so colourful.. i love smarties, even thought i havent had any for a long long time. i did something so absolutely stewpig today.. haha.. nvm, the result of it is interesting though. i hope the results will fade with time. argh. liru would kill me if she saw.
i know why i'm so tired le.. it makes perfect sense to be tired if i keep waking up in the middle of the night. maybe tonight i shall just keep reading and reading. i can escape into a world where i'm only a bystander watching everything unfold before me.. it's so so safe. lemme stay there until i feel that it's safe to venture out into the world again
hiaz. hiaz. but i'm supposed to be happy. how do you feel happy when you're sighing?
existence and non-existence are dependent on each other difficult and easy give rise to the same concept long and short are derived by comprison high differs from low only in position sound and echo blend into one harmony front and back follow one another in sequence
i dont promote taoism.. dont get me wrong.. it's something i've always wondered about.. somethings are relative..
i'm so very very tired. how can someone be so tired especially so when you have had company the whole day? i dont know.. dont ask me
"Raindrops are falling from the skies every now and then. But who truly understands a raindrop? Did it really want to fall? Did the clouds force it down by giving it a kick from the back? Or did it willingly jumped off from whatever it was standing on, in the sky? If it did so, why did it wanted to fall? Rainy days are usually associated with gloomy skies and unpleasant, probably upset feelings. The melancholic gaze people would have, staring at the rain fall from the sky. The rain could had caused inconvenience to their journey of the day, and thwart their plans. But rainy days are the most comfortable for sleeping.
Clouds contain huge numbers of tiny droplets of moisture. Raindrops are formed when these tiny droplets are enlarged, first by moisture from the surrounding air condensing on them and then by coalescing with other droplets during their descent. Raindrops vary in size from about 0.5 mm to as much as 8 mm in thunderstorms. From the time they leave the bottom of the cloud, evaporation takes place and, if the cloud is high, the air warm and dry, and the raindrops small, so that they fall slowly, they may evaporate completely before they reach the earth. If they do so, the drops are called virga.
Who can understand the feelings of a raindrop? To you, in a rain, the millions of raindrop falling upon you could means that you are simply getting wet. But how would it be like, to the single, one in a million, raindrop that fell on you. They way it would slide down your head and roll down your cheeks. Or simply fall off your face upon collision. How did it fall? Why do you bother using an umbrella when in the end, your legs or half your body will get wet? Or in a thunderstorm, maybe only your head is dry? Is your hairstyle important to keep? Will your hairstyle determine the way you look as a whole and is your image really that important to maintain? Why should anyone be holding on to umbrellas to shield themselves from the rain, when the rain probably never wanted to fall from the sky? Your avoidance to the rain is akin to a stranger covering their eyes while walking past you. How would that had felt? Sometimes, the sudden occurrence of a thunderstorm seems to be singing to the same tune as my heart. Sad and unhappy I am, peering out of my window I see the heavy rain, millions and millions of raindrops falling from the sky, playing a tune to soothe my broken heart. It gives me the urge to get out of my house and run in the rain, n join all the raindrops and thank them for coming down to Earth for me. Thank the person crying in the sky for his/her tears that forms the rain. Rejoice with the raindrops for celebrating my broken heart such that my heart can start living all over again.
-who says the goldfish and raindrop could not be good friends? They can both coexist in the stream. Just that the raindrop could have had to be drifting all the time, along with the currents, and it could not stay…" -penguin-
my friend's words..never thought about rain in that light.. well well=)
who am i? another fish swimming in the deap blue ocean why on earth then do you want to take notice of me? who am i, that you should listen patiently to every night with her worries and woes?
the stars look up to you with joy the thunder jumps at your name who am i then, to do the same?
why die for me? why suffer so much pain and agony? am i worth that every drop of blood? but i make you sad everyday with my attitude and words
so who am i?
thought today's song "creator king" was especially nice.. taken fron psalms 8.4.. but i of course, pale in comparison to King david and don moen.. oOps
so yummy. nice and succulent. ripe and juicy. anyway, i've seriously got to thank some penguin for being so nice=) and that wasnt sacarstic.. for pei-ing me on the phone till 4am in the morning is no easy task.. nice penguin.
went to the tree-top walk today. think it's quite cool being able to the tips of the trees.. i wouldnt mind waking up ever morning in the midst of trees and the reservior in the far end.. *dreams* back to reality: i already have a cool view from my window. just that it's not just trees..
chocolate cake is only sinful when you're not supposed to eat it and you take a bite to see how it tastes. just like how curiousity killed the cat. much as i'd like to blame adele and liru for wanting to watch the exorcism of emily rose, i followed anyway. so it's my fault. This time, i admit that i'm scared. i didnt even flinch when i saw someone saw his own leg in saw. i didnt flinch when i saw someone slice her throat in the mirror. i kept my eyes shut throught out the whole movie whenever emily rose appeared, cause i dont want to see what the evil one can do to somebody.. you dont play with the occult and get away with it. you dont laugh at what cannot be seen or think that it's nothing. i've had experiences where i cant move at night and i feel totally not in control of myself. it's scary.
but knowing all these makes me even more sure that i have to stick close to God, and that He's the only one who can protect me..
maybe friends are like jigsaw pieces, they complement each other. sticking with them makes you feel totally together.. i think it's important to find the right jig saw pieces to fit you as well or the picture might turn out disasterous..lols
outing with mabel was fun. some friends you can be silent with are the best friends you can ever have. sometimes going out can be a chore when the other person never really wanted to go out but out of obligation agrees. it's terrible having to feel that you've wasted someone else's time. yup. nice day=) let's hope everyday is like that. had lotsa fun watch mabel put on dress after dress.. lols.. and i was supposed to try with her too. but i cleverly escaped and stood outside the dressing room to wait.. muahaha. she's going to kill me for this. cant wait till monday when we go celebrate someone's birthday. haha
Isnt the picture interesting? i didnt know that the neck of the giraffe is sooo versatile. what if you cant untangle it? what if it breaks? But i think most warpped minds will probably notice something else too. =) oh well nvm.
i dread tmr. but i've gotta do what i've gotta do. before i can really finally enjoy my hols. the sooner i get it over and done with, it'll put my mind at ease. cant wait for tuesday though.. going out with my favourite person.. muahaha wednesday, i can go search for a cactus. i hope i find the right one. mm.
He splashed orange in the sunrise and cast the sky in blue And if you love to see the geese as they gather chances are you'll see that too
Did He have to make the squirrel's tail furry? Was He obliged to make the birds sing? And the funny way that chickens scurry or the majesty of thunder when it rings?
Why give a flower it's fragrance? why give food its taste? Could it be he loves to see that look upon your face?
i took this from max lucado's book 'He chose the nails'
i think i've been taking too many things for granted..
i'm glad my world is made this way, with things looking the way they should be
i'm glad that this is the God i love.. cause he did it all ... just for me
seriously, this is getting boring. i mean like there's nothing to do online. except chat. and i only borrowed two books from the library... hmm. hmm. hmm. tmr tmr tmr. my room is already tidy.
when i was on the train this morn, i wondered why people draw up those divorce agreements just before they get married. i cant understand the logic. someone enlighten me please. i mean like if you feel so insecure getting married, why do it in the first place? you should just dump him and find someone new. someone whom you think you can spend the rest of your life with without worrying that you'll divorce someday. what a paradox. thinking about divorce before marriage.
well well. herrr. hiaz. hmmm. argh. thinking about whether i should go watch harry potter. think think. think think. i dont know. but i'll go watch chronicles of narnia : the lion , the witch and the wardrobe=)
the snail sure took a long time. ok she was travelling with me. i'm slow.
the worst is over. i think. then again it may not be.. but nvm. it doesnt matter now, while i'm concentrating on slacking. truly, i think i've been mugging for so long, i feel weird slacking. i will get used to this. not tmr though. 4 choose one. and my last time this year in that silent killing room. ok fine, it's not that bad actually, i' ve spent so much time there in total silence except for the occasional tweaking of my water bottle cap and the hp vibrations.
40 x 4C1 is 40 x 4 equals 160 choices. no wonder teenagers are accused of being fickle minded. we have so many choices. no fault of ours.
i miss mabel
oh, and i cant wait to drown a slug in salt water..
aiyo. the picture wont come out.. nvm, it'll turn up, on friday. after all, it's a snail.. hee.. tmr is the slug's birthday... too bad, the slug will be celebrating his birthday with chem.
wah, i'm tired and the night is still young. how to last tonight.. should learn from the polar bear and study at macs tong xiao.. at least wont fall asleep. i'll try. pray for me! i love physics, chem, econs and maths. oh oh, no more maths.. so i love physics, chem AND econs. =)
this is not a toad but a frog. but anyway, some toad is trying now very hard to stay awake. that toad wont make it. i'm blabbering. anyway, i've slacked enough i guess. jia you to the toad!
I lay my life down at Your feet Cause You're the only one I need I turn to You and You are always there In troubled times it's You I seek I put You first that's all I need I humble all I am all to You One way Jesus You're the only one that I could live for One Way Jesus You're the only one that I could live for You are always, always there Every how and everywhere Your grace abounds so deeply within me You will never ever change Yesterday today the same Forever till forever meets no end You are the Way the Truth and the Life We live by faith and not by sight for You We're living all for You
suddenly felt like listening to this.. chem became to dreary. but, i've gotta work hard. not for me, for the one that never changes.. honestly, if not for Him, i'd never be here.. =) sometimes i wonder what other people live for. i mean like what is there on earth really worth living for. hmm..i really have no idea.
oh ya, the flowers were given by my jie for this year's concert. feel kinda guilty, cause she went all the way there to support me and still went to the expense to buy such pretty flowers. i'm glad i had the common sense to take a snapshot of them.. hee
back to chem. love chem. love chem. must love chem.
so colourful.. i love smarties, even thought i havent had any for a long long time. i did something so absolutely stewpig today.. haha.. nvm, the result of it is interesting though. i hope the results will fade with time. argh. liru would kill me if she saw.
i know why i'm so tired le.. it makes perfect sense to be tired if i keep waking up in the middle of the night. maybe tonight i shall just keep reading and reading. i can escape into a world where i'm only a bystander watching everything unfold before me.. it's so so safe. lemme stay there until i feel that it's safe to venture out into the world again
hiaz. hiaz. but i'm supposed to be happy. how do you feel happy when you're sighing?
existence and non-existence are dependent on each other difficult and easy give rise to the same concept long and short are derived by comprison high differs from low only in position sound and echo blend into one harmony front and back follow one another in sequence
i dont promote taoism.. dont get me wrong.. it's something i've always wondered about.. somethings are relative..
i'm so very very tired. how can someone be so tired especially so when you have had company the whole day? i dont know.. dont ask me
"Raindrops are falling from the skies every now and then. But who truly understands a raindrop? Did it really want to fall? Did the clouds force it down by giving it a kick from the back? Or did it willingly jumped off from whatever it was standing on, in the sky? If it did so, why did it wanted to fall? Rainy days are usually associated with gloomy skies and unpleasant, probably upset feelings. The melancholic gaze people would have, staring at the rain fall from the sky. The rain could had caused inconvenience to their journey of the day, and thwart their plans. But rainy days are the most comfortable for sleeping.
Clouds contain huge numbers of tiny droplets of moisture. Raindrops are formed when these tiny droplets are enlarged, first by moisture from the surrounding air condensing on them and then by coalescing with other droplets during their descent. Raindrops vary in size from about 0.5 mm to as much as 8 mm in thunderstorms. From the time they leave the bottom of the cloud, evaporation takes place and, if the cloud is high, the air warm and dry, and the raindrops small, so that they fall slowly, they may evaporate completely before they reach the earth. If they do so, the drops are called virga.
Who can understand the feelings of a raindrop? To you, in a rain, the millions of raindrop falling upon you could means that you are simply getting wet. But how would it be like, to the single, one in a million, raindrop that fell on you. They way it would slide down your head and roll down your cheeks. Or simply fall off your face upon collision. How did it fall? Why do you bother using an umbrella when in the end, your legs or half your body will get wet? Or in a thunderstorm, maybe only your head is dry? Is your hairstyle important to keep? Will your hairstyle determine the way you look as a whole and is your image really that important to maintain? Why should anyone be holding on to umbrellas to shield themselves from the rain, when the rain probably never wanted to fall from the sky? Your avoidance to the rain is akin to a stranger covering their eyes while walking past you. How would that had felt? Sometimes, the sudden occurrence of a thunderstorm seems to be singing to the same tune as my heart. Sad and unhappy I am, peering out of my window I see the heavy rain, millions and millions of raindrops falling from the sky, playing a tune to soothe my broken heart. It gives me the urge to get out of my house and run in the rain, n join all the raindrops and thank them for coming down to Earth for me. Thank the person crying in the sky for his/her tears that forms the rain. Rejoice with the raindrops for celebrating my broken heart such that my heart can start living all over again.
-who says the goldfish and raindrop could not be good friends? They can both coexist in the stream. Just that the raindrop could have had to be drifting all the time, along with the currents, and it could not stay…" -penguin-
my friend's words..never thought about rain in that light.. well well=)
who am i? another fish swimming in the deap blue ocean why on earth then do you want to take notice of me? who am i, that you should listen patiently to every night with her worries and woes?
the stars look up to you with joy the thunder jumps at your name who am i then, to do the same?
why die for me? why suffer so much pain and agony? am i worth that every drop of blood? but i make you sad everyday with my attitude and words
so who am i?
thought today's song "creator king" was especially nice.. taken fron psalms 8.4.. but i of course, pale in comparison to King david and don moen.. oOps
so yummy. nice and succulent. ripe and juicy. anyway, i've seriously got to thank some penguin for being so nice=) and that wasnt sacarstic.. for pei-ing me on the phone till 4am in the morning is no easy task.. nice penguin.
went to the tree-top walk today. think it's quite cool being able to the tips of the trees.. i wouldnt mind waking up ever morning in the midst of trees and the reservior in the far end.. *dreams* back to reality: i already have a cool view from my window. just that it's not just trees..
chocolate cake is only sinful when you're not supposed to eat it and you take a bite to see how it tastes. just like how curiousity killed the cat. much as i'd like to blame adele and liru for wanting to watch the exorcism of emily rose, i followed anyway. so it's my fault. This time, i admit that i'm scared. i didnt even flinch when i saw someone saw his own leg in saw. i didnt flinch when i saw someone slice her throat in the mirror. i kept my eyes shut throught out the whole movie whenever emily rose appeared, cause i dont want to see what the evil one can do to somebody.. you dont play with the occult and get away with it. you dont laugh at what cannot be seen or think that it's nothing. i've had experiences where i cant move at night and i feel totally not in control of myself. it's scary.
but knowing all these makes me even more sure that i have to stick close to God, and that He's the only one who can protect me..
maybe friends are like jigsaw pieces, they complement each other. sticking with them makes you feel totally together.. i think it's important to find the right jig saw pieces to fit you as well or the picture might turn out disasterous..lols
outing with mabel was fun. some friends you can be silent with are the best friends you can ever have. sometimes going out can be a chore when the other person never really wanted to go out but out of obligation agrees. it's terrible having to feel that you've wasted someone else's time. yup. nice day=) let's hope everyday is like that. had lotsa fun watch mabel put on dress after dress.. lols.. and i was supposed to try with her too. but i cleverly escaped and stood outside the dressing room to wait.. muahaha. she's going to kill me for this. cant wait till monday when we go celebrate someone's birthday. haha
Isnt the picture interesting? i didnt know that the neck of the giraffe is sooo versatile. what if you cant untangle it? what if it breaks? But i think most warpped minds will probably notice something else too. =) oh well nvm.
i dread tmr. but i've gotta do what i've gotta do. before i can really finally enjoy my hols. the sooner i get it over and done with, it'll put my mind at ease. cant wait for tuesday though.. going out with my favourite person.. muahaha wednesday, i can go search for a cactus. i hope i find the right one. mm.
He splashed orange in the sunrise and cast the sky in blue And if you love to see the geese as they gather chances are you'll see that too
Did He have to make the squirrel's tail furry? Was He obliged to make the birds sing? And the funny way that chickens scurry or the majesty of thunder when it rings?
Why give a flower it's fragrance? why give food its taste? Could it be he loves to see that look upon your face?
i took this from max lucado's book 'He chose the nails'
i think i've been taking too many things for granted..
i'm glad my world is made this way, with things looking the way they should be
i'm glad that this is the God i love.. cause he did it all ... just for me
seriously, this is getting boring. i mean like there's nothing to do online. except chat. and i only borrowed two books from the library... hmm. hmm. hmm. tmr tmr tmr. my room is already tidy.
when i was on the train this morn, i wondered why people draw up those divorce agreements just before they get married. i cant understand the logic. someone enlighten me please. i mean like if you feel so insecure getting married, why do it in the first place? you should just dump him and find someone new. someone whom you think you can spend the rest of your life with without worrying that you'll divorce someday. what a paradox. thinking about divorce before marriage.
well well. herrr. hiaz. hmmm. argh. thinking about whether i should go watch harry potter. think think. think think. i dont know. but i'll go watch chronicles of narnia : the lion , the witch and the wardrobe=)
the snail sure took a long time. ok she was travelling with me. i'm slow.
the worst is over. i think. then again it may not be.. but nvm. it doesnt matter now, while i'm concentrating on slacking. truly, i think i've been mugging for so long, i feel weird slacking. i will get used to this. not tmr though. 4 choose one. and my last time this year in that silent killing room. ok fine, it's not that bad actually, i' ve spent so much time there in total silence except for the occasional tweaking of my water bottle cap and the hp vibrations.
40 x 4C1 is 40 x 4 equals 160 choices. no wonder teenagers are accused of being fickle minded. we have so many choices. no fault of ours.
i miss mabel
oh, and i cant wait to drown a slug in salt water..
aiyo. the picture wont come out.. nvm, it'll turn up, on friday. after all, it's a snail.. hee.. tmr is the slug's birthday... too bad, the slug will be celebrating his birthday with chem.
wah, i'm tired and the night is still young. how to last tonight.. should learn from the polar bear and study at macs tong xiao.. at least wont fall asleep. i'll try. pray for me! i love physics, chem, econs and maths. oh oh, no more maths.. so i love physics, chem AND econs. =)
this is not a toad but a frog. but anyway, some toad is trying now very hard to stay awake. that toad wont make it. i'm blabbering. anyway, i've slacked enough i guess. jia you to the toad!
I lay my life down at Your feet Cause You're the only one I need I turn to You and You are always there In troubled times it's You I seek I put You first that's all I need I humble all I am all to You One way Jesus You're the only one that I could live for One Way Jesus You're the only one that I could live for You are always, always there Every how and everywhere Your grace abounds so deeply within me You will never ever change Yesterday today the same Forever till forever meets no end You are the Way the Truth and the Life We live by faith and not by sight for You We're living all for You
suddenly felt like listening to this.. chem became to dreary. but, i've gotta work hard. not for me, for the one that never changes.. honestly, if not for Him, i'd never be here.. =) sometimes i wonder what other people live for. i mean like what is there on earth really worth living for. hmm..i really have no idea.
oh ya, the flowers were given by my jie for this year's concert. feel kinda guilty, cause she went all the way there to support me and still went to the expense to buy such pretty flowers. i'm glad i had the common sense to take a snapshot of them.. hee
back to chem. love chem. love chem. must love chem.
Although the fig tree shall not blossom
neither shall fruit be in the vines;
the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat;
the flock shall be cut off from the fold,
and there shall be no herd in the stalls:
Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.
Habakkuk 3:17-18
This lullaby is only a few words
A simple run of chords
Quiet here in this spare room
But you can hear it, hear it
Wherever you may go
I will let you down
But this lullaby plays on
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chocolate cake is only sinful when you're not supposed to eat it and you take a bite to see how it tastes. just like how curiousity killed the cat.
seriously, this is getting boring. i mean like there's nothing to do online. except chat. and i only borrowed two books from the library... hmm. hmm. hmm. tmr tmr tmr. my room is already tidy.
the snail sure took a long time. ok she was travelling with me. i'm slow.
