Christmas is Over

:D Things happened, praise God for that. Something really really good happened, and I'm really happy about that (can't say it though, it involves others).

It's the new year again, and I'm older. Oh man now I understand why ppl say time passes so fast. Had a fun time yesterday, some friend came over and we went to the park and played freeze and melt and we played this impropto thing where we all stand on the seesaw and just move around. Haha!!

Christmas eve was really good. But Christmas Day was even better. Something good happened. Praise God. (: AND!!! That something's going to happen again!! WOOO!!!!

Next year am hoping to go to ITE or a school for baking. ITE almost everyone will look down on me, but my mum told me it's the best place to learn baking, or I could go for a baking school but that would cost more than ITE.




This is Bertold, still tied up.

This is Bertold , open and full of lights:



This is Bertold open and full of lights, with presents underneath it.



My Mum and I

Christmas Tree

Today the Tree came. Still wondering bout the name. It was supposed to come from 9 to 12, but it came at 135. Nothing wrong with coming late. Except that this is a tree, and the truck that it was carried in was not air-conditioned, and the cut that you have to make in order for the tree to take in water had been made long before it was delivered.

This means, the tree spent at least 4 hours in the truck in the sun, meaning heat, meaning water going out, meaning the tree goes brown. The cut has got no use at all because you're supposed to put it into water in an hour after the cut, so we've lost some height of the tree, and the tree isn't taking in any water right now because there wasn't any time today to make a cut ourselves, so the tree loses water and there's a higher chance of the tree dying before Christmas.

BUT! It's a good tree, I went out and came back and I COULD SMELL THE PINE. Oh man I just love the smell of pine. It's still tied up though. It can be let down once we make another cut. Height isn't really important. But you know, if you can have a tree, it's one of the times you can't really screw up with it, so you want the height to be the same, you want it to have a good shape, not to bushy, NOT bare, all just a matter of taste. But I like the tree, it's finally here! and Chirstmas is on it's way.

2008 will become 2009 soon, another year will pass, and life goes on.

BLEH!! That's so soap-opera!! But life goes on! The tree will look good. Why? Because it's in my home that's why. It'll be our tree for the time being, and it'll be where we hide loads of stuff in it, and we'll have loads of fights about whose turn it is to put up the lights and deco. It's our tree and it's the best tree. HA!

Christmas

Exams are over!



Christmas finally is here. The shops kept broadcasting it in November to catch the November paycheack, so Christmas is all around... yet it's, not. Haha!



We've got our Christmas tree! WOO!!!! AND! It's not too early or too late to get one. It's big and bushy. Haven't thought of a name for it yet though. It's arriving today! On a Sunday! Yes, it's done all around the world, everyone has done it one time or other, but I find working on a Sunday just plain wrong. So thanks to those who work on Sundays.



This morning, while it was still dark, the Newspaper Man drove up, so you know, everyone says hi and smile. And he says hi and smiles back. Then I shout HI! and he laughs! So nice to make someone laugh. Haha!!



Oh man so many things have been happening. I was just at a camp and now I'm going for another. COOL!! I haven't gone for two camps so close to each other before. :D



I haven't sat with my family for mass in a while now. I've been in a ministry that helps out with the order of the mass, and when I'm serving, I can't sit with my family because I need to be at a particular place, and they can't sit with me coz we need a long chair coz we're so big, and where I'm sitting, the chairs are short. So yup. It;s kind of hard coz I can choose to look at it like God doesn't want me to sit with the family (and I know that's not what God wants), or I can choose to look at it like, if I'm going to do stuff for God, there'll be many things that I must drop.



I suppose I could look at it like another test that God has for me, or could be the devil trying to make me think that God doesn't want me to sit with my family. Whatever happens somehow or other God makes a way.

SO! Christmas coming along!! Get to go for midnight mass! Get to spend time with my family too! Oh man the year has been so long. But time flys like donno what man. HAHA!!

MERRY CHRISTMAS IN ADVANCE!!! :D

Church's expences.

I'm a Catholic. I think, that the Catholic Churches IN THE COUNTRY I LIVE IN, use the money that is donated to them for the wrong reasons. In what way? This: The priest's robes, the alter servers robes, the cup that holds the body or blood of Christ. The Tabernacle. The Tabernacle: It hold the body of Christ, therefore it should verywell be exalted. But honestly, Christ is a humble is a humble man is he not? With real gold, the Church SEEMS to potray him as some... guy who wants only riches...

Can't the money be used for better stuff? Perhaps not mission, but it could be used to help others here right? Like other churches, temples, and all that.

If I really wanted, I honestly am willing to give up money, just like I expect the church to (which means I know they need money for their needs, food, car, bed, etc...).

Hospitals

I knew a man who didn't want to go to the hospital because it was too expensive.

He died.

I remember wanting to walk right up to to prime minster to smack his face (I was very young at the time). Hospitals are supposed to be helping us, not dropping a bombshell of bills. All this kind of things at the hospital, or at doctors, you go for a checkup, they rob you of 50 bucks. FOR WHAT?? 'Oh, actually, it's important that you go for checkups, because if anything is happening to you, We'll be able to help you.' Then why charge us so much? If it's to help ourselves?

I understand that it's really hard to become a doctor, you got to study and all that, and its draining emotionally, and physically, but why charge us so much? What's the point? What, there's the doc's salary? Simple; give them a house, not a big one of corse, give them enough supplies, and there we go.

And then I heard bout that thing where the hospital told a MOTHER that her CHILD is brain dead, but people say that he could squeeze hands and all that. But the hospital told her she only has 24 hours before they'll pull the plug... I don't know the full story, but that's just shit. If it's true... after I heard bout the story, I didn't trust the hospitals. Perhaps that was what the man I knew thought of before he died.

I've got a sorta confession to make... The two days I remember? The one where my sister was angry and we all were happy, and then we all were happy and she was angry? Well, it was actually me!! But I was too embarrassed to say so... But now we all know how weird a girl can be when she is reaching puberty

There's been a lot of people sayin stuff bout the world ending and all that. But didn't the bible say no one, not even God the Son and God the Holy Spirit, knows when the world will end, only God the Father? Yes, I too, do want to know, so I can prepare for it. So that I know when to start being good.

Someone actually said that the world would most likely end in two generations from now. Why? Because somewhere in the bible it says He will come at an unexpected hour, which could very well mean when people have forgotten about God. In this Someone's theory, in two generations time, there'll be so much high tech techno that people will REALLY think there is no need for God. Which is the time people will just not expect God to come, because we would've forgotten about him.

The new pope has just passed something bout not saying Yahweh in church. Or any of the other names that God has. There must be some reason, but that wasn't said. So all the hymns that has the names of God, gone. The new pope has been using the American Bible. Is the new pope an American?

Why Am I A Fool?

People keep asking me why I call myself a fool. Here's why:

"If you ask a question, you are a fool for five minutes. If you don't ask a question, you remain a fool forever."

I always ask questions. That is why I am a Fool.

AND I'M PROUD TO BE ONE!!!

I remember the nights when my mum would come into our room and talk to us till our dad brought her out for walks. There were two nights I remember. The first, my sister was crying, but for some reason, everyone else was in a merry mood. And on the second night, She was laughing her head off, and everyone was angry. And she asked on the second night "A why is it whenever I'm angry your are so happy and when I'm happy your are all so angry?" Everyone just yelled at her to shut up. Haha!!

Octupus' Garden By RIngo Starr

This song always makes me smile. I don't know why.

To Be Loved By You Cover version by Westlife

I just thought of this song. I'm in one of my moods right now.


The song of a little bird
The joy in three little words
I know it's real
That's how it feels
To be loved by you

The stars from a midnight sky
The melody from a lullaby
There's nothing real
That I wouldn't steal
To be loved by you

To be loved by you
If everybody knows
It's only 'cause it shows

A smile to put you on a high
A kiss that sets your soul alight
Would it be all right if I spent tonight
Being loved by you

Being be loved by you
If everybody knows
It's only 'cause it shows

Your love is released
And you move me with ease
And you rescue me time after time
Oh Oh you give your all
And you take it all in your stride

Oh with all the power of a symphony
That's how my heart beats when you're holding me
I can't conceal, this is how it feels
To be loved by you
Oh yeah, to be loved by you
If everybody knows, it's only 'cause it shows
Because I take your love, Everywhere I go

I know what it is I need, it's clear as a shallow stream
It's as it seems, my only dreams
To be loved by you

Obedience

When I compare my Mum and my Mum's Mum, I find very little difference. My Grandmother is very loyal to my Grandfather, my Mum is very loyal to my Dad.

Both keep quiet when the Husbands say things, even when they don't like it (But I've seen my Mum actually tell my dad to shut up!), both would follow the Husbands 'even to certain death'.

My Grandmother has real strength that I see in my Mum. But I know they can both be as stubborn as Asses.

A friend's boyfriend once asked me (the topic was bout marriage) if I would be Obedient to my husband. I was really surprised when I answered yes as if it was the world's most obvious answer.

I kind of hope to be like them if I marry. But the way it looks at this point in time I don't think so. Coz I don't think I know my place.

Broken heart. Me? How is it possible? I don't even like him.

This post concerns a friend of mine who had gone through this before, and I asked her if I could post it on this blog. She said yes (That means I have her permission!).

This friend of mine, she had joined a youth group around the start of this year and there were bumps, more often than not. But the group having just started, needed a lot of things to be done. She ended up becoming a vice-president (pretty cool right!). And in doing so, She had to collect all the numbers and details of everyone.

Blah blah blah.

She talks to some, they talk back. One guy (YES, A GUY), a couple days later starts to sms her and stuff, just asking general things.

(Usually in this part, people watching the movie are thinking; 'You idiot girl, somethings going to happen to you!! It's right in front of your face!!' But what most people don't think about is that we, the viewers, know there's something going to happen. She, the 'actor', doesn't.)

One day during a camp, he starts to sms her, saying that he was dead, and someone had killed him. She's asking who that is, blah blah, then he suddenly calls her. She hears some kind of weard noise on the other end, like someone putting something into the mouth, and taking it out again.

She's asking who that is, but he keeps making all kind of weird nosies. After a really long time, he says "'name', how are you? Why you call me?" At which pint she got really angry. After the call was over, he said he was sorry, and that he'll buy her lunch. But she said no and managed to get out of it (For the moment!)

He kept trying to get her to go out with lunch with him, and he kept playing pranks of her and laughing about it. Till in the end she told her mum, who told her friend, and they both told my friend that she had been too nice to the guy, which is why he liked her so much. Her mother told her to sms him and ask which school he was in. He told her, then told her he was in normal tech. Her mother told her normal tech people are very protective because other people look down on them. So what ever they think they have, they'll hold onto it.

So they advised her to either tell him to lay off her, or just say that she had a boyfriend. So she made up a fake boyfriend. (Suddenly he too had a girlfriend) He then started to become very protective:

"If he does anything, call me and I'll call my gang up to beat him up."
"Where are you now?" She answered: "With my boyfriend." Once she even answered, using her mother's advice: "I'm out on a date with an older man." Which was actually her dad...

She sometimes told him that she was out with her boyfriend watching a movie. He kept saying that he was going out with his girlfriends to Vivo City to watch movies after that.

After a while, she got irritated that he kept asking where she was and bosting to her, she stopped replying to his sms's. One day, she told him yet again to stop paying pranks and that she was irritated by it, he answered; "Then let's fight." She just sent "No." back. After that he didn't sms her again.

That was perhaps 4 months ago. She told me that at the start, while she was still wondering if he was trying to get her on a date, she felt, weird, yet, interested that someone may be asking her out. After that "No.", she told me she felt lost. She actually half wanted him to continue to sms her. She knew exactly why she felt that way.

Recently, he started to ask for another girl's number, a girl that they both knew. The girl was her best friend (yours truly!).

She then told me that she felt jelous. Not at her friend, not that her friend was now getting the attention, but that she was loosing it. At which point she called me and told me what she felt (She had been keeping me informed about him).

She said her parents said that she had just had a taste of what it is like to have a broken heart.

She hated the feeling of it. She especially hated the feeling of jelousy.

Flags?

I am not supporting anyone, nor am I not not supporting anyone.

A few years ago my sister suddenly had the idea to count flags. This year... I just feel there's less flags. And now that I'm counting them with my other sister, it's a real shame.

I liked the planes. As usual we rushed out to see the planes fly really low. And it's was really funny coz my mum was using her com to watch the parade live on the net, and the com was on the dinner table outside. So it's like, the sky was just there, and we ran out to see the planes, run back to the table to watch again. And our neighbors were there too. Can you imagine it?? 'Bout 8 or 9 people running back and forth looking out for planes!

However... The parade, My dad told me once there was a parade that kept singing all the childhood songs, like chan mali chan (oioi!!), and the crowd was singing along to all the songs. (I think I remember that parade...) But this year... six or seven screens behind the performers, that didn't have much link to the people dancing, though some did link. And the dancers... though old and young have joined in to do it, which is kinda nice really, the dance moves?! Jump at this point, run about, wave your arms up and down?

Nothing really made sense... I understand it's got to be really hard to organise and all that, and it's really hard to be the dancers themselves, and I don't know if I can do a better job. But really... I think that it should have been carried better. Things should connect with each other, and not leave people thinking; 'What?'. But the statues were cool.

And the commentators!!! SO irritating! They just wouldn't stop talking!! It's like, You're trying to listen to the people singing, but you only hear them talking!! I mean, the infomation they give is quite... informing. But honestly! Even during the display of WATER they were talking!!

I really really liked it when the two planes flew at each other! The planes were really really cool. And I heard that those planes could, at full speed, cross Singapore in a minute!

Overall... I think it wasn't the best that could have been done...But it was a good performence on the dancers part, and excellent manovering on the pilots part.

:D

The joy of posting your 50th post

My o levels are this year, my mum telling to study SS notes, and study, A word that I hear a lot is 'study'.

Why is it when you are tired, like say after a camp, and your thinking of all that had happened, and your remembering all the funny stuff, and then you go home, slump onto a chair, and realise how quiet the house really is, and how dark it all looks, and then you start to feel depressed because you know that all the excitement is gone, over with, and you have to go back to your normal and very good life, and then you start to cry like mad.

How you stand by someone and watch them die? A know a man who knew he was going to die, he knew, and he told his wife to keep quiet about it, to not tell any of his family members, because he knew that he will be a burden to his family.

His wife, a Chinese, was devoted to honouring her husband. She listened to his wishes.

He knew for three years that he was going to die, and on her birthday, there was food, good food, and he loved food, so he ate. And his wife, told him, he shouldn't eat. And he wanted crab. Crab. Everyone in my dad's side loves crab, I understand why he wanted it.

Under a strict food diet for three years, food all around, crab in front of him, he wanted it. So his wife told him that he shouldn't eat, but he just said 'Namine lah.' (Never mind, Lah is a Singaporean interjection). So she broke the crab, she took out the flesh and gave it to him.

He went into the hospital four days later. His daughter asked him if he wanted to go through dialysis, He said no, he did not want to have the operation. His organs just shut down one by one, he fell into a coma, and then he died.

"We will all die, just not today. So worry about it when it threatens, and except it when it comes." A wise man (with the help of his wife!).

NDP and others

At the time when there was the voting thing for a new gov, or something about voting. Took place a few years ago. Very recently.

There were those people going around in the trucks with the speakers going on about voting for PAP, in all four languages. Blasting it out: "Vote for PAP" or something like that.

Now, because of NDP, there's blasted Planes flying very low, and it's one of those really loud planes, I think with only one pilot. And it files so low, it's so loud, I just happened to be sleeping at the time, and I thought that there were planes coming to bomb us all. And I have twoyounger sibblings. WITH A YOUNG TODDLER. Across the street I could hear a baby crying.

NDP is loads of fun. I've been to the parade before. I've seen it on the telly countless times (Ok maybe I can count the times I've watched it). But really, can't the planes go higher up? It was near the evening, what if there were people eating, and they choked?

After I cheacked that my youngest brother was alright, I just told my sister (having just woken up horribly, and purely irritated with the planes right then) I just blames the government and said "Blasted Government. Either they don't have brians or they're not using them" And as an after thought and to relieve my anger, "Arseheads".

Goodnight everyone and have a great NDP with loud planes flying very low.

What makes a marriage work?

I ask my mum and dad one day why their marriage worked but close relatives' marriage didn't. My mum asked me why I thought their's works while others didn't. At that I paused.

I couldn't say that it was just a gut feeling (even though that was part of the reason), she wouldn't except that. So I decided to say the other half of my reason. The other close couples didn't like each other. So she asked 'How do you know your father and I like each other?' To which I replied with a family joke. She knew what I meant.

Then what I said got me thinking (I want to add that it got her thinking too!). How the heck does a marriage work? There's a whole load of 'couples' that I know who don't have a good marriage. They weigh more than that of the real couples.

My mum said that if I were to ask her this when she and my dad were fighting, they'd both say the hate the marriage.

For a long time, when I was a smaller fry than now, My dad always said that in a fight, especially in a marriage, the one who is right, goes and apologises becaused the one who's wrong most of the time just doesn't have the face to do it.

But is it really that easy I always wondered (knowing my dad it'd probably be anything but easy).

My goodness this is kinda boring....

I think that the secret of marriage is a secret that can only be known to the couples that actually love each other, and is not for the people who aren't married.

:)

I am Very Proud of My Family

Baby Anicus a while after he was born:




He could stand already, so he was probably around 1 1/2



And me and my mum



my mum and dad when my mum's hair was still long

Hiccups

People sometimes say that if you have the hiccups, someone is thinking about you.

I'm not sure why in the world we hiccup, but my thoughts are that something is stuck at the opsophagus, and the hiccups are acutually your body trying to throw up, but in very mild versions.

:D

Malaysia

We went to Kukup (however you spell it!) with some of my mum's friends from school along with their families.

There was a floating fishing farm there. And I touched a few sea animals. And sharks really do have sandpaper skin. And I found out a little about Malaysia and Singapore, and rambutans originated from Singapore, and it's the only fruit that is originated from Singapore.

Well...It's been a long time since I've been in a bum boat, so as I was crossing to get onto it, I was like... really scared. So I asked my sis to help me, so she just held my hand. And when I was about half way across, she suddenly started to say a string of words that I couldn't really understand, but I got the message that I was squeezing her fingers really hard!!

Then my mum's friend came in, rubbing his arm, and his wife had squeezed his arm so hard that her finger nails had dug into his arm!! So we were going around in a bus and all that and walking a bit... and eating a lot... and driving for a really loooonnnnngggg time. We woke up at 545, left at about 650? Reached home at about 945. Nice, long day, wee tired now (: NITE!!!

If I Die

My mum did this, so I'm doing it.

Hopefully I won't be too scared to go

If I die, at the funeral I would like to have a Westlife song to be played for sheer irritaion to my mum and dad, then I want to have music, any kind, but it must keep on playing for at least a day or maybe two. And tell the sisters that I expect them to drive your to the wake if your are holding the wake somewhere else or whatever.

'Dabby' has to take care of Janice Jasmin. And If he can find Casper Crown, all the better. My stuff in my black cabinet, do what ever you want with them.

Put good use to the stuff that can be recycled (that should make mummy happy).

Number 2 knows my password to my posb card. And the rosary card is to Number 5. Number 6 gets the rosary that daddy and Number 2 gave to me.
Number 4, take some money and get sweeties and a bible. Number 1 can take anything he wants.

And if I die anytime soon, Hope you guys make it to the time we can pull Papa God's beard together.

If not... ... ... I suppose I'll just have to keep my stuff!!!!

Canteen Duty

We're going to be doing Canteen Duty tomorrow from 630 to 1230. I know it'll be really really tiring and I'll be really sleepy, but my goodness we're doing it for a good reason!!!! HAHA!!!!

Got to bring food to church, organise and all that. And we'll have to put up with the mums coz some are angry. Reason being, The canteen was cancelled because there was some kind of varnishing going on, and the smell won't be good for the food.

But then it was put back on because we figured we could still do it outside. And when some of the com team went to clean and prepare the place, we found out the the smell wasn't that bad, and after asking around, we found out it was perfectly ok to sell the food in the canteen.

Sigh.

So some of the mums will be angry at all this changing. And they seem to think it's our fault about all the confusion. Just coz we're minors.

But it doesn't matter!! We get to do it!! Thanks to God really.

I keep thinking that this was all a test......

MILES PPL!!! MILES!!!

I consider my neighbors very close!!

There was once when I was talking to one of them, and then we had said bye, but we started to talk again as usual, and my sister, stressed out that day, had yelled out: "MUC MILES PEOPLE!!! MILES!!!"

My neighbor and I looked at her, she saw us, and laughed. MCU stands for Medium Close Up. It's something to do with the focus of the lens i.e. how close of far the shot is. Miles, is from the movie The Holiday. People I suppose is just her way of reliving stress. It's what she does when she's stressed, yell out, make goofy comments, and become really serious again.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

Another Small Experience

There was a night just as I was falling asleep, and I started to type on my phone again, 'writing' to God.

And just before I decided I was going to sleep and was about to say goodnight to God, I just suddenly thought how big this place was. And God was talking to me. I suppose it was one of those times when you get a huge insight on how small I really was, and I kind of understood really how much God loves me....

I suppose that to really understand this, you go to a really big place, and lie down. And pray. :D A right sight you'll be if you do!!

I have a very noisy Family

The Jaw Bone Of An Ass

This is a true story, but I'm not sure if of the exact details. Anyone know the exact details, or if you want to correct me just put a comment (:

There was once a complete idiot. He just couldn't do anything right. School, he failed, work, he failed, social, he failed! But suddenly, he annoucned to the world he knew, he wanted to become a Priest. Now he had to go the Bishop for permission to study to become a Priest. The Bishop, knowing how stupid he was, said 'Absolutely NOT!!' But the man didn't give up.

He continued to ask and ask till finally, out of pure irritation, the Bishop just said 'Fine, let that ass do it.'

That 'ass' studied. He passed. He actually passed! The Bishop knew he couldn't do anything to stop the ass now, coz the ass qualified. So he told one of the men under him; 'Send that ass away from me. Keep him in the most remote place where his mistakes won't matter.'

So the ass went off to the most remote place the Order could find, so remote that one train went there once a week, and stayed there. It just happens, that he heard the Bishop call him an ass. SO he sent a letter just before he started to work to the Bishop:

'Your grace,
I hope you are well. Did you see what God did with a jaw bone of an ass? Imagine what he can do with a full ass. Have a good day.'
Then he signed his name.

He started his work there, just walking around, smiling stupidly at everyone, laughing at people's jokes and all that. Soon, he found his masses actually had people coming to it. He found a choir that sang horribly, but he sang along so enthusiastically that the choir kept going just to see him sing ridiculously loudly.

Soon, the word spread around about him, so much so that the mayor of that remote place needed to rebuild the train station to hold the mass of people coming to see the infamous Priest that everyone talked about, the Priest that sang with gusto, laughed with his heart, and loved with his soul.

In short, the mayor of that remote place needed to rebuild the train station to hold the mass of people coming to see an Ass.

I Love God

But that's MY Tree!!!

I would like to say that the workers did their job and are not to be blamed.

Recently, tree pruning has been going on in my street. I came down at about half past 4 (if I remember correctly) to see a large mango tree, almost as big as a two story house, being cut by workers. My three younger siblings and I found it fascinating to watch a worker use a chain saw, place it on a branch, and watch the branch fall, where other workers were waiting to take it away.

Soon, as I had to go out, I went to take a bath. As I came out, fully dressed, I met my older sister who was running up the stairs, yelling, asking if I had allowed the workers to cut our tree. I had not.

Our golden fruit tree was perhaps four sizes smaller but large in width; it didn't reach the first story of our house. I ran down in hopes of stopping the workers from cutting any more of our tree.

I found a flower standing outside my house. I felt anger seeing so much gone that I turned to the first worker I saw and demanded why he cut it. However, he pointed us to a Chinese man handling the bucket (where a worker stands inside and is lifted to reach the trees). We went to him, demanding again to know what was going on and asking for his name. He gave it to us and explained that it was their job to do it, and that we had to tell him if we didn't want our tree cut. But we answered that we didn't know he was going to cut our tree. He said that he saw us looking at him cutting the mango tree, but we answered that the mango tree was a lot bigger than ours and that he should have told us that he was going to cut our tree. This went round and round, his arguments and ours. He had also said that the patch just outside every household in our street was the governments, and not ours. I felt angry at this.

Soon, we left them alone for a while, and we took pictures of the truck, the license plate number, and tried to catch the Chinese man's face. We went back inside to talk about what to do. We went back to them and asked who was in charge of the whole project and asked for the man in charge. He didn't want to give it. Only until my sister told him that if he didn't tell us, the only person we could blame was him, did he give us the name and number. And the same argument of us seeing him cut the other trees down came up again and we told him again that he should have asked us first. He then said that e couldn't possibly expect him to ask every single one in the street owning a tree if he could prune it. And we answered yes, they jolly well should. And he said that he couldn't because it would take time. At this, I got angry and told my sister in a loud voice; “This is the GOVERNMENT we're talking about ok, the GOVERNMENT.” The Chinese man got the point. My sister calmly told the Chinese man, and me, that it wasn't his fault, it was the people in charge.

Is this the Government? They people who say they're good? They come and cut our tree?! There's an old saying; 'To see a man's character, you must see how he treats the people below him.'
Our tree is not a man, but 'since it is on the government's land, it's theirs'?!

So, we took this information to our father who came down to talk to the same man. The Chinese man told my dad the same thing he told us, and also said that our tree was blocking the road. I know FOR A FACT that it wasn't because a while back a neighbor cut that part off without our consent, not even telling us that they wanted to do it. My dad told him this, and also pointed to him, lower down our street, that there were trees, same hight as ours, blocking the road! But he answered that the owners of those plants told him not to cut it. And, like us, my dad told him that he should communicate with us about cutting down our tree. My dad walked off to call the person the Chinese man gave us, and I stayed there and said he had to look at it from our point of view; 'because it's the government's, they can cut it down, which means that if the government wanted to cut down our house, they could?' That, was referring to en block.

In the end, they left, and the person my dad called came down, but he was worse than the Chinese man. He didn't want to have anything to do with it, and left, despite the fact that it was his job.. My dad told me to take a picture of his plate, which I did standing in front of his car as he was about to drive off.

Is this the Government?

They talk about saving our trees, yet they cut ours down without our consent.

Teresa Ess

This is me and my mum. I think we have very few pictures together, so I was really happy when this was taken. (: We look good don't we?

Some SFX Pics

That's Father Brian, Blessing people for Sunset Mass on Palm Sunday. I like the way the sun is falling

I didn't know there'd be somethings before 7, I came late!

This is another sun shot of Fr. B:





These are the Alter Boys with Fr. B at the back, Fr. B representing Jesus, Alter Boys representing the people last time. At least thats what I think it represents!



And a close up of the crucifix...




This is the part where everyone is walking up to the Alter, led by an Alter Boy holding the Crucifix, with two Alter Boys holding candles on either side of the Cross.


This, like every Mass, is the time where everyone bows before stepping up to take their places around the Alter.

And THIS Is Father Ho.

LOL!!!
If you know him, this is almost what you always see if he's not talking to anyone.

But this is the Father Ho we know:


This is the Christmas Mass.

His face is like that cos the baby was heavy to him and he was tired.

This is him probably thinking about the person who made this baby so heavy.


This is how he's supposed to carry it.


And this is Fr. B just walking up with Father Ho struggling at the back.


I once. while sitting just inside, I saw the whole prosession walk pass to go to the back of the Church. It was a magnificent sight.
This is a small taste of what it was like:



That's Fr. B, Father Ho, and the Arch Bishop.


This is Good Friday, Stations of the cross.

And This is Father Gerard.

He used to be the Assitant Parish Priest, but he was moved to Holy Spirit Church.
Father Brian is now the Assitant Parish Priest

Wheel Chair Bound

Another story I wrote. (: Hope you like it.




Hello. I’m Grace Tan. I’m 14. And I’m wheel chair bound. See what happened was that while my sister and me was still growing, something had happen on a checkup. Some chemical reaction had done something so one of us was going to be deformed. When I came out the doc told my mum the bad news and everything in the house was changed. Anyway I want to tell you about the two most wonderful days of my life. It started by me waking up. I went down slowly to the living room. (One thing you may like to know, there’s no stairs. They had been removed and replaced with slopes so that I could go up and down as I wish; isn’t that so cool!!) My only sibling and twin, Mandy, and mum, Kate, were in there and having an argument. As soon as I came in they stopped. They didn’t like to have fights at all in front of me. I never really knew why. “We have a surprise for you.” My mum walked forward. “Who do you love?” Mandy came forward too. “You guys?” they both smiled. “And?” they said at the same time. “Westlife?” “Yes,” Mandy smiled. I looked at them confused. Mum produced a letter.

“Hello. I’m Kate. I have a child that’s wheel chair bound and she loves you guys a lot. She can’t do a lot what other kids do and I know that what she wants more than any other thing in the world is to meet you (though she won’t admit to it.) It would mean a lot if you could just meet her for an hour or so. Please.
Kate.”

“MUM!!” I looked up. “You can’t do that! There are a lot of other kids that also want to meet them that have more chance of meet them. You can’t do that! And anyway they’ll say no.” “What makes you think so?” she produced another letter.

“Hi Kate, its Westlife, we’d love to meet your child. How about we meet after the stage performance in Sincil Bank Stadium, Lincoln? Perhaps 11 pm. We know it’s late but it’s the only time we can meet anyone. But can you please, please send us her name as well as someone who can stay with her? Send her name and a couple of other details in the envelope that came with this letter. That letter has our assurance that it will be able to reach us. Thanks and we’ll see you soon.”

The letter was signed by all of them. For a while I just stared at it. All the while I could hear the song Flying Without Wings. “A simple line can make you laugh or cry”. Anyway the time I was to meet them was the very next day 11 pm. So the next day they helped dress me up and got me into a car. “Where did you get this?!” I half yelled then apologized. “It’s Westlife’s dear.” Mandy answered.

We decided that Mandy would come with me. My mum would just walk me out. So we slowly got in. This car was kind of different. It’s for wheel chairs. There’s this big space with a seatbelt that was very confusing and it was for me. That definitely made me feel big. It’s a car made for me!! Or at least wheelchair bound people. Anyway, we soon arrived at the stadium with our backstage pass and we were led deep in. I think we were walking for ten minutes. And finally the guards that were with us said “In there.” and showed us into a room. Comfy was my first thought. “They’ll see you in about ten minutes. Hopefully.” the guard tried to joke. We smiled back. As soon as they left Mandy plonked down onto the sofa. “Pig.” I commented. “What?!” “It’s not fair that you fall down there. It looks nice.” “It is nice.” Mandy teased. “Ha ha.” Soon we heard people coming down. They were laughing a lot. “Oh!” Mandy jumped off the sofa then sat back down.

The laughter had passed us. “False alarm.” I grinned. Mandy lay down again. And the door opened. Mandy jumped up again, freaked. Shane came in and I laughed at Mandy. I couldn’t help it. I mean if you had seen Mandy’s face and the way she jumped YOU would’ve laughed as well. Nicky came in next and kind of stared. Kian next and finally Mark. I was still laughing and Mandy was blushing. Shane had seen most of it and was laughing a little. The others were just looking confused.

“Ok.” Mark raised his hands half way up as if to say stop. Mandy gave a shy smile but I was still giggling. “Hi.” Mandy waved and nudged me. “Hi. Thanks for see-” I was still laughing. “Hey.” they moved forward to shake hands with me and I did it without looking at any of them coz I was still giggling Soon they had sat down and waited for me to stop. “Hi.” I greeted. “Hey.” “Hi.” “Hello.” they answered. “Sorry. It’s just that it was funny.” I apologized. “Nah, it’s ok.” Nicky gave me a smile which made me warm all over. “But em...what were you laughing about?” We talked about a lot of stuff. I asked them questions, played a couple of games. And got a picture signed. Actually had four signed... “Em, Kath,” Mark asked. “Yea?” “D’you mind if a camera comes in?” “Err, it’s coming in now or what?” “Only if you don’t mind,” Nicky said. “Coz there’s gonna be some talk shows that gonna call you, be on their shows. Stuff like that.” Kian said. “Err..but..err...ok.” I raised my eyebrows. That’s weird. Why are they asking me? “It’s alright if you don’t want to.” Shane said. I said it was alright and the camera came in.

And soon I had to go, the reason being that instead of leaving after twenty minutes or so it was one hour after. I do not know how that could have happened. But it did. I’m not going to complain. Anyway noticing the time Mandy got up slowly. “We’ll walk out with you if you like.” Mark said, getting up too. “Sure.” I smiled. We walked out, now quiet. Now talking. Just now it had taken ten minutes to get in. Now it took five. Suddenly we were outside. Nothing in sight, just a few cars parked. So Mandy and I would have to walk home. Of course we told them we’d take a taxi. But I wanted to stretch my arms and Mandy wanted to walk. So Mandy and I crossed. We had to go by the slope so we had to go one round. As I passed them for the last time, I stopped and looked at Westlife for the last time in real life. Not in pictures, they could move and they were right in front of me. They waved. I waved back. I really enjoyed myself. Obviously. We walked off slowly. I looked back once and they had gone. Everyone but Nicky. I didn’t know why. He waved. I waved. And Mandy and I went home. I won’t ever forget the day I saw them.

(Honestly, who would?)

Monday, Jan, 21, 2008

It's been a long time since I've posted anything.

There's been a lot going on in my life, and I find, the more i know, the more i don't know (Ya ya I know, I sound like someone who's trying to look like they know a lot).

There's a few people I know who died. A few people who I know, someone They know died. When I was smaller, I really can't reamember anyone dying, maybe a few, but now it's like, so many people are dying.

And then, I find That Church Isn't what it looks from the outside, People seem like they aren't very friendly at first, but then they're really ok. And then, because I'm a little older, People don't seem to want to look at me or smile, or say hello. And I find some people can be very stupid (I bet your thinking, Welcome to life you idiot, Think life is going to be all smiles is-it?).

Is it some sort of crime to say I listen to worship songs, and I don't really like to listen to much of other type of song? I don't really listen to other artists. Is that some sort of crime?

And apperently I'm older than I look. (:

This is a vid I made.

The Song is called Home by a band, their name is Westlife.