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Tuesday, November 21, 2006
i have form my resolve to make it to honours year. not because i want to get the honours degree so as to earn that couple of extra bucks when i enter the working world, or to make my parents head big by the fact that they have an honours grad son, but because i wanna write a thesis on something i see in Singapore. something i observed in Singapore Sports School. i pray i will remember this should i make it to honours. God help me.
And i pray for a miracle, that i will be that much closer to making it to honours. i am bloody desperate. very very very desperate in fact. help me!
Speakth at... 11:32 PM
Sunday, November 19, 2006
stamford sent me this. i pray that i can be an angel to you who is reading this as well. and that someday, i will help you out in your time of need.
Psalm 55:22 --- you really need to read this."Friends are God's way of taking care of us." This was written by a Hospice of Metro Denver physician.
I just had one of the most amazing experiences of my life, and wanted to share it with my family and dearest friends:
I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5, stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd., and the car started to choke and splutter and die - I barely managed to coast, cursing, into a gas station, glad only that I would not be blocking traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to wait for the tow truck. It wouldn't even turn over. Before I could make the call, I saw a woman walking out of the "quickie mart" building, and it looked like she slipped on some ice and fell into a Gas pump, so I got out to see if she was okay.
When I got there, it looked more like she had been overcome by sobs than that she had fallen; she was a young woman who looked really haggard with dark circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I helped her up, and I picked it up to give it to her. It was a nickel.
At that moment, everything came into focus for me: the crying woman, the ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back (1 in a car seat), and the gas pump reading $4.95.
I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help, and she just kept saying "I don't want my kids to see me crying," so we stood on the other side of the pump from her car. She said she was driving to California and that things were very hard for her right now. So I asked, "And you were praying?" That made her back away from me a little, but I assured her I was not a crazy person and said, "He heard you, and He sent me."
I took out my card and swiped it through the card reader on the pump so she could fill up her car completely, and while it was fueling, walked to the next door McDonald's and bought 2 big bags of food, some gift certificates for more, and a big cup of coffee. She gave the food to the kids in the car, who attacked it like wolves, and we stood by the pump eating fries and talking a little.
She told me her name, and that she lived in Kansas City. Her boyfriend left 2 months ago and she had not been able to make ends meet. She knew she wouldn't have money to pay rent Jan 1, and finally in desperation had finally called her parents, with whom she had not spoken in about 5 years. They lived in California and said she could come live with them and try to get on her feet there.
So she packed up everything she owned in the car She told the kids they were going to California for Christmas, but not that they were going to live there.
I gave her my gloves, a little hug and said a quick prayer with her for safety on the road. As I was walking over to my car, she said, "So, are you like an angel or something?"
This definitely made me cry. I said, "Sweetie, at this time of year angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people."
It was so incredible to be a part of someone else's miracle. And of course, you guessed it, when I got in my car it started right away and got me home with no problem. I'll put it in the shop tomorrow to check, but I suspect the mechanic won't find anything wrong.
Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you that you can hear the flutter of their wings...
Psalms 55:22 "Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee. He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved."
Speakth at... 8:48 PM
Monday, November 13, 2006
今、影分身のじゅつがほしいですよ! ナルトの力、貸して下さい!
sorry, juz feel kinda stressed.... i noe its impossible, but one can hope rite? hee. oh well... shan't blog for some time. will be married to my sch library, my fav lush station, and the mountain of notes that await me. hope they'll be able to stay in my brain. :S
Speakth at... 8:31 PM
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Juz got a hold of this poem, or story, watever you may wanna call it from uncle bc. thanks brother. i think this has caused some understanding within me that i have suspected for some time. that i have some gifts from my Maker that i haven't unlock yet, but they lie dormant inside of me, waiting to be released. these gifts refer to my spiritual gifts, and all i have to do is to ask my Maker to show them to me, and allow Him to unlock them. i think it is a frightening and exciting experience because i will never know what i will get. it is likened to a boy opening up Christmas presents on Christmas day, thinking of what lies under the wrapping. tHaNk GoD!
"How come you've left so many gifts unopened on the floor? They have your name on them, they belong to you, they are yours for the taking---if only you will receive them. What is that you say? That they can't be yours, you have your share already. They must be someone else's. There must be some mistake? You're afraid of what so-and-so will say when they see you unwrapping that gift---you fear their reaction, their envy. Go on open up your package, see what is inside your gift box. You'll be amazed at how I knew exactly what to give you---the perfect fit for you right now---in fact, just what you've always wanted, but you didn't even know it. Go on open it! You can trust me. I am the master gift-giver. I never make mistakes, or give the wrong size, or color, or fit. But, please do hurry and open it, to enjoy it and to share it with others, so they can benefit from your gift too. That's my whole purpose for giving gifts...not for you to put them back in the box, to keep them safe, or even put them in a glass cabinet, to look at and admire. No, all my gifts are for my children to use, to help their brothers and sisters, not to make anyone else jealous or feel less fortunate. As I said, I see a number of unopened packages, gift wrapped especially for you. They are yours. I'm right here, waiting, longing to see you unwrap them, and to see the look of joy and wonder on your face."
Speakth at... 1:07 AM
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
this is a short blog
kudos to ma black brother! mr DUTT! (",) you know wat i'm talkin abt
Speakth at... 11:39 PM
+ ernest tan
+ singaporean
+ gemini
+ rat
+ attached and in love
+ university student
+ biathlete cum waterboy
+ sporty
+ fun loving
+ exercise freak
+ friendly
+ impatient
+ Christian
+ water polo
+ swimming
+ running
+ chatting with friends
+ eating good food
+Road Bike
+Harry Potter 7th Book
+Aasics Gel kayano shoes x3