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Yesuslah Tuhan

Mon, 31 Aug 2009 16:54:25 GMT

Yesuslah Tuhan yang layak ditinggikan
Layak disembah atas suku-suku bangsa
Dengan darahMu Kau t'lah tebus bangsaku
Genapi Tuhan, FirmanMu atas ne - gri ku
Hatiku rindu melihat kemuliaanMu
Hatiku rindu melihat curahan kuasaMu
Di tanah tercinta negara Malaysia
Ku berdoa Malaysia penuh kemuliaanMu
Malaysia bagi kemuliaanMu
Ya Allah ku nyatakan kemuliaanMu
Ya Allah ku nyatakan curahan kuasaMu
Di tanah tercinta negara Malaysia
Ku berdoa Malaysia penuh kemuliaanMu
Malaysia bagi kemuliaanMu

Movies

Fri, 03 Jul 2009 16:39:51 GMT

Here's the list of movies that I've been really wanting to watch, yet I no longer know why I waited so long to watch it. Dates anyone?

Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen
17 Again
Ice Age - Dawn of the Dinosaurs
Monsters Vs. Aliens 3D version

And the angels sing.

Tue, 19 May 2009 16:59:08 GMT

Do you know what it feels like, to be worshiping God with His people, and a choir of heavenly angels, proclaiming "How Great is Our God, sing with me, How Great is our God!" in perfect harmony?

Heaven on earth. Divine.

Indescribable.

I am thinking...

Tue, 12 May 2009 16:26:38 GMT

too much deep thoughts...

is it wishful?

is it real?

is God speaking?

what is it?

During my semester break...

Sun, 10 May 2009 17:22:15 GMT

let's not talk about what happened before, the exams and stuff, it's boring.

So.
I had 19 days off before the 12th May, when I officially start my practical for the next 5 months.

Here's what kept me busy...

I turned 22 on 26th April

I celebrated 3 times with three different groups of people. Surprise parties, surprisingly never stop after highschool.

Party 1: Uni mates.

It was supposed to be an after exam celebration with my friends, a day packed with food and ice skating, until Peter and Elisha disappeared for long time during lunch...

Clockwise: Michelle, Pete, Rachel, Steph, Ian, Me and Elisha

Pretty shy celebrating.

Party 2: Sunday Morning, My family

Every year, I would request for this particular yam cake, mom says it's the hardest cake for her to do because it requires much effort. Mind you, my mother is an expert in baking, so when she says it's hard, it's hard. nevertheless, it comes only once a year, and this yam cake is always TO DIE FOR. Mother, thank you. I love you.

I think what was cool was that Mom, Dad and Ce sang the birthday song for me. Thanks everyone.

Party 3: At Church, another surprise complot by Mom and Tyfur

I got another cake!

PRESENTS!! are always sweet. Sweet and Thoughtful. I love it.
Thank you so much.

A MACBOOK! from Daddy and Mummy
a white gold Cross Pendant from my boyfriend, Peter.
Notebook, Nailclipper and Hairclips from Elisha (so that I don't have to steal from her anymore)
A cloud thinger-majiger from Rachel with a sweet note.
Mask from Yune. (I wonder what's wrong with my face)
Flask from Tyfur
Bangles from the Woks,
Some stationery to prepare for internship from Jo, Bait and Jess
Angpows from Mums
A HANDMADE bag from Michelle. Yes she made the whole thing it for me.
A sweet card from Sue and Ce
A book from Bait.

Ann's Farewell

This cosy restaurant is Italiannies. Lovely ambience.

Other Birthdays

Tyfur. 25th April

Uncle Nie gave her flowers. so sweet.

And we all prayed for her, God willing, more kids, grandkids fast, just as she wishes, and great grandkids. hahah.

Daddy. 6th May

Dad gets funnier as he ages. I don't really know what is he doing.

Cupcakes Attempt!

Since mom was not around on Friday night, I decided that I should try to see what it's like to live her life, by baking.

I decided to surprise her and make her and grandma some cupcakes for mother's day.

Here's me, all dressed up to bake. And I mixed and match all the necessary ingredients, put it into the cups.

little did I know, cupcakes expands!! and it went over the brink of the cup!

I lay my hands on my cuppies.. Dear God, please dont let it grow any longer.

Kev laughed too much, he couldn't stand it.

After a few modification - cutting the edge out nice and steady, it actually didn't turn out looking so bad. It's going to be covered with frost anyway.

This is the second batch I made. I clearly learnt my lesson.

Clening up wasn't easy especially when it's all buttery and oily. I washed, and washed, and thought it never ends.

I know I looked happy, and contented. It's for the camera.

Alas! my cupcakes! All ready with frost!
Ahh it was well worth. Every effort.

Baking, is therapeutic. you should try baking when you're stressed or in the middle of your exams.

ok, I read too.

Men Are From Mars, Women From Venus - John Gray
The Old Man and The Sea - Ernest Hemingway
Rumours - Philip Yancey
Emma - Jane Austen

and cleaned spring cleaned my room

As I begin to ponder on my life off this blog, I realized that...
it was quite productive-lah, and I'm thankful for every moment.

wait ah....

Tue, 05 May 2009 07:34:25 GMT

I will be back soon.

Friends

Wed, 18 Mar 2009 08:02:10 GMT

They come and go, at different points of your life.
Some may be close to you today
then distant tomorrow.
what value is there in friendship,
for all is good, when there's no crisis
only when there's a similarity,
that we connect.

as time passes, we change
we leave a friend
and go to another
yet,
the ironic thing about friendship is
we need it to live

so shall we strive,
to be the best friend one can be
to those who are around us
at the very present
and when they leave us,
we wish them the best
and move on.
because someday,
we will leave them too.

To Be or Not To Be

Wed, 25 Feb 2009 02:24:59 GMT

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.

The Empty Jar

Thu, 05 Feb 2009 12:24:52 GMT

One of the elements of studying literature is to try and understand the author's intention by interpreting her metaphors, imagery, analogy in her works. Come, let's try mine.

...

Fri, 19 Dec 2008 16:22:34 GMT

I've got 10 more days left before school starts

and all I want to do is,

to not care about the world,

people and anything

but REST, REST, and REST.

is that possible?