tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35906456511993038332023-11-16T23:25:36.286+08:00coz you're thereIgGyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08335860440733574975noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590645651199303833.post-25088451967464755632017-08-26T13:17:00.000+08:002017-08-26T13:19:23.494+08:00Why join WYC?Why join Working Youth Conference?<br />
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<b>1) Because everyone wears Adidas in WYC!</b><br />
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Yes, you'll get a three stripes t-shirt. This is in WYC 2013 in Bintulu.<br />
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Now, let's get serious, Why join WYC?<br />
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<b>2) Allow some quiet time for yourself.</b><br />
We live in a noisy world, like it or not, we are being bombarded with various types of media promoting different ideas to us, just go on FB, the number of posts shared and reshared. I wonder did they even put a filter on the posts.<br />
How can WYC be quiet time for yourself? While it's there's so much activities and music and songs and chit chatting going around?<br />
1 of the main activity for WYC that prominently stood out is going to be the Praise and Worship (P&W). You probably are familiar with this, P&W allows you to have your own personal time intimately with your soul and God, thru the musics, you can enters into a deeper awareness of yourself, it's open up a whole new dimension, you speak to God and praise Him sincerely although you remains silence and just listening you know it's a heavenly place on earth. Through here, amidst the 'noise' you hear, it is where you get into a quiet moment with yourself, even more, with His presence. You'll grow into a deeper understanding of yourself.<br />
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<b>3) Learning about the society and how to give back.</b><br />
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Back in 2013 WYC, we conducted an outreach activity to the urban poor area along Jalan Kidurong Bintulu. We all play an important role in the society, be it business owner, workers, or volunteers we ought to provide helps to others, it's the basic human instinct to help. That is why helping others makes us feel good, it is encoded in our biology. The outreach program provides an insight to modern day social issues where you will chat with the people, getting to understand different situations of life. It may enlighten you and it will definitely help you to understand more about yourself and how your can contribute back thru various means.<br />
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<b>4) Providing you a deeper meaning of work.</b><br />
After all, it's about working youth (self employed included). Youth is a special category of people, they holds the future, energetic and hopeful for it. Thus, oftentimes it may seems like a roller coaster rides of life, I realise after attending WYC, it provides me a sense of purpose for work, why I works? Why it is important that I must perform in my works? And that every challenges I face, it's an opportunity for me to perform. And most importantly, God's grace in all of this.<br />
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<b>5) Getting to know more people.</b><br />
For me, this is the fun parts as I'm still new in town, getting to know more people expanded my network and useful. It build meaningful friendship and supports.<br />
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There are many other reasons to join WYC, and it's all about getting to know more about you, after all, knowing God is knowing life.<br />
Why not experience it yourself? Take some time off, do good to yourself, join WYC to find out more about yourself and building a relationship with God that will definitely help you in your life and career. And may you be blessed always.<br />
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WhatsApp Roy at 013 838 1491 for registration.<br />
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This year Working Youth Conference will be held from 31 August 2017 to 2 September at John Van Der Laar hall, St. Anthony Church Bintulu.<br />
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Sincerely,<br />
WYC 2013 participant.<br />
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This article is a sincere expression and oppinion of the author and the author hope to inspire more youth to join the WYC to experience more of life and to live a fulfilling life and bring greater meaning to their working life thus building a better society.<br />
<br />IgGyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08335860440733574975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590645651199303833.post-34700223597919181442009-12-03T23:33:00.002+08:002009-12-03T23:42:16.301+08:00Prayer of a StudentI found this when I was packing my stuffs.<br />This have been my prayer, it was pasted on my study table during my matriculation in Labuan.<br />I think this is a great prayer, meaningful and a very humble prayer.<br />I get it from somewhere, probably from the internet.<br /><br />Here, I share it with all of you, may this prayer be an encouragement and comfort for you as university students.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Prayer of a Student</span><br /><br />Oh loving and merciful God,<br />my whole existence depends on You.<br />I ask You to send your Holy Spirit into my heart and my mind.<br /><br />Fill me with your grace, beyond my own personal strength,<br />so that I can dedicate the time and energy that I need to study.<br /><br />Give me the strength to resist the distractions from studying.<br />When I am studying by myself, help me to remember that You are my companion,<br />and I am never truly alone.<br /><br />Help my lecturers to explain things clearly.<br />Help me to respect them.<br />Help me to pay attention and listen well in class.<br /><br />Give me the courage to ask questions when I don't understand.<br />Give me the humility to ask for help when I need it.<br />Help me to accept the grades that I get<br />after I have done all that I can do.<br /><br />Give me the spirit of gratitude<br />for the privilege of studying in this university,<br />while most people in the world will never have such a rare opportunity.<br /><br />Help me to make the most of the wonderful gifts you have given me,<br />and to return them to you with generosity.<br /><br />You have been with me through rough times in the past.<br />Help me to trust that you are here with me now.<br /><br />Give me hope for the future,<br />and help me to trust that, whatever the future brings,<br />You are already there waiting for me,<br />with your loving embrace.<br /><br />I offer you this prayer through your Son,<br />My Lord, and Saviour Jesus Christ,<br />who lives and reigns with You, forever and ever.<br /><br />Amen.<br /></div>IgGyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08335860440733574975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590645651199303833.post-66621392957969028752009-11-11T05:03:00.003+08:002009-11-11T05:07:30.098+08:003 questions to ask yourself<span xmlns=""><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;" >Usually when some we meet young little baby who start to learn to speak, the most common thing that we will tend to do is playing with the baby, either its a boy or girl and try to talk or communicate with him/her. I often noticed that the first question someone would ask most is<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;" >1)What is your name? or Who are you? 2)Where are you going? 3) What do you want?.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;" >These three questions are the most frequent asked to a baby. And realize it or not, its one of the earliest questions that you and me are being asked by almost everyone that come in contact with us. Even when we are kid trying to buy some sweets, candy or groceries, we are often faced with this questions.So come to think of it, there must be something about these questions, why people often ask about it. So finally i realized that these three questions are the most important and most significant questions ever asked, during the period of where we began to learn take control of our life. This questions is so important that our answers to these determined our life. So let us look at these questions.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;" ><strong>1) What is your name?</strong><br /> <strong>or Who are you?</strong><br /> </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;" >Our name for us is so significant that it stick to us for the rest of our life. What does our name mean for us, is so important that it give us an image of ourself. Therefore our name accompanies us throughout our lifetime. The other questions that indirectly arise from asking about our name is "who are we?" or simply "who am I?". Remember Jackie Chan's movie entitled Who am I? how a "fresh" and "new" person with not much memory of his pass which make him more or less like a new born baby seek to know his identity. What we define our name, also define our characteristic, define OURSELF.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;" >So as a person, we need to constantly remind ourselve this question, and the answer might not be the same but until you have really defined yourself, then the answers most probably remains the same forever. We need to know ourself first before others know us; we need to be able to create our own self-image. A positive self-image creates a positive you! and a positive image of yourself to your surroundings. Therefore, every time you look into a mirror and saw a reflection of yourself, you probably need to ask yourself again the same question and answer POSITIVEY about your own self.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;" >No one is able to answer that question perfectly for you except yourself. Give a good impression to yourself, pat yourself at the back if you need it because you are a positive, you are beautiful as yourself, you are capable of uncountable great things, and you love yourself. When you have done this, you feel happier, energy starts to fill you up and you know you are capable. And most importantly, your values are created, and when you go out to work and live your life, it is derived and come out and the things that you will do all starts for your own definitions of "Who I am?" so this bring us to the second question. Remember this, the question, "who am I?" need to be so strongly and clearly defined, and it will be the most important question of our life, that is why often asked first. Because the answer to this particular question lead us and guide us to answer the next two important questions.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;" ><strong>2) Where are you going?</strong><br /> </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;" >When we are able to know who we are, we then realise, its not enough to only now "Who am I?", then we raised another question, "where am I going?".Our answers to these question determined our destinations in live, either we are going to our parents, or going towards some attractive toys across the room. These question give us destination of our life, and in other sense it mean that we are able to set where are we going, no one are able to set us our direction. Parents can guide or direct us, or sometime even forcing us into college, or course we did not want to but it is our choice to set our destination either to be the best student, to walk up on graduation day to receive awards or to be a slacker. The "destination" and the way we are going to reach it is our choice.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;" >Therefore it is the best to make the best decisions, plan the best way to reach our destinations and start doing it so that we can reach it one day. When we are put into a new environment or location, either we like it or not, we still can decide on our answer to "where am I going?". Where are you heading is always your decision to make. No matter in good or bad situation you ought to make the best decision for yourself. After we set our destination, after we know where are we going, then the next question pop in.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;" ><strong>3) What do you want?So what do you want?</strong><br /> </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;" >This are the most frequent questions we ask others. Take note on your everyday life and see how many times this questions appear and being asked by you and to you. Probably you will find it that almost every questions start or somehow contain this question like "what?" or "what do you want?". Most importantly, its not what we want others to do for us is important, its what we want. There are many things in life, that we want after we set where are we going, then we start to think "what do I want?" and "what do I need to reach my destinations?". Therefore we start to imagine material stuffs, like money, a car or maybe a Mercedes, BMW, or private jet plane so that we reach our ultimate goal immediately which is to live like no one else, to enjoy like no one else,for most of us.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;" >The third question is the most dangerous one, that's why it is often asked the last to a baby. It is so tricky and dangerous that our answer to it, will determine our fullness of life. When we start to imagine things that we want like money, various tools for us to get to our final destination we start to lose control and forget the answer to the first question, "who am I?". The most funny thing that I found out is that, when we imagine about the material things that we want, we often get more and more and it seems like no end to it, there must be something more, we think. And when we set our "wants" to material things, we start working for "things", we are no more the person we answered in the first question. Things seems more nicer, and getting better when we achieved things, when we get the things we want. One thing i realise, is when you want something so much, that eventually you become possessive, and this possessiveness start to make you loss control, make you start making shortcuts to reach your destination, make you think that you are in control of the things you have, you protect the things with your life instead of protecting your own values, yourself!.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;" >You see, we have to realise that no a single thing or person that we are able to control. Everything is control by God, at this time you have it, it might be taken from you the next moment. Nothing! nothing in this world that we are able to control, including the things we owned.But there is one thing that we are able to take full time control, that is ourself. I am in control of myself, you are in control of yourself. I am in control of me, my body, my mind, my thoughts and my spirit. So do not want something that is material, instead want something that is benefit to yourself, which the values that defined you in the very first question. Want love, honestly, peace, happiness, and kindness. All you need is yourself, the one being that you can control. When you set your "wants" on good values like love, you work hard to reach love, to get love, to be love and to love. So you see, at here, we can get what we want all the time, we fight with our life, to defend "love", "peace", and "honestly let's say. These "wants" of us keep us close to ourself, to our original self and we are getting more control of ourself, we felt happiness flow constantly because we are being ourself, the person we at first intended to be. So dear friends, do not set your "wants" as something material, because it will never last and when we loss control of it, we became possessive. Instead, set your "wants" as some virtues, something you can control, something that keeps you as you, the things that defined you earlier. So when you get the right "wants" it motivates you, it keeps you away for sins and evils.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;" >So in the end, it is these three questions that actually give us our "life". When we have the correct answers for our-self that we are able to live to the fullness of being ourselves, something that we desired at first. It is OK, when we made the wrong answers, because we can always ask ourself back the questions again until we are satisfy with the answers. In the end, it is YOU than define YOU.<br /></span></p></span>IgGyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08335860440733574975noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590645651199303833.post-61254545432067597932009-10-15T02:57:00.000+08:002009-10-15T02:58:56.199+08:00Earn money! money! money! money!<a href="http://peoplestring.com/?f=ignatiuschin"><img src="http://peoplestring.com/images/ads/official_logo_hi_res_shirt.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Well.. you guys can click on the above link... and get register and start earning money... bring ur friends and earn more...IgGyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08335860440733574975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590645651199303833.post-30972433781406106282009-09-26T21:52:00.000+08:002009-09-26T21:54:49.539+08:00High Dynamic Range Imaging<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQreL_lPHl6ogXpeAAu-h1Em1EaMhzbcA4_m8naMTCSw7Uv_UW8tDRsw7Kv7U6BqhF-TbY66jj-5-ECRg6TDpa2MNYWT4dww6vgXG2SXpLibB-B2cmsvIOzPmckOhiTYPcE3KFYcc2ktk/s1600-h/DSCN8821_2_tonemapped.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQreL_lPHl6ogXpeAAu-h1Em1EaMhzbcA4_m8naMTCSw7Uv_UW8tDRsw7Kv7U6BqhF-TbY66jj-5-ECRg6TDpa2MNYWT4dww6vgXG2SXpLibB-B2cmsvIOzPmckOhiTYPcE3KFYcc2ktk/s400/DSCN8821_2_tonemapped.jpg" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>IgGyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08335860440733574975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590645651199303833.post-21415492836524152132009-09-15T19:23:00.000+08:002009-09-15T19:23:33.467+08:00Leather Care Instructions by Bonia<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghpwZ8HnWIbB3NE3g5l8oHa4QBpK57G3GUfgbEGamPztW7P8SHbuoDiUUWb5ibA6pk87qh_1BkDUXEoJ0CE7JmxYOw26TmUMU3pRvnGbkQEPmSOOg16MufRWRzf_K_h3U5GFStuRpORgc/s1600-h/DSC03961.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghpwZ8HnWIbB3NE3g5l8oHa4QBpK57G3GUfgbEGamPztW7P8SHbuoDiUUWb5ibA6pk87qh_1BkDUXEoJ0CE7JmxYOw26TmUMU3pRvnGbkQEPmSOOg16MufRWRzf_K_h3U5GFStuRpORgc/s400/DSC03961.JPG" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>IgGyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08335860440733574975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590645651199303833.post-35297335776203981802009-09-12T22:12:00.000+08:002009-09-12T22:13:55.382+08:00Want<h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{"type":"name"}"> </span><span class="UIStory_Message">"Want, when you really want something, you develop a passion towards it, you start to form your personality towards it. Want without passion is just like an empty dreams, nothing, useless, it just a 'want;" -Ignatius, 2009</span></h3>IgGyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08335860440733574975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590645651199303833.post-20934020207894397312009-08-31T18:07:00.000+08:002009-08-31T18:09:18.542+08:00MV Doulos<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPzNeLQKMAHb2jbCxXg4bYw2rjTQa9nKW_ryxQvteMveZMb2uH3LpE10NER8CiY8VjLe1YRGQgfSLtvx55aA3Fhj2qm1r2KC56rcIt-bfUx_QLjTIBEzj9rNXEjjjXL0T8Vene3Vr6FkA/s1600-h/MV+Doulos+KK.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPzNeLQKMAHb2jbCxXg4bYw2rjTQa9nKW_ryxQvteMveZMb2uH3LpE10NER8CiY8VjLe1YRGQgfSLtvx55aA3Fhj2qm1r2KC56rcIt-bfUx_QLjTIBEzj9rNXEjjjXL0T8Vene3Vr6FkA/s400/MV+Doulos+KK.JPG" /></a> </div><br />MV Doulos in Kota Kinabalu 29 August 2009. <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /></a></div>IgGyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08335860440733574975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590645651199303833.post-6311852294088793682009-08-07T02:45:00.000+08:002009-08-07T02:45:36.579+08:00The haze is back!<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ivIDnydFi48xlJ59qkzD7Wp2fwSycFThbNcAtLIQsb9RpS_grhRYwSY5z7PC56N9xFiT4TGtlIgFtmu2f5XMRWtn90cX1isS1CM6p5fjWp0pWKQz5mjzPAWi76AgeGo-Yj21FfxOxG8/s1600-h/DSC03883.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ivIDnydFi48xlJ59qkzD7Wp2fwSycFThbNcAtLIQsb9RpS_grhRYwSY5z7PC56N9xFiT4TGtlIgFtmu2f5XMRWtn90cX1isS1CM6p5fjWp0pWKQz5mjzPAWi76AgeGo-Yj21FfxOxG8/s400/DSC03883.JPG" /></a> </div><br />The haze is back.<br />Stop open burning! use a nature friendlier way, please!<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>IgGyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08335860440733574975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590645651199303833.post-62454553982712871782009-08-06T21:25:00.000+08:002009-08-06T21:26:07.242+08:00No idea what tittle.<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR3ra1oz3umewfA3DWdygYHEycjKUeqtpDgka_VmKfd1et58AKYMmucE_AOOZS_wWOpNUr9ySxOd1O3otEH4TWbHrXD_B5OoORvmvjM3KjP_Xrcs1DroBUsB8YOyf7nnx12TmiIphE8oA/s1600-h/sk8.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR3ra1oz3umewfA3DWdygYHEycjKUeqtpDgka_VmKfd1et58AKYMmucE_AOOZS_wWOpNUr9ySxOd1O3otEH4TWbHrXD_B5OoORvmvjM3KjP_Xrcs1DroBUsB8YOyf7nnx12TmiIphE8oA/s400/sk8.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Playing Skate at Unimas<br />Skate: Sharon's<br />Picture taken using SE K800i, BestPic Mode.<br />Edited with Adobe PS CS3<br />Final touchup by PhotoScape<br /></div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>IgGyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08335860440733574975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590645651199303833.post-65792126021863376092009-06-29T03:28:00.000+08:002009-06-29T03:28:18.401+08:00Steps...<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlLA2uCh4JRqTFZrgfAughYhlXMkeOrNwDJBnT52tUTav2PUw0XxwDKTY8UCnlQNKLu_auOa_yqESp2JPxRerjFoFyJGXzGreWv45X92SOcKjFqkg_2dW6HAu8ujjqygCGilOzpbhPezs/s1600-h/steps.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlLA2uCh4JRqTFZrgfAughYhlXMkeOrNwDJBnT52tUTav2PUw0XxwDKTY8UCnlQNKLu_auOa_yqESp2JPxRerjFoFyJGXzGreWv45X92SOcKjFqkg_2dW6HAu8ujjqygCGilOzpbhPezs/s400/steps.jpg" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>IgGyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08335860440733574975noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590645651199303833.post-86002235754945236032009-06-18T01:03:00.000+08:002009-06-18T01:59:18.814+08:00What is democracy?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYzFi7qMMnp659C-nysfwZipcNGxJHMaiMspdpxEQDL8W-IdtOVWWYqZ0JyalnX3MsKbZKX4ZE_z5Gvmb4KHWZc1UsRLm_6jgeIgPVLcBBG9FKXLUEffhmuPfeAj73XXUjhevmOe_qmqY/s1600-h/Welcome_to_democracy_w480.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYzFi7qMMnp659C-nysfwZipcNGxJHMaiMspdpxEQDL8W-IdtOVWWYqZ0JyalnX3MsKbZKX4ZE_z5Gvmb4KHWZc1UsRLm_6jgeIgPVLcBBG9FKXLUEffhmuPfeAj73XXUjhevmOe_qmqY/s400/Welcome_to_democracy_w480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348343619929809474" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">picture taken from website of National Museum of Australia.<br /></div><br />I watched this video on YouTube, they run a <span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" >"what is democracy?"</span> video competition, it's called the <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Democracy Challenge, Your voice your video</span>. And found some nice videos on what is democracy is all about. I'll share some here...<br /><br />This is a nice meaningful one. Well done.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AzY1gB4n8Zk&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AzY1gB4n8Zk&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />The other one, a real nice cartoon, probably can be use to educate some young minds on what is democracy...<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Arn8Fp1jyok&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Arn8Fp1jyok&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Well, come to think of it, I wonder what is democracy... So this is what democracy is to me?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Democracy is...</span><br />- <span style="font-size:130%;">People's power</span>... its like <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >empowering</span> people.<br />- "Its not the government that should be governing the people, its the <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" >people that should be governing the government</span>" one of my friend's dad told me this last year which I found is quite true.<br />- <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" >freedom of speech~!!</span> of cause, we should always talk in a nice way as our parents taught us to, that's include <span style="font-style: italic;">no harsh or bad words</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">no shouting </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >unless its necessary</span>. Freedom of speech mean I can say what I think you can improve on, what's wrong with your governing and not get caught. Without the freedom of speech, there's no democracy.<br />- <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:times new roman;">My country love me</span></span> as I love my country, my country treat me fairly.<br />- <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">"Rules of Law"</span></span> the law is above all in the country, including the leaders, no one can escape and find excuse against the law. If you bombed someone with some explosive, you should be judged accordingly.<br />- Not "a personal matter"<br />- <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >Freedom to choose</span></span>.<br />- <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Human rights</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">. </span>Yes, democracy is a human right! Democracy is our rights.<br /><br />What democracy is not...<br />- <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">"A personal matter..."</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" >it's</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">everyone's matter</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">. </span><br />-<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">"A personal matter..."</span></span> when a beautiful foreigner is being raped.<br />- <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">"You better shut the fuck up or I'll get you in jail..."</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">it's</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">"voice it out and you shall be heard."</span><br />- <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">"You should listen to me!"</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">it's</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">"I shall hear from you..."</span><br />- <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">"I pay you, you vote me"</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">it's</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">"Choose me if you think I can deliver, Please!"</span></span><br />-<span style="font-style: italic;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">"I am alone talking here!"</span> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" >it's</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">everyone talking</span>, its<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">everyone's country.</span><br />- <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">"Your future is in my hands"</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" >it's</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"Our futures in in your hands"</span><br />- <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">"Shut up you poor and dirty!"</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">it's</span> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">"Help me help you."</span><br />- <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">"Its not we'll help you soon"</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" >it's</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">"We'll help you now!"</span><br />- <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">"I own this, its mine"</span> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" >it's</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">"We own this, its ours!"</span><br />- <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">"Oil price is rising, as a nett oil exporter country, we need to earn more"</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" >it's</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"as a nett oil exporter country how we can help our own people?"</span><br />- <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">"Elections is near, what can we do?"</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" >it's</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">"Elections is just over, what can we do?"</span><br /><br />Ok... enough with that, I can get more ideas flowing out my minds right now.<br /><br />So what do you think of Democracy? What democracy is?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Democracy is what we need</span></div>IgGyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08335860440733574975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590645651199303833.post-18960528764682508002009-06-17T00:54:00.000+08:002009-06-17T00:54:35.667+08:00Merlot<div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8v4rb78m5S6BmkR7BrBkazjGwKXQJUE-cKm0p2BzozIbunhJmsf-ctkmiNduT-9O5dH8xw_LgPRuPDgzzWUWlLZ7VpxHI6QxrogVuGN4SPdGvXwtaxBz5C7e3IMMK5CauQwWg9Wujnb8/s1600-h/DSCN6101.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8v4rb78m5S6BmkR7BrBkazjGwKXQJUE-cKm0p2BzozIbunhJmsf-ctkmiNduT-9O5dH8xw_LgPRuPDgzzWUWlLZ7VpxHI6QxrogVuGN4SPdGvXwtaxBz5C7e3IMMK5CauQwWg9Wujnb8/s400/DSCN6101.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><br />A nice wine, very sour for some people yet I found it just nice, high fruity note and good after taste.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>IgGyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08335860440733574975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590645651199303833.post-14728021207895355852009-06-08T01:12:00.000+08:002009-06-09T01:35:15.711+08:00A warm sunset<div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcjjP5MOVIYu6x4-1S2J-IUQPs8zO3Ki0zuVqQvQ3R3wbObV171ddrJIK5MfZtzig2UyMkR4WoTj00ZUsbByT8Ncqxycw7IJP8Br2R2w0cM9JpMZJECAccNCGyrUVZ69mFrfHsGuMVMzE/s1600-h/DSCN5683.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcjjP5MOVIYu6x4-1S2J-IUQPs8zO3Ki0zuVqQvQ3R3wbObV171ddrJIK5MfZtzig2UyMkR4WoTj00ZUsbByT8Ncqxycw7IJP8Br2R2w0cM9JpMZJECAccNCGyrUVZ69mFrfHsGuMVMzE/s400/DSCN5683.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>IgGyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08335860440733574975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590645651199303833.post-51751936128051889582009-05-30T23:23:00.000+08:002009-05-31T00:10:09.917+08:00An interview with Ms. JessieI found no ideas to update my blog, and seen Ms. Jessie ask me to update my blog, I found a good reason to interview her for this post... haha...<br /><br />Iggy: First question, What is your name?<br />Jessie: Jessica Bulding. friends call me Jessie or Jess<br /><br />Iggy: Erm... so.. you have just finish ur study.. right?. give me 1 word that describe ur university<br />Jessie: Modern!<br />Iggy: Woah~! nice word. Why would you describe it as modern? any particular event or things about your university that make u think its modern?<br />Jessie: i think of all IPTA (not including the recent ones..kolej uni wch change into Uni)..unimas is modern in terms of designs and facilities.<br /><br />Iggy: Wat is the most memorable thing about university for u... may it be an event, someone or something...<br />Jessie: I knew that you would have ask this... Well, too much memories actually.<br />Iggy: Well, well.. among the memory.. wat is the happiest one?<br />Jessie: Oh.. happy ones. hrmm... Let me think first... ... xmas dinner in jan 2009!<br />Iggy: I see, why would that be so happy about? I remembered you went with your boyfriend that time.<br />Jessie: cause it was my first experience performing in an event..and us getting closer..practicing for those songs. And most my boyfriend can make it for the event to see my performing. That's so wonderful and a great performance well done. Kris and Farhan were there, and all of us look as elegant as can be. And I sang a duet with the lovely Kathleen...a christmas song.."Little Drummer Boy".<br /><br />Iggy: ok.. that's the happiest 1... how about scary.. any scary encounter in unimas? or supernatural event?<br />Jessie: supernatural encounter would be at the Unit Keselamatan.<br />Iggy: What happened?<br />Jessie: Me n Kris were there.. i was registering sticker for my car.. then there's a sound coming from a door nearby..like someone banging and playing with the doorknob. As for the most scary one will the about the thuderstorm in Unimas, where a girl was stuck by lightning.<br /><br />Iggy: Well... would you consider yourself a good students back then?<br />Jessie: I think, i was a good student in terms of completing all the assignments,project and passing my exams.<br />Iggy: In other aspects?<br />Jessie: like other students, i bad-mouthed some lecturers but i never had the guts to confront them. then, i did broke some rules but considered not that serious.<br />Iggy: Which lecturer you dislike the most... dun mention the name.. but why u dun like him or her?<br />Jessie: that one.. haha.. because he looked down on some students and not that student-friendly<br /><br />Iggy: Any sad memories? except the one separating from everyone.<br />Jessie: oh..oklah. when my kancil <span style="font-style:italic;">dilanggar org</span> (hit by someone)and I was not even there.<br />Iggy: owh.. that's sad.<br /><br />Iggy: how would you describe what you have learned in unimas?... Give me one word for Biotech.<br />Jessie: COMPLEX... no.. i think COMPLICATED would be more suitable.<br /><br />Iggy: According to your experience... what is the five things that is necessary to survive in University?<br />Jessie: things? if i use values can?<br />Iggy: no necessary <span style="font-style:italic;">nilai nilai moral</span>, can be things, or something or someone with certain characteristic or some values.. stuffs like tat.<br />Jessie: Of cause, No. 1 is sufficient money, to eat especially. Everyone knows, no food, no eat then die... Haha... No.2 Self-control.<br />Iggy: Why "self-control"?<br />Jessie: For example..if u wanna try something new and not necessarily good..u must know when to stop and consider what's better for yourself and everyone else around you. then,can avoid any <span style="font-style:italic;">beban</span> (burden) to our dear parents also. Do it but with self-control.<br /><br />Iggy: Ok.. what is the next thing for campus survival?<br />Jessie: No.3 the Key to ur apartment or hostel room.<br />Iggy: Haha.. why would you consider the key as the 3rd must have stuff?<br />Jessie: cause i <span style="font-style:italic;">pernah</span> (ever) left my key in the room..at night. no staff to help..the felo is <span style="font-style:italic;">ehem</span>,USELESS.<br /><br />Jessie: No.4 is Laptop or PC, every students now would surely need that. and the Last one is Good friends to keep you sane!<br />Iggy: Haha... Well Ms. Jessie, would you like to dedicate this interview for all your good friend in your university life?<br />Jessie: Sure, to all my good friend. They will be reading this and they'll know.<br /><br />Iggy: Well, Jessie, that's all for today interview, thank you very much.<br />Jessie: Thank you Mr. Chin.IgGyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08335860440733574975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590645651199303833.post-46954992278913236072009-01-07T19:13:00.001+08:002009-01-07T19:35:33.232+08:00You've got TAGGED~!!!<span xmlns=""><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>LETTER MEME INSTRUCTIONS:</strong><br /></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>1. DO THE "LETTER MEME".</strong><br /></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>2. TAG NO LESS THAN 3 OTHER PEOPLE.</strong><br /></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>3. THEN COPY THE "HOW-TO" LETTER MEME,AND FINISH YOUR JOURNAL ENTRY.</strong><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Dear (the last person who text messaged you),<br />I don't really know how to tell you this, but (1). I think I realized it (2)(3) and I saw you (4)(5). I'm sure you're (6) enough to understand (7). I'm returning (8) to you, but I'll keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10)(11). (12), (Your name)<br /></strong></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Ok… Now I would like to tag </span>Sandra<span style="color:#ff6600;">, <a href="http://jessfromwithin.blogspot.com/"></span>Jessie<span style="color:#ff6600;">, </a></span>Kris<span style="color:#ff6600;">, and </span>Nickson<span style="color:#ff6600;">, and you who read this! Wakaka…<br /></span></strong></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">1. WHAT'S THE COLOUR OF YOUR SHIRT?</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#548dd4;"><em>Blue - Our romance is over</em></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Red - Our affair is over</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">White - I'll join the monastery</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Black - I dislike you</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Green - Our horoscope doesn't match</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Grey - You're a pervert</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Yellow - I'm selling myself</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Pink - Your nostrils are insulting</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Brown - The mafia wants you</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">No shirt - You're a loser</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Other - I'm in love with your sister</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">2. WHICH IS YOUR BIRTH MONTH?</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">January - That night</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">February - Last year</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">March - When your dwarf bit me</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">April - When I tripped on sesame seeds</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">May - First of May</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">June - When you put cuffs on me</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">July - When I threw up</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">August - When I saw the shrunken head</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">September - When we skinny dipped</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#548dd4;"><em>October - When I quoted Santa</em></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">November - When your dog ran amok</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">December - When I changed tennis shoes</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">3. WHICH FOOD DO YOU PREFER?</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Tacos - In your apartment</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Pizza - In your camping car</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Pasta - Outside of Chicago</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Hamburgers - Under the bus</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Salad - As you ate enchilada</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Chicken - In your closet</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Kebabs - With Paris Hilton</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Fish - In woman's clothing</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#548dd4;"><em>Lasagna - At the mental hospital</em></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Hot dog - Under a state of trance</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">None of the above - With George Bush and his wife</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">4. WHAT'S THE COLOUR OF YOUR SOCKS?</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Yellow - Hit on</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Red - Insult</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Black - Ignore</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Blue - Knock out</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Purple - Pour syrup on</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">White - Carve your initials into</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#548dd4;"><em>Grey - Pull the clothes off</em></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Brown - Put leeches on</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Orange - Castrate</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Pink - Pull the toupee off</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Barefoot- Sit on</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Other - Drive out</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">5. WHAT'S THE COLOUR OF YOUR UNDERWEAR?</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">White - My father</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Grey - Bill Clinton</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#548dd4;"><em>Black- My best friend</em></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Brown - My fart balloon</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Purple - My mustard soufflé</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Red - Donald Duck</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Blue - My avocado plant</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Yellow - My pen-pal in Ghana</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Orange - My Kid Rock-collection</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">None - My John F. Kennedy statue</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Other - The crazy monk</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">6. WHAT DO YOU PREFER TO WATCH ON TV?</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Scrubs - Man</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">O.C. - Emotional</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">One Tree Hill - Open</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#548dd4;"><em>Heroes - Frostbitten</em></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Lost- HighHouse - Scarred</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Simpsons - Cowardly</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">The news - Mongolic Idol - Masochistic</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Family Guy - Senile</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Top Model - Middle-class</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">None of the above - Ashamed</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">7. YOUR MOOD RIGHT NOW?</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Happy - How awful I've felt</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Sad - How boring you are</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Bored - That Santa Doesn't Exist</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Depressed - That we're cousins</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Excited - That there is no solution to this.</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Nervous - The middle-east</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Worried - That your Honda sucks</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Apathetic - That I did a sex-change</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Overjoyed - That I'm open</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#548dd4;"><em>Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks</em></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">8. WHAT'S THE COLOUR OF YOUR WALLS IN YOUR BEDROOM?</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Yellow - Your love letters</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#548dd4;"><em>White - Your ring</em></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Red - Your Darth Vader-poster</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Black - Your tame stone</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Blue - The couch cushions</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Green - The pictures from LA</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Orange - Your false teeth</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Brown - Your contact book</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Purple - Your old lottery coupons</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Pink - The cut toenails</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Other - Your memories from the military service</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">9. THE FIRST LETTER OF YOUR FIRST NAME?</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">A/B - Your photo</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">C/D - The oil stocks</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">E/F - Your neighbor Martin</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">G/H - My virginity</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#548dd4;"><em>I/J - The results of your blood-sample</em></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">K/L - Your best friend</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">M/N - Your suicide note</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">O/P - My common sense</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Q/R - Your mom</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">S/T - Your collection of butterflies</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">U/V - Your criminal record</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">W/X - David's tricot outfits</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Y/Z - Your grades from college</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">10. THE LAST LETTER IN YOUR LAST NAME?</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">A/B - Always will remember</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">C/D - Never will forget</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">E/F - Always wanted to break</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">G/H - Never openly mocked</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I/J - Always have felt dirty before</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">K/L - Will tell the authorities about</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#548dd4;"><em>M/N - Told in my confession today about</em></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">S/T - Get sick when I think of</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">U/V - Always will try to forget</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">W/X - Am better off without</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Y/Z - Never liked</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">11. WHAT DO YOU PREFER TO DRINK?</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#548dd4;"><em>Water- Our friendship</em></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Beer - Senility</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Soft drink - A new life as a clone</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Soda- The incarnation as an Eskimo</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Milk - The apartment building</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Wine - Cocaine abuse</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Cider - A passionate interest for mice</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Mineral water - Embarrassing rash</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Whiskey - To ruin the second world war</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Other - To hate the Boston Celtics</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">12. TO WHICH COUNTRY WOULD YOU PREFER TO GO ON A VACATION?</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Thailand - Warm regards</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">USA - Best regards</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Spain - Go and drown yourself</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">China - Disgusting regards</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Germany - With ease(Japan, BITCH!)</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Greece - Your everlasting enemy</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Egypt - Boo-hoo now</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#548dd4;"><em>France - In pain</em></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Other - Greetings to your freaky family</span></strong><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"><strong>And The Story Goes.....<br /></strong></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Dear </span><span style="color:#548dd4;">Amie</span><span style="color:#ff6600;">,<br />I don't really know how to tell you this, but </span><span style="color:#548dd4;"><em>Our romance is over</em></span><span style="color:#ff6600;">. I think I realized it </span><span style="color:#548dd4;"><em>When I quoted Santa</em></span><span style="color:#ff6600;"><br /></span><span style="color:#548dd4;"><em>At the mental hospital</em></span><span style="color:#ff6600;"> and I saw you </span><span style="color:#548dd4;"><em>Pull the clothes off</em></span><span style="color:#ff6600;"><br /></span><span style="color:#548dd4;"><em>My best friend</em></span><span style="color:#ff6600;">. I'm sure you're </span><span style="color:#548dd4;"><em>Frostbitten</em></span><span style="color:#ff6600;"> enough to understand </span><span style="color:#548dd4;"><em>That Extreme Home Makeover sucks</em></span><span style="color:#ff6600;">. I'm returning </span><span style="color:#548dd4;"><em>Your ring</em></span><span style="color:#ff6600;"> to you, but I'll keep </span><span style="color:#548dd4;"><em>The results of your blood-sample</em></span><span style="color:#ff6600;"> as a memory. You should also know that I </span><span style="color:#548dd4;"><em>Told in my confession today about</em></span><span style="color:#ff6600;"><br /></span><span style="color:#548dd4;"><em>Our friendship</em></span><span style="color:#ff6600;">. </span><span style="color:#548dd4;"><em>In pain</em></span><span style="color:#ff6600;">, </span><span style="color:#548dd4;">IgGy</span></strong></span></p></span><br /><a href="http://meaningful-to-me.blogspot.com/"></a>IgGyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08335860440733574975noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590645651199303833.post-45265292261499444042009-01-05T19:10:00.001+08:002009-01-05T20:23:45.754+08:00First day of final semester<div>Well, today mark the first day of my final semester.<br /><br />How I want my final semester to be? how? any suggestion readers???<br /><br />Today I went to the first class of the final semester, which turn our that the lecturer is still on his sweet holidays. Therefore, no class. And Jessie bought this horoscope monthly planner book and showed me this...<br /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287767228807926322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 489px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRTkNoUUO7wLa8hiOFsjOh1e09SRCCVu2d8hkV0f7UHnunXeWRov6vuoYaon4Mm-JOqyYk7rJssiMtlQXkcFnKSYRtlpMqaoOG7Lx3zcnJ3D_8L7Ywg9tKZg-5B8hedXTli_ytBWWTNlA/s400/DSC02232.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287783760441160242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 452px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiozSDAU0FvhWA5hff-dpTvLZRwY8mbG0XBODN6_PvqUy6pASmCPrWvd28KyeRMPQmq2GSYpVhCVHyqkv6zi1qq-yZZsJh9wvklYsbUyuGnouWUtQi7sG-X0If3G5bz0fEWTVSGegOmnfs/s400/DSC02232.JPG" border="0" />Libra- The Lame One</p><p align="center">Nice to everyone they meet. Their love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and sweet. Have own unique appeal. Most caring person you will ever met! However, not the kind of person you want to mess with... You might end up crying... Libras can cause as much havoc as they can prevent, faithful friend to the end. Can hold a grudge for years. Libras are someone you want on your side. Usually great at sports and are extreme sports fanatics.</p><p> </p><p>I found most of the personalities are quite true as I know myself. I am nice to everyone I met but not become close immediatly. Silly... LOL.. ya.. silly... And I care for everyone, the poor and sicks but some people just do not want to be cared or just won't appreciate it or just helpless that they never learn. And hell ya! Libra are not the person you wan to mess with, you might end up crying... hehe... so don't mess with me when I am serious... I still can forgive easily but kinda hard to forget, cos I don't want to be hurt again or being said I am bad when actually I just saying out what I felt, I don't want it to happen and happen again, its either I am helpless or you're helpless or both. and true... if Libras is on your side, they will defend you till the end.. friends till the end. Well, I don't know other libras but I am like that. And I love sports... and yes... extream sports! I love it... but not extreme so much till can have big risk like life risk. I enjoy skate... speeds! I love speeds... hehe... by the way... That's me! And yeah... libras are smart! hehe... Expressive and Sensitives, kinda~...<br /></p></div>IgGyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08335860440733574975noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590645651199303833.post-38699776355389739402009-01-02T11:09:00.000+08:002009-01-02T11:16:06.791+08:00“We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New- Edith Lovejoy Pierce (poet b.1904)IgGyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08335860440733574975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590645651199303833.post-24478455379686250252009-01-01T13:02:00.000+08:002009-01-01T14:31:50.978+08:00“Drop the last year into the silent limbo of the past. Let it go, for it was imperfect, and thank God that it can go.”<div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;">- Brooks Atkinson (American journalish and critic)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">~Happy New Year~</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Well, another year have ended and I felt that time fly by so fast, really fast! last year new year was in kk, in a blink of an eye, its another new year again. Now, let's see what we had in 2008.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">In 2008:</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">- My car got hit! </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">- The year where all Malaysian have a political tsunami... well, that's cool for me. We witness something new and see how each party will react.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">- And the petrol price shoot up during June, for the first time, the most increase of petrol price in Malaysia history, 41% to be exact. And everything get more expensive, you really can feel it, last time RM50 is enough for a week, now, with reduce useage and spending, RM50 last around 5days like tat... tat's mean RM10 for each day, for 3 meals, that is if you didn't spent on any other things, it left you with RM3.33 for every meal. Hehe...</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">- Then in 2008, petrol price turun lagi... but if according to history, with the crude oil price now, we can afford to have even cheaper petrol in Malaysia. What went wrong here? its not RM1.85 per liter.. it should be RM1.10 or something like that.. The market oil price is even cheaper than before the tremendous increase of petrol price in June, that's mean, at least, it must be not more expensive then the price before June (RM1.70)... and What went wrong here?</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">- Then in 2008, for the first time, I choose and bought my own handphone. For the past, my hp is present for my parents, or I just exchange it with my sister. **wink wink**. And somewhere around July, when I just started the new semester, some desperate guy came into my room and took my phone and wallet. So what can I do, things have gone and so it left me a choice to get a new phone and I get to choose my own. Yesh! Sony Ericsson K800i! that's my choice, it have a good camera furnished by Sony Cyber-Shot. And I like it so much, cause I like to take picture everywhere I go.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">- Then in 2008 also, can say, i enjoyed the most for my university life. Make some new frens... getting back with old frens. Go karaoke, dinner, and hang out with frens. Had my practical in KK, met some nice people there, make friend with my gf friends, met a great scientist too, stayed with a wonderful family there.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">- Then in 2008, fight the most with gf, we learned about each other more. Argue with one of my friend a lot also, we fight, we cutted, we learn and hopefully it heal fast and make us know more. </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">- Then in 2008, I think many of my friend changed. To change is easy, to know that you've change and still keep and remember the past is a must, that's why we study history.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">- So what else in 2008? But 2008 is a nice year... oh ya! in 2008! I started this blog!</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">- Well, the end of 2008 is not that much I've expected but its still ok with me... I'm cool with it, just let it be. But sad is that it will be the last year end with my university friends, well, something just didn't matter much for someone. But its ok... at least I've tried and I dreamt bout it. like sitting together at hartz, looking back the year, counting how many time we had hartz last year, seeing how each other changed physically and spiritually, someone really have been good this year and deserve a praise, looking back on what we have done together in the year and thinking on what we can do next year, then count down together or dance the nite out together. But its ok, like cinderella said... "A dream is a wish your heart made" and I've dream and I've tried. Problems come, problems go, we had cried, we had laught, we had fall, we had rise, we had failed, we had triumph, and we had start hopefully its not end.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">- To you my friend, I praise you and I thank you. Thank you for everything I had this year, thank you for the good ones that I may cherish and remember, thank you for the bad ones that I might learn and be stronger, for most of all, Thank you, coz You're there. Amen.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">And now... looking forward for all the great things and the fullness of life in 2009</span></div>IgGyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08335860440733574975noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590645651199303833.post-34307706293219772032008-12-31T10:55:00.000+08:002008-12-31T12:51:36.219+08:00“Christmas began in the heart of God. It is complete only when it reaches the heart of man.”Christmas Seasons...<br /><br />Everyone knows that when <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Christmas</span> season arrive, you'll see <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Christmas</span> decoration everywhere, in the street, the shop, houses, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">neighbourhood</span>. Well, i like to walk around the town and see all the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">christmas</span> decorations, somehow I found this banner in "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ngiu</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">kee</span>" which personally I think it has the most meaningful <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">christmas</span> decoration for public.<br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285785430964010722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo6keTpVaTh60FJwGPt3YTkQqPVVFr86Zsd_5xV8JaVAQ9aLlCXWyiZLXN84VLUxr8B_P7V1bYSaDjYdzKQEWBFRJqPbCZ_nAUfiQBL280EX-F82hNKpHrIx9aqv_I3ctDPSfHPx_6PCM/s400/DSC02001.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">"<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Faith</span> Hope & Love"<br />"My faith is found in you, You are my hope, I see love reaching for me."</p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A Christmas Sharing</span></strong></p><p align="left">Faith, Hope, and Love are the 3 most powerful things that a man can have. But everyone knows that "the greatest of these is Love" and this is what we really need in this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">christmas</span> seasons. If you don't have faith, or hope, at least... For God's sake, have love. I was touched when I see this banner, which <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">exactly</span> what I think somehow <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">portrayed</span> what <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">christmas</span> is. Christmas is about faith, not food, presents, or parties. Christmas is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">christmas</span>, the birth of Christ and is something tradition, that is why I don't like when the church play loud music band on Christmas masses, where is the sense of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">christmas</span>??? it's isn't about music or hard beaten drums. Where is the meaning of "silent night"??? Where is the traditional <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">christmas</span> mass where we sing sweet <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">christmas</span> carols with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">reverence</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">prayful-ness</span>? I remember a friend where he is a newborn christian, where he didn't go to church but only on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">christmas</span> day. He would say that he likes the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">christmas</span> atmosphere, the beautiful <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">twilight</span> everywhere, the nice choirs, and meaningful readings of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">christmas</span> where we are reminded again on our faith, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">christmas</span> happen because we went wrong somewhere, somehow, and when we lost our faith, hope and love that one man have to come down to bring us this 3 things. Christmas is hope, we celebrate the pass, to remind us of our presence life, as our reminded for our future, as our hope when in time of troubles. Born in the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">lowliest</span> place yet a king. This is our hope in time of despair and broken, we know that we have someone to accompanying us when we felt alone, someone guide us when we felt danger ahead, someone have provided us even when we do not ask for it. That's how <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">christmas</span> bring hope for us. When I was in the carolling team, one of my favourite song is "Christmas is a time to love". Yes! exactly! Christmas is born of Love, its all about Love. Its a time of love and to love. Christmas is a time where we felt loved and we should love everyone around us, starting from our family to strangers who's lonely this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Christmas</span>, to friends that do not understand what <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Christmas</span> is, to friends which are lonely during <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">Christmas</span>, to your enemies. Love them, for it is love that move a person heart. When you have love, there you find faith and hope then peace in your heart.</p><p align="left">Here are some <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Christmas</span> gifts suggestion:</p><span style="font-size:130%;"><blockquote><p align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">“Christmas gift suggestions:</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">To your enemy, forgiveness.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">To an opponent, tolerance.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">To a friend, your heart.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">To a customer, service.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">To all, charity.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">To every child, a good example. </span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">To yourself, respect.”</span> - Oren Arnold</p></blockquote></span><p align="left">May the spirit of this wonderful <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Christmas</span> season stay with you always throughout your life...</p><blockquote><p align="left"> </p></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote>IgGyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08335860440733574975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590645651199303833.post-37703320303770749882008-12-21T03:01:00.000+08:002008-12-21T03:54:28.354+08:00“Everyone makes mistakes. That's why there is an eraser on every pencil.”16/12/08<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">It was a lazy afternoon, my younger was in the church decorating for christmas. So I thought of going there go give some helps or maybe just to see what changes they have done at the church where I grew up and where I learn the most about life and love.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">During my teenage life, around form 2, when I met my hometown bestfren, Fernandez. Since then, we both are active in church in activities like Altar Server, Carollings, Choirs or Camps... It was one of the great memories during those days... Altar Server or some might call in Altar Boy is what teaches my a lot about service and fullness in doing something. I was the leader last time and I always teach the younger server to serve full heartedly as once you are a server, forever you are. In every aspect in life, service is essential. Every job created in this world is to give service to others. For me, life isn't about enjoying alone, gaining what you want, happiness, beauty, richness, its about service. We serve others first before we serve ourselves, that's the ultimate type of service. it is in life that we have the chance to serve others in need, reach out to see and touch, to serve and not to be serve. As a christian and altar servers especially, we are always reminded that the greatest servant is God himself, Jesus came into the world to serve and not to be serve. That's is the ultimate goal of giving a service, to serve and not to be serve. Some people might need returns like money for their service given out, but that is not the real sincere type of service. A true service comes from the heart, which is first to serve without asking. If you can understand the spirit of serving, then you can be a good server. to be first to serve means you know what is going to happen, to avoid the bad things happen to others by fast services. The sames goes to your relationship with anyone, a true relationship of spouses, friends, families and community is about serving. A husband should serve his wife and so as the wife should serve her husband, with full hearted in spirit of serving. To really serve mean to put aside your need, not ignoring them but put aside temporarily to serve others first. It goes the same in a friendship, if you are someone who treasure friendship, you will know that the key element that keep a friendship alive and strong is service. If either one side start to cease of serving, or only know how to be served, it surely won't last long, and the bonding will not be strong. Are you there when your spouse or friends need you? are you just there when they need you? or you are there, ready to serve without waiting? Do you try your best, or you think you have tried you best to serve? To serve, is not to wait until there is something needed to be done, it is always ready all the time, to try the best to serve. To love, you need to serve, because serving is the action of love. When you say "I love you", meaning to say "I am ready to serve you before my needs". "I give you first before me". </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I am really thankful that I have the chance of being an altar server in my life, which i really love the most, and learn the most about life especially the life of service. It is when I serve, I received the most. When I serve, I have the oppurturnity to be on the sanctuary, close to God, giving an example to peoples attending mass about reverance. As altar server, we taken vow, to serve God, His church and His people with full reverance and humility. I have never regreted this vow and it remind me always to serve others first. Now, when I grew older and the world gets "colder", I tend to be "colder" too. What the world really needs is a heart of service, the real spirit of service. That's what makes the world a better place for everyone. The motto of Altar Server or </span><a href="http://http//guildofststephen.all-catholic.net/about.html"><span style="font-size:130%;">Guild of Saint Stephen </span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">is "CVI SERVIRE REGNARE EST" which means "to serve is to reign" which is very true.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Well, back to the story... during my walk around the church, seeing others busy with decoration, went to see the new priest and talk with some old friends, I happen to see this at the notice board of Altar Server.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281960275964953762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSn0c22iG8IeRQtzS8lfSediMlyyOAV7gbcnHfq13GIhs_IKLDkE0M6wO_io8RU9Hcaqn3cbvQdNShyphenhyphenLlSFxMrrcLsa6JSdsrH22gsv1_wfuLOsq0_RMhoS4pdyRlICFzMWE9D-qAeGfM/s400/DSC01988.JPG" border="0" /></span><br /><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A server prayer before mass and after mass</span></strong></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">This is the prayer which I put on the notice board when I was in form 4, and after 6 years! this little beautiful prayer is still here. Just that they put in into a nice paper with some nice graphic. I was once again touched when I read this prayer which I need to pray almost every week before and after serving. Can't belive this prayer is still here after 6 years since the first time I put it on. God must have really love this prayer... </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Is a good prayer for everyone who wish to learn how to serve others. I like this sentence the most "If I happen to make an error, may it be a lesson so my service will be perfect tomorrow". I think it suit for everyone. When we make error, take it as a lesson so we can serve others perfect tomorrow, there is nothing to be scare of making mistake in life.</span></p>IgGyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08335860440733574975noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590645651199303833.post-74482148696992019772008-12-21T02:36:00.000+08:002008-12-21T02:54:14.035+08:00“Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want and need is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.”-Oprah Winfrey<br /><br />On 14 December 2008... that night was my very first bus ride back home to Miri.<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>My First Long Journey Bus Ride</strong></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtf6DUYcUPB5w50QCMQgeChxPkwm1BkECvLeE1vIlyVaEAw3FUOzC3e3wSPfU9jbJRUGi_iKZW7wZjGhoX_t2EP0Ij8tjCHHvExJBXiPmrs7NjYvq3NB7DsLU9AE93uyIeeCI_yINEF38/s1600-h/DSC01978.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281943279304532626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtf6DUYcUPB5w50QCMQgeChxPkwm1BkECvLeE1vIlyVaEAw3FUOzC3e3wSPfU9jbJRUGi_iKZW7wZjGhoX_t2EP0Ij8tjCHHvExJBXiPmrs7NjYvq3NB7DsLU9AE93uyIeeCI_yINEF38/s320/DSC01978.JPG" border="0" /></a> It was my very first bus ride back to Miri, to my house in Limbang. Usually i would take the flight back home but since I am not sure when I wanted to back last time, so I didn't book the flight and have to go back by bus.<br /> Its an 16hours of agony in the bus~!!! Imagine 16 hours of sitting in a bus with the hard but cushioned chair. I barely can move my butt when everytime the bus stopped for a rest. Its way to long for a bus ride, the flight would only take 1 hour to arrive at Miri from Kuching. I think i won't take the bus anymore. its just too toturing for me with big ass...<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>Here are some tips for a bus ride:</strong></div>1) A <strong>jacket or sweater</strong> is a must if you take a long journey bus. A <strong>pillow</strong> is optional.<br />2) Wear <strong>comfortable shirt</strong> and <strong>pant</strong>, better if its soft and good absorbant. Jeans is just too hard for your butt.<br />3) <strong>Buy fruits</strong>, eat it when you are hungry. <strong>Avoid heavy meals and sweet drinks</strong> during bus ride as you might get stomachache suddenly, and without any toilet in the bus, you really need to use the public toilet. I mean, really public! get what I mean? public as in open air. hehe...<br />4) When the bus stop for rest, <strong>get your ass out of the chair and move it!</strong> probably you need to shake it. Shake shake.. shake it.. shake it nice... just to get the blood circulate around your butt after a long sitting.<br />5) <strong>Sit in front of the bus</strong>, avoid back seats as when the bus moves, the back is the most shaky and swingy.<br />6) Just close your eyes and <strong>sleep </strong>in the bus. At least you try to sleep, to avoid tiredness and dizzy.<br />7) Get your <strong>phone fully charge</strong> or <strong>reloaded</strong> with lots of credits if you are travelling alone as you can text or call your friends for companion.<br />8) <strong>Pray!<br /></strong>IgGyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08335860440733574975noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590645651199303833.post-80893280292709557062008-12-12T01:58:00.001+08:002008-12-17T17:00:28.537+08:00Me and My Drum… Pa Rum Pa Pum Pum~!!!<span xmlns=""><p>Its December… and when we talk bout December, its Christmas~!!! Yeah!!!<br /></p><p>I am into the Christmas spirit now, listening to Christmas songs… playing my drums…<br /></p><p>When I was a young boy, during this season of the years, my home will play Christmas songs listen to Christmas story enjoying the true meaning of Christmas. And there is one songs that I must listen to every year over and over again. Yes.. every year and over and over again. I fall in love with this song the very first time I heard it and to be honest, when I fall in love *literally*, I tend to love it very very much and stick to it very much and never get bored with it. So can be said that I kind of "royal" person if I like something very much. And Yes, you can guessed it. I am listening to the song over and over again now even when I am writing this blog. This very songs touches me every time I heard it, it's a simple song yet full of meaning and humility. Pa Ram Pa Pum Pum… its call <strong>The Little Drummer Boy</strong>.<br /></p><p>Why I like this song? First, I like songs with good drums sound and I like drums or any kind of percussions. It is the essential elements in music which give the "umphh~!" of the song. Then the lyrics reflect something really nice. If you study and understand it carefully, it is so much full of love and humbleness, the story of a poor drummer boy. I like the version sung by my favourite singer, Josh Groban.<br /></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12;" ><strong>The little drummer boy<br /></strong></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;">Come, they told me, pa rum pa pum pum<br />A newborn King to see, pa rum pa pum pum<br />Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pa pum pum<br />To lay before the King, pa rum pa pum pum,<br />Rum pa pum pum, rum pa pum pum<br />So to honor Him, pa rum pa pum pum<br />When we come<br /><br />Little baby, pa rum pa pum pum<br />I am a poor boy too, pa rum pa pum pum<br />I have no gift to bring, pa rum pa pum pum<br />That's fit to give our King, pa rum pa pum pum,<br />Rum pa pum pum, rum pa pum pum<br />Shall I play for You, pa rum pa pum pum<br />On my drum<br />On my drum<br /><br />I play my drum for Him<br />So to honor Him<br /><br />Mary nodded, pa rum pa pum pum<br />The ox and lamb kept time, pa rum pa pum pum<br />I played my drum for Him, pa rum pa pum pum<br />I played my best for Him, pa rum pa pum pum,<br />Rum pa pum pum, rum pa pum pum<br />Then He smiled at me, pa rum pa pum pum<br />Me and my drum<br />When we come<br /><br />Me and my drum<br /></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /> </p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;">The song start with this sentences… <em>"Come, they told me, A newborn king to see, our finest gifts we bring, to lay before the king, so to honour him, when we come</em>."… What is your reaction when someone would call you and say, "come, lets go see a newborn king". Won't you be glad that you have the honour to see the newborn king? If it were me, I will be so glad to have the honour to be invited to see the newborn king and would surely dress up the best and bring my finest gift to give the newborn king, to honour him. How do we honour people? To really honour someone, the best thing you can do is do your best, literally, "bringing your finest gift". So what is the finest gift? It is the most valued by money? Or is it invaluable by money? The finest gift in our life would be our own self; you bring yourself as the finest gift to give. To give and not to receive. The gift of yourself is the most finest gift, for your God, your parents, your friends, your community. A human is divided into 3 parts, the physical, the mind and the spirit. When bring yourself as a gift, you bring the whole "self", all the 3 parts. The physical to be there, the mind to be presence and the spirit to feel your own presence there. That's the perfect gift you can give to anyone. The King will be your creator, someone that give you this spirit to be alive, put thoughts in your mind and bring you into a physical life. Now, when the time come, would you return the honour to Him for giving you your being? And how?<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;">The story continues… The little drummer came in front baby Jesus... <em>"Little baby, I am a poor boy too, I have no gift to bring, That's fit to give our King, Shall I play for you on my drum?"</em> … How gently and polite this little drummer asked for permission to play his drum. What a humble and nice little boy. Thoght he is poor, he dares to stand in front a king and asked a permission to play. In life, we didn't not need great things to accomplished something great like giving a King a birthday present, all we need is just humility and a great heart with great love to do that simple things and that simple things will then be transformed by our pure since love to be a great thing. All we do, we do it with humbleness, humility and truthfulness, for love is humble and do not proud, it rejoice with truths.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;">Here is how it ends… Then the little boy played his drum.. <em>"I play my drum for Him, so to honour Him and Mary nodded, the ox and lamb kept time, I played my drum for Him, I played my best for Him, Then He smiled at me, Me and my drum" </em>When we played our drum the best we can, that will be the greatest honour we gave ourself and everyone. So strike the your drum the best you can, for you are the drum that can be the greatest gift.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;">I just love this song so much… you can search it at YouTube. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j4Kg3RCKf_I">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j4Kg3RCKf_I</a><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;">Remember the true meaning of Christmas… You are ready to attend the King's birthday party, do you have the best present for Him yet?</span></p></span>IgGyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08335860440733574975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590645651199303833.post-7380854042298702162008-12-04T00:14:00.001+08:002008-12-05T01:26:06.763+08:00Death is caused by swallowing small amounts of saliva over a long period of time. - George Carlin<span xmlns=""><p><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;">It's been a long time that I didn't update my blog. And today while in the lab, discussing on what to write on my blog, my friend, Kristine came up with this idea; "Why don't you write on what would you do if you only have 24hours to live?" Well, I gave it a thought, "hrmm… not bad. Thanks Kris" and here it goes… </span></p><p align="center"><span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline;font-family:Georgia;" ><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">If I have another 24hours to live.</span><br /></span></p></strong></span><p><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">If one night, I would fall asleep let's say around midnight and God came into my dream and say. "My dear child, from now on, you will have only 24hours to live, so do your best with that 24 hours." Oh my! I would surely jumped out my bed and think over it. Maybe I'll sleep back, and hopefully God will come again, this time, I will try to neogotiate, I'll ask for my life to be extend till I'm old probably around 120? And if God didn't allow that, maybe I'll ask if He can give me more time, let's say 5 years, a year, 1 month or at least 1 week. And hopefully God will grant it.<br /></span></p></span><p><span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;">It was on Sunday that me and Kristine went to bookstore after church, and we spent quite a long time at there browsing through books and stuffs. A few books caught my attention, one of it is about what would you do if you have only 1 day to live, it is quite interesting but I forgot the title. The another book that caught my attention is "How to live forever", it's a book about a boy with leukemia and he journey through the rest of his life searching for things and knowledges and how to life forever. The story is simple, easy to understand, and it portrait the life of a dying young boy, and its very interesting and touching. I did read the book for a few pages, quite a lot of pages actually while waiting for Kris to find her book, Kris did read the book a few pages briefly and probably that's how she got the idea for me today.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;">If I know that I only have 24 hours to live, at time I know this, I would probably shock or break down and cry. Well, I have to appreciate my time now, so I better get the things that I wanted to do done before my 24 hours is up. Firstly, I would just pick up the phone; call my family, all of them! I would not tell them that I am going to die because I would not want to draw the attention to me. I will tell my parents that I love them so much and thanks for bring me into this life, and I know that you have tried your best to provide for me. I wanted to tell my sisters to do all the best in their life and know that I love them very much too. And not forget, I will apologiese for all my wrong doing and I will forgive all. I do not want to carry the burden to me, I wanted to let go and forgive. If its possible, I'll get a ticket to fly back to meet them all.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia;">***This is harder than I thought, I actually realize that I have many things to do and its so hard to choose which to do first.***<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;">The next thing, probably I will find my gf and be with her for the rest of my time, I wanted to tell her that she's the most beautiful girl I've ever know, she's perfect for me and sorry for all my treatment to her, I know that sometimes I'm not that good and I will be the best I can for her at this few hours left. Then I will go with her to the nearest ATM to withdraw some money, I would like to leave some for my family or her, I do not want to be selfish now, my life is only a few hours, it is good for me to give others something. And now when I got some money in my hand, I actually do not know what I am going to do. Probably I will reload my phone credit and gas up my car and drive to some place quite and with privacy with my gf. Then I will call up all the contacts in my phone, starting with my bestfriend. I wonder if she got time to listen to me. I would like to tell her that she's very special to me, and of cause, I wouldn't say that I am going to die soon. I will tell her sorry for not being there sometimes and hurting her. I will tell her what I think about her no matter good or bad. Well, it's my last few hours; I wanted to use this short time to help her and everyone. And not forgetting to ask everyone's forgiveness before I go. I will then call everyone and tell them how special they are for me and I say sorry to them, probably to my closer friend, I will talk longer with them telling them that how they coloured my life and sorry for not being able to be there for them sometime. And surely I will start with digi number first, cause its cheaper. Hopefully I will got time and credit to finish call everyone. And see who is there for me this time. I will call the one I hate too, tell them why I hate them not to piss them off but to let them know why I felt so with hope that that might realize it and not hurt others then I will say that I really do forgive them. And after that, I really do not know what to do.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia;">*** Kris, help me. You gave me this idea but I got stuck in the middle. Hehe… ***<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;">Oh ya, probably I will go to the nearest bookstore to buy Kristine her books which she didn't manage to buy the other day. Buy my sisters things that they wished for. For my gf which actually didn't demand much from me, I will buy nothing! Yes! Nothing! Cause you deserve me 101% now so I will give me to you. To my bestfriend now, probably buy her a ticket to tour around Sabah, or Paris, whichever she likes. To all ex, I will buy you diamond ring. You wish!! I will see what I can give you. To my bestfriend back at hometown, I'll buy you a sport car under my name, so if I die soon, the insurance company will have to pay it so you no need pay a thing. I will buy many things, as many as I can for my family and friends.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;">Oh ya! I will do to the nearest church. Of cause, a Catholic church if possible and knelt down on my knees and give thanks for this wonderful life of mine and ask for forgiveness while I am still aware. To be honest, I will not angry that God will took my life soon and I am not afraid of death now by knowing I have tried my best to use my 24hours. By now, I think I will left a few hours only, I will just live a usual, like nothing would have happen. Talk with the one who's around me. Maybe I'll go eat <em>crispy patta</em> also. Watch some funny movie with anyone. Sign up to donate my organs. There are a lots more of things that I wanted to do if I have another 24 hours to live, I just can't finish writing it all here. But most of all, I do not want to draw attention to me and I will do my best to give out my rest to everyone around me.</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p></span><p><span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;">For now, I think why I am not afraid of death is that I still do not have the responsible and commitment yet. And from most NDE (near death experience) from good people that I've heard and read of, death is not an ugly things and it is actually a beautiful things. I believe I have not done and big mistake, "mortal sin" if you would like to call it, so I have no worries of leaving this world. And I did nothing seriously wrong to anyone too, that's why I didn't scare. For those who are reading this, what would you felt if you know you are going to die soon? Will you be afraid cause of some commitment that you haven't fulfill or big responsible given to you have not done? I do not want to know how you would felt but the most important thing is yourself. Do you know how you feel? Try asking yourself. If you felt happy and glad, a big congratulations to you. And if you felt scare and weary, you better think where did you done wrong in your life and why would you be scare. Take the time to "clear your life" now, do not wait! Do it now for you really wouldn't know when will your time is up. If there is anyone whom you would like to say thank you to, say it now! Use your life to inspire others to live. That's what I call <strong>"how you will live forever".</strong> If you have done any wrong to anyone whom you haven't apologized to yet, do it now, you won't want dying with people hating you. Forgive your enemies, it's a burden if you do not forgive. And by "enemies" I mean anyone whom you hate or do not like. The most important thing, tell the one you love that you do love them, for they might be waiting for you to say it too, do not let them wait forever because you do not dare to tell them.</span></p></span>IgGyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08335860440733574975noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590645651199303833.post-49234501177341073452008-11-08T11:30:00.001+08:002008-11-08T11:30:36.956+08:00The Most Beautiful Heart<span xmlns=''><p style='text-align: center'><span style='font-family:Comic Sans MS'>One day a young man was standing in the middle<br/>of the town proclaiming that he had the most<br/>beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large<br/>crowd gathered and they all admired his heart<br/>for it was perfect.<br/>There was not a mark or a flaw in it.<br/>Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most<br/>beautiful heart they had ever seen.<br/>The young man was very proud and boasted<br/>more loudly about his beautiful heart.</span><br /> </p><p style='text-align: center'><br /> </p><p style='text-align: center'><span style='font-family:Comic Sans MS'>Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of<br/>the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not<br/>nearly as beautiful as mine."<br/><br/>The crowd and the young man looked at the<br/>old man's heart. It was beating strongly,<br/>but full of scars, it had places where pieces<br/>had been removed and other pieces put in, but<br/>they didn't fit quite right and there were<br/>several jagged edges. In fact, in some places<br/>there were deep gouges where whole pieces<br/>were missing.<br/><br/></span><br /> </p><p style='text-align: center'><span style='font-family:Comic Sans MS'>The people stared -- how can he say his heart<br/>is more beautiful, they thought?<br/>The young man looked at the old man's heart<br/>and saw its state and laughed.<br/><br/>"You must be joking," he said.<br/>"Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect<br/>and yours is a mess of scars and tears."<br/><br/>"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect<br/>looking but I would never trade with you.<br/>You see, every scar represents a person to<br/>whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece<br/>of my heart and give it to them, and often<br/>they give me a piece of their heart which fits<br/>into the empty place in my heart, but because<br/>the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges,<br/>which I cherish, because they remind me of the<br/>love we shared. "Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart<br/>away, and the other person hasn't returned<br/>a piece of his heart to me. These are the<br/>empty gouges -- giving love is taking a chance.<br/><br/>Although these gouges are painful, they stay open,<br/>reminding me of the love I have for these people too,<br/>and I hope someday they may return and fill the<br/>space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"<br/><br/></span><br /> </p><p style='text-align: center'><span style='font-family:Comic Sans MS'>The young man stood silently with tears running<br/>down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man,<br/>reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart,<br/>and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old<br/>man with trembling hands</span><br /> </p><p style='text-align: center'><br /> </p><p style='text-align: center'><span style='font-family:Comic Sans MS'>The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart<br/>and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and<br/>placed it in the wound in the young man's heart.<br/>It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.<br/>The young man looked at his heart, not perfect<br/>anymore but more beautiful than ever,<br/>since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.<br/>They embraced and walked away side by side. </span><br /> </p></span>IgGyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08335860440733574975noreply@blogger.com2