NEW YEAR!!!

New year. .........

What's the point of a resolution? What is a resolution anyway? It's supposedly something you decide to do, as a resolution, and you'd do it for the rest of the year.

Goodness, once my resolution was to play a game I had got for Christmas. I lost almost all the pieces a week after New Year.

???

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

By Having So Called Friends My English Becomes Worse

Ever since I started to go to a Youth Group that was around my age I realised a lot about myself and a little bit about what the world may be like. Things like saying please wasn't there, it'd be more like; 'A, pass that'. I sometimes wonder if they're being rude or just so comfortable with each other.

I once asked a 'friend' if she could say please when she didn't. She and I didn't really talk a lot after that because she said that I was touchy. No disrespect to her.

If she is right, I'm touchy. But then again, a please would be nicer espacially if we just met. Same with that friend. We just met, and she's been quite rude, and I finally said as nicely as possible, a please would be nice. She ignored me till the end of the day and she said she thought I was touchy.

Is it unreasonalble to think that's rude, and that I'm not touchy? And for some of the people I know now, sometimes they too are a little rude, but then again, they're supposedly my friends, but when I try to talk to them, they wouldn't want to answer and sometimes try to answer me in order for them to go and talk to their 'real' friends. But then when they have no one else to talk to, they suddenly want to tell me all about themselves.

Well that's nice.

And while talking to them, I find I curse a lot more, I use singlish, along with slang words like Sia, woa f**k man, and what the shit is that? Before, I used only words like bloody hell and oh shit!!.

I find, that even though they aren't even friends, I'm willing to talk and humor them if only for someone to talk to. Pa-Ta-Tic right?

Once in a while, I see a few people who always stay outside the group. Call me stupid, I always somehow want to do something for them just to let them know that they're being noticed (You can throw up now if you haven't already).

Roll eyes.

Dumb isn't it? When I can't fit in, I want others to. I think this is what parents, or at least my parents, always feel, when they tell me to do this, do that, go and study for 'O' levels. Althought they say, they'll give me the guidelines, but they won't push me, so if I fail, it's my fault.

It's a good thing, I think, the way they do things.

By Simple Plan

"Welcome To My Life"



Do you ever feel like breaking down?

Do you ever feel out of place?

Like somehow you just don't belong

And no one understands you

Do you ever wanna run away?

Do you lock yourself in your room?

With the radio on turned up so loud



That no one hears you screaming

No you don't know what it's like

When nothing feels all right

You don't know what it's like

To be like me

To be hurt

To feel lost

To be left out in the dark

To be kicked when you're down

To feel like you've been pushed around

To be on the edge of breaking down

And no one's there to save you

No you don't know what it's like

Welcome to my life

Do you wanna be somebody else?

Are you sick of feeling so left out?

Are you desperate to find something more?

Before your life is over

Are you stuck inside a world you hate?

Are you sick of everyone around?

With their big fake smiles and stupid lies

While deep inside you're bleeding

No you don't know what it's like

When nothing feels all right

You don't know what it's like



To be like me

To be hurt

To feel lost

To be left out in the dark

To be kicked when you're down

To feel like you've been pushed around

To be on the edge of breaking down

And no one's there to save you

No you don't know what it's like

Welcome to my life



No one ever lied straight to your face

And no one ever stabbed you in the back

You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay

Everybody always gave you what you wanted

You never had to work it was always there

You don't know what it's like, what it's like



To be hurt

To feel lost

To be left out in the dark

To be kicked when you're down

To feel like you've been pushed around

To be on the edge of breaking down

And no one's there to save you



No you don't know what it's like (what it's like)



To be hurt

To feel lost

To be left out in the dark

To be kicked when you're down

To feel like you've been pushed around

To be on the edge of breaking down

And no one's there to save you

No you don't know what it's like

Welcome to my life

Welcome to my life

Welcome to my life

What's wrong with Westlife?

My mum and dad hate Westlife, whereas I like them. And I keep asking myself, what the hell is wrong with them? They do steal songs, they've done two cover albums and some of the songs they choose really wasn't very good, but their voices are quite good. In fact they're very good. They've written a few songs, not much but a few.

They started when they were about 16 or 17, until now, almost at their 30s, they've done many gigs, sometimes, they dance, but most times they just sit, and then at a point they stand and sing, they've actually tried Pussycat Dolls ' Don't Cha', which was very weird, the way the danced wasn't very good.

And, after a particular song, they'd do a strip tease, where the take their jakects off, a glove, and pull their jeans down to show their underpants to the crowd, and then leave the stage. I think that's very stupid, but you hear a lot of screaming.

But they songs they don't steal, or some of the cover versions, are actually quite good. Like Bop Bop Baby, Evergreen, I Don't Wanna Fight, Queen Of My Heart. And a cover version I like is Uptown Girl.

I do not understand why they have to hate Westlife. Why must they hate them?

Isn't It The Same As Killing Yourself?

When a killer is sentenced to death by the Jury, even though the killer is a killer, isn't the Jury killing as well? I mean, I think so, Jesus told his John and the eleven that whatever they say, is so in heaven (big burden). They passed that authority to others, and those passed it on, and so it goes to the Pope.

I'm not sure if or not that authority was passed to the Jury of each court.

If so, I really hope that the Jury knows what kind of authority is on their hands, and that they hold it carefully.

If not, what the hell are they doing killing people and sentencing them to how many years in jail?

But if they have the authortiy, how can they kill someone? So what if the man has killed? So what? Or is it, 'We are giving Justice to the dead person's family.' And what about the killer's family, if he has family? What about, God? The oath you take before sitting at the stand, 'Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?' There's sometimes a bit more about helping God or something. But YOU PUT YOU HAND ON A BIBLE. That would mean that you are swearing on the Bible.

How can you kill when you are supposed to be 'playing' by the Bible?

However, I have not had a friend or family killed (let that never happen), therefore I do not know the rage of wanting revenge, so take this as a point of view you do not have to accept.

DECEMBER!!!

IT'S DECEMBER!!! HAHA!!!

It's finally December. Can see my family under one roof again!! And (this is why this year is even more special) Christmas eve and day are only for family!! 23rd is for friends!! HAHA!!!

I feel like I can burst out of my chair right now. Haha!! (:

This is going to be a very good year. (:

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Just 3 Words Three things in life that, once gone, never come back -
1. Time
2. Words
3. Opportunity

Three things in life that can destroy a person -
1. Anger
2. Pride
3. Unforgiveness

Three things in life that you should never lose-
1. Hope
2. Peace
3. Honesty

Three things in life that are most valuable -
1. Love
2. Family & Friends
3. Kindness
Three things in life that are never certain -
1. Fortune
2. Success
3. Dreams

Three things that make a person -
1. Commitment
2. Sincerity
3. Hard work

Three things that are truly constant -
Father - Son - Holy Spirit

NO one falls in love by choice, it is by CHANCE.
No one stays in love by chance, it is by WORK.
And no one falls out of love by chance, it is by CHOICE

Please forward this message.
He did something for you, now do something for him.
Spread his word, and you'll be rewarded.
How will you be rewarded?
Matthew 10:32 "Whoever acknowledges Me before men, I will acknowledge him before My Father in heaven. But whoever disowns Me before men, I will disown him before My Father in heaven"

What is a Blog?

I once posted : 'A blog is a blog'. Someone commented, 'What is a blog?'. At that moment in time, I didn't have an answer. So, after a while, I forgot about it (roll eyes). But now I remember!! Anyway, I have a sort-of-answer.

What is a blog?
A blog, is somewhere you can put almost anything you want down. Videos, pictures, your thoughts. It may even be a diary.

But how do you put your thoughts down, when your family has access to it? Wouldn't that therefor mean that your family has access to your thoughts? Your little space? So you can't have a blog for your thoughts if your family can see it (unless you just don't mind them seeing what you think).

You could post videos like porn, though I'm not sure if Blogspot would allow it, only you'd have to cope with the shame of people seeing your naked body.

Same with Pictures.

So I say, if you like to have a private space for yourself, if your family has access to it, don't put it on a blog. If you won't be able to cope with the shame of being seen naked, don't.

Actually, A blog is what you make a blog. I guess it's how you look at it. I look at it as, something for me to put whatever I feel like putting up (which would include porn).

The Pastor and His Son

Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church, the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts.

This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring down rain. The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, "OK, dad, I'm ready."His Pastor dad asked, "Ready for what?" "Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out." Dad responds, "Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring down rain."The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, "But Dad, aren't people still going to Hell, even though it's raining?"
Dad answers, "Son, I am not going out in this weather." Despondently, the boy asks, "Dad, can I go? Please?"

His father hesitated for a moment then said, "Son, you can go. Here are the tracts, be careful son." "Thanks Dad!" And with that, he was off and out into the rain, his eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a Gospel Tract.

After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST TRACT. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted.

Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered. He rang it again and again, but still no one answered.

He waited but still no answer. Finally, this eleven year old trooper turned to leave, but something stopped him. Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch! He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.

Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, "What can I do for you, son?" With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, "Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that *JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU* and I came to give you my very last Gospel Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE."

With that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave. She called to him as he departed. "Thank you, son! And God Bless You!"

Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit. As the service began, he asked, "Does anybody have any testimony or want to say anything?"

Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet. As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her face, "No one in this church knows me. I've never been here before. You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live.

So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and brokenhearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, "I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away." I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly. I thought to myself again, "Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me." I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.

When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you! The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, "Ma'am, I just came to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU." Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand.

As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more.You see---I am now a Happy Child of the KING. Since the address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell."

There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of praise and honor to THE KING resounded off the very rafters of the building, Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little angel was seated..He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably. Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love & honor for his son... Except for One.

Our Father also allowed His Son to go out into a cold and dark world. He received His Son back with joy unspeakable, and as all of heaven shouted praises and honor to The King, the Father sat His beloved Son on a throne far above all principality and power and every name that is named.

Anagrams

DORMITORY:
When u rearrange the letters:
DIRTY ROOM

PRESBYTERIAN:
When you rearrange the letters:
BEST IN PRAYER

ASTRONOMER:
When you rearrange the letters:
MOON STARER

DESPERATION:
When you rearrange the letters:
A ROPE ENDS IT

THE EYES:
When you rearrange the letters:
THEY SEE

GEORGE BUSH:
When you rearrange the letters:
HE BUGS GORE

THE MORSE CODE:
When you rearrange the letters:
HERE COME DOTS

SLOT MACHINES:
When you rearrange the letters:
CASH LOST IN ME

ANIMOSITY:
When you rearrange the letters:
IS NO AMITY

ELECTION RESULTS:
When you rearrange the letters:
LIES - LET'S RECOUNT

SNOOZE ALARMS:
When you rearrange the letters:
ALAS! NO MORE Z 'S

A DECIMAL POINT:
When you rearrange the letters:
IM A DOT IN PLACE

THE EARTHQUAKES:
When you rearrange the letters:
THAT QUEER SHAKE

ELEVEN PLUS TWO:
When you rearrange the letters:
TWELVE PLUS ONE

AND FOR THE GRAND FINALE:

MOTHER-IN-LAW:
When you u rearrange the letters:
WOMAN HITLER