings, she thought to herself, "What unedifying stuff," and was disappointed. Even more so when she turned around and saw chinese comics and chinese romance novels. She'd read enough of english romance novels in her days and avoided them like the plaque now. Trash. And chinese ones? Well, her parents were avid readers too and she'd spotted quite a few of those in the house. She often picked them up, finding the covers, with rather realistically drawn portraits of attractive young men and women, appealing. She'd read the blurbs on the back, and they seemed just like the english ones. Comics? Well, she felt that a lot of comics these days are stumbling, what with almost-naked nubile young girls frolicking on the cover and inside too. There is some good in some of those comics, but on the whole, hard to find. Like a needle in a haystack.
Undeterred and undaunted (it takes more than a few shelves of unedifying material to deter a determined bookworm - pun unintended), she ventured on within the small shop space. Then she saw It. The Shelf with the Good Books and the Classics. And there was The Catcher in the Rye! She grabbed it, wanting to buy it. It was like an oasis for her. A Child Called "It". The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath Haven't you heard? She was the brilliant poet who went bonkers and stuck her head in an oven. Those creative, tortured types...), The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, which she picked up briefly; a wonderously thick book, volumes of emotions of a human being who passed before her. It cost more than $30. Too much. She returned it to its place on the shelf. Gerald Durrell! And...JAMES HERRIOT! She literally gasped when she saw that name. They had the whole collection (well, almost, with one or two books missing): All Things Wise and Wonderful, All Creatures Great and Small, All Things Bright and Beautiful, The Lord God Made Them All, and even "blank">James Herriot's Dog Stories. The cover wasn't very nice, really, not like the ones in her secondary school's library, with cute cartoon illustrations. Heck, it's JAMES HERRIOT! Her other favourite author beside Roald Dahl! She just had to buy it. Along with Going Solo by Dahl, which she intended to give her little piggy mortal (because he had been behaving like a pig of late). Because 1) a book is a gift for life, 2) she loved Dahl's works and wanted it share them with the world! 3) this is a very good book and 4) it has planes, and her mortal loved his planes. And also Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl, which a church frend had asked her to help procure from the library at Pasir Ris (White Sands). She'd thought, heck, might as well buy it and lend her. Buying a good book can never be a waste of money. She'd save The Catcher for another time, plus all of the other Herriots. And the Durrells. And the Dahls, oh, the Dahls.
After the visit to the bookshop, she returns home almost itching to go to the library, with the only snitch being that she didn't have the family's library cards with her.
And this is how QY rediscovered the bookworm within. |
| posted by esther @ 2:50 AM |
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| The Sequel - Some Guys are So Dumb Part 2: More Evidence |
This male specimen here shall be called I Have a Y Chromosome as for some strange reason, I couldn't look at his user details to check his nickname.
I Have a Y Chromosome (0:23 AM) : Hai banana*dragon*fly..i wish i can have sex with u...i am from KL..??? I can satisfy u...
banana*dragon*fly (0:26 AM) : ya you wish
More sequels in the making. |
| posted by esther @ 12:30 AM |
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Urgh I Did It Again
I lost another long post. Brainlessly, I pressed the "Post & Publish" button while my computer was connecting after having been disconnected. : S Nevermind then, I shall just post about something else and leave the previous topic for another day... |
| posted by esther @ 12:22 AM |
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| Tuesday, December 23, 2003 |
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Let it Be Known
I love my mortal to bits, as those of you who know will know...(duh!) Surely it was God who put him in my life, for I don't believe in coincidences. Whenever I talk about my mortal, people go, "Still in contact with your mortal ah?? My mortal didn't even reply me/My angel didn't even write to me lor..." Haha. I'm so blessed. He says his friends say more or less the same thing. Blessed to be able to bless him, too. Had lunch with him today, and also to pass him his Christmas present. I donno if he was feeling bad cos' he didn't have anything for me, but he was a real gentleman today; going to the counter to help me collect my order (which was supposed to be delivered but they forgot) and then helping me to throw away my rubbish and always letting me go first. Guys, learn a thing of two: women (girlfriends/female friends/moms/sisters/colleagues/whatever, as long as female and human) like guys to be gentlemen. I mean, I'm not dainty, I can jolly well do those things myself, but doing this shows you care. Haha. In case you're thinking, I love him as a brother, ok?
I love my parents, though I never tell them that enough. It takes a lot of courage for me to open my mouth and voice out, "I love you." Though it is considerably very much easier for me in the written form. My parents are amazing. They work so hard, year in, year out. I've been helping out at the shop - or rather, working fulltime, really - and it's really tiring. I was writing this in my journal the other day, and God said, "I sustain them just as I sustain you, child." : ) This is just one of the many reasons I love God.
I love my friends. Some of them I know I'll not be in contact with after next year probably, but I still thank God that He put them in my life. You've all, at different, separate times, provided support, a listening ear, sound advice, entertainment, free cab rides, opened your house to me, etc etc. The list is endless. Also at times irritated and annoyed me no end, hurt me even, unintentionally, but I still thank God for you. If you consider yourself my friend, then I'm talking about you. =)
And, last but the most, I love God. You are my all in all, and that's enough, no, more than enough of a reason, to love You with all I have in me.
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| Thursday, December 18, 2003 |
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Lord of My Heart
As promised, the definition of a yakit...someone who is alone but not lonely, a unique, special individual complete in God, a whole. Not a half. A whole. =) I find that many times I still place my value in the eyes of the world, which is so...useless, cos' as I've realised time and time again, people disappoint, no matter how close they are to you. Not all the while, but at some point even your closest and dearest will. Not God. He never disappoints. He's always there, and He never stops loving.
I watched Lord of the Rings today. Now, I know there're people out there who believe Christians should not watch such movies cos' they stumble. And they very well may. But I know myself in this aspect. It's all imaginary. And essentially, LOTR is about the battle between good and evil. The morals are there, strong and good. I like that it's not black and white either, but shows that sometimes the line between good and evil is not so clear, but blurred many a time. You hear that, George Bush? Lol okok. No politics. In fact one could even say that there are some biblical references, but Tolkien did say, I think, that there were no hidden meanings behind his story. The Matrix is supposed to have biblical references too, but frankly, it's such crap. Now Matrix fans are gonna hound me. Haha. Anyhow, I guess I should not attach biblical meaning where there is none. That would be an insult to God. However, I did hear God speaking to me at times, watching this movie. I believe that God is so great that He can use anything and everything to get His message to us. And I hear You, God, I hear You.
You said to me today that the battle is not mine, but Yours. There were so many battle scenes...all those dead orcs, uruk-hai, whatever ugly creatures lying all over the field. You said that that is what You would make of my enemies. At one point, the fellowship had only 300 men against thousands (Or was it tens of thousands? A lot lah...) of enemes. And it was like whoa. Cos' did not Gideon have only 300 men too? And he won too. And did not I hear about the story of Gideon in a sermon yesterday too? I tell you, I got goosebumps when I came home, checked my Bible and saw that the number was the same. God, you're just too great for words. And You just spoke again just now; You said that >You would bring me through the valley of the shadow of death (flashback of Frodo and Sam on the treacherous journey to Mordor) and lead me beside still waters in green pastures (flashback of the hobbits back home after their adventure).
I have one last word.
Wow.
Ok, more than one...cos' as the song goes, if each star was a song, every breath of wind praise, it would still fail by far to say all my heart contains.
I simply live, I simply live for You.
There is nothing in this world that You cannot be.
Oh, Lord. |
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| Wednesday, December 17, 2003 |
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Additional Remarks to Quiz Result
I'm not content how I am, I wanna grow some more. Be strong, firm and steadfast. I *do* want to be with someone. But now's really not the time. Yet. I'm not yet a yakit. Ok, I don't know if that's the correct spelling, but I'll explain in my next post. Now, I gotta go sleep. =) |
| posted by esther @ 1:45 AM |
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What Irony
I'm actually finding myself even busier now when it's the holidays that I don't have the time to update. And when I do come online, I'm busy chatting or checking mail and stuff...hmmm. |
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| Tuesday, December 16, 2003 |
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The Survey/Quiz/Test Junkie Attacks Again
Your Heart is Yellow
What Color is Your Heart?
brought to you by Quizilla
Yes, I've hit puberty already. I just know when I'm not ready and when guys of my age aren't either, thank you very much.
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| Wednesday, December 10, 2003 |
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Links Back
Finally found the time to put up my links again, and added some new ones. Recovered my old comments, though now they open in a big window instead of a small one. |
| posted by esther @ 8:13 PM |
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| Thursday, December 04, 2003 |
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I don't know when and how, but I lost part of my template. All my comments, links, tagboard gone. Argh. I'm so tired now, I don't feel like filling it in again. But still. Thank God I have a nice notebook with internet access. Some people--many, in fact--don't even have the basic necessities like food, water, shelter, clothes. And here I am complaining...what the heck? It's true. Counting your blessings makes you happier... :) |
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