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well, now i'm in my new house typing my blog ...hehe...tiS house iS a bit smaLL...but it seems coZy ....should i be happy or sad? my hometown iS actually in Yishun...when i'm in primary 4, we shifted to Sembawang... quite a new town area tat time, with leSS facilities...even the shopping centre was under construction at tat so call era...during the 6 yrS down the road...i met many new frenZ...shared many hardships and joY....i'm especially gratefuL that i met GOD...if i didn't enter my secondary sch
ok ..talking abt moving house...well...guess wat? my new house was situated in Yishun....wait i have not finish yet....juSt the block nxt to my previous block in Yishun....does it sounds confusing? erm.. let me rephrase myself...i actually lived in blk 132...but moved to Sembawang... now back to Yishun in blk 131...issit clearer?
You see a gorgeous girl at a party.You go up to her and say,
"I am very rich. Marry me!"
That's Direct Marketing
You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a gorgeous girl.
One of your friends goes up to her and pointing at you says,
He's very rich. Marry him."
That's Advertising.
You see a gorgeous girl at a party.You go up to her and get her
telephone number.The next day you call and say, "Hi, I'm very rich. Marry me."
That's Telemarketing.
You're at a party and see a gorgeous girl.You get up and
straighten your tie; you walk up to her and pour her a drink.
You open the door for her, pick up her bag after she drops it,offer
her a ride, and then say, "By the way, I'm very rich "Will you marry me?"
That's Public Relations.
You're at a party and se! ! e a gorgeous girl.She walks up to
you and says, "You are very rich, I want to marry you."
That's Brand Recognition.
You see a gorgeous girl at a party.You go up to her and say,
"I'm rich. Marry me"She gives you a nice hard slap on your face.
That's Customer Feedback.
A small piece of sodium which lived in a testube fell
> > > > >in love with a Bunsen burner. "Bunsen! my flame! I
> > > > >melt whenever I see you" said the sodium. The bunsen
> > > > >burner replied :"It's just a phase you're going
> > > > >through".
> > > > >---
> > > > >A neutron walks into a bar; he asks the bartender: "
> > > > >How much for a beer?" The bartender looks at him and
> > > > >says: "For you, it's no charge".
> > > > >---
> > > > >Why did the white bear dissolve in water?
> > > > >Because it was polar.
> > > > >---
> > > > >What do you call a tooth in a glass of water?
> > > > >A one molar solution.
> > > > >---
> > > > >What do dipoles say in passing?
> > > > >Have you got a moment?
> > > > >---
> > > > >Why does hamburger have lower energy than steak?
> > > > >Because it's in the ground state.
> > > > >---
> > > > >What do you do with a dead chemist?
> > > > >Barium (bury them...just in case u dun get it:D)
> > > > >---
> > > > >What weapon can you make from the elements potassium,
> > > > >nickel, Iodine and iron?
> > > > >A KNIFe.
> > > > >---
> > > > >Why do chemists like nitrates so much?
> > > > >They're cheaper than day rates.
> > > > >---
> > > > >What did one titration tell the other?
> > > > >Let's meet at the endpoint.
> > > > >---
> > > > >Why are chemists great for solving problems?
> > > > >They have all the solutions.
> > > > >---
> > > > >Do you know what happened to the chemist who was
> > > > >reading a book about Helium?
> > > > >He just couldn't put it down.
> > > > >---
> > > > >Why do chemistry professors like to teach about
> > > > >ammonia?
> > > > >Because it's basic stuff.
> > > > >---
> > > > >What is a cation afraid of?
> > > > >A dogion
> > > > >---
> > > > >What did the match tell the flame?
> > > > >Baby, you make me lose my head.
> > > > >---
> > > > >Why did the ice cube get divorced?
> > > > >His wife said he was too cold.
> > > > >---
> > > > >Why did Carbon marry Hydrogen?
> > > > >They bonded well from the minute they met.
> > > > >---
> > > > >What kind of ghosts haunt chemistry faculties?
> > > > >Methylated spirits.
> > > > >---
> > > > >If H20 is water what is H204?
> > > > >Drinking, bathing, washing, swimming. . .
> > > > >---
> > > > >A psychotic chemist came home from work and had a big
> > > > >fight with his wife. In the heat of the moment, he
> > > > >grabbed a bottle of some lethal chemical substance and
> > > > >forced her to drink it while he screamed: " Die Ethyl,
> > > > >die". The wife dropped dead on the floor and the
> > > > >neighbors who were watching the scene, decided to call
> > > > >the police. The policemen arrived and arrested the
> > > > >chemist. One of them asked: Was there any reason for
> > > > >you to kill your wife? The chemist replied: " There
> > > > >was no chemistry between us. We never bonded well
> > > > >although we tried.In the compound where we lived, our
> > > > >temperaments collided. She always responded negatively
> > > > >to my comments. Our relationship was unstable. There
> > > > >was no possible solution. She had an attitude and I
> > > > >was explosive. Finally, I overreacted. But now I'm
> > > > >glad it's over. I'm in equilibrium again.I will feel
> > > > >free even behind the irons."
> > > > >---
> > > > >A group of organic molecules were having a party, when
> > > > >a group of robbers broke into the room and stole all
> > > > >of the guests joules.A tall, strong man, armed with a
> > > > >machine gun came into the room and killed the robbers
> > > > >one by one.The guests were very grateful to this man,
> > > > >and they wanted to know who he was. He replied: My
> > > > >name is BOND, Covalent Bond.
> > > > >---
> > > > >According to a chemist, why is the world so diverse?
> > > > >Because it's made up of alkynes of people.
> > > > >
Here are some jokes hope ya enjoy them...although it's only some tat i like..
tonS of hmwk...tests...exam...around da corner..piling up... i can't breathe...but hey..y am i still in blOg...arn't i'm suppose to finish up my hmwk?oh u muS tink tat i'm very free...actually i'm juS lazing around...dun feel like doing now....oh my gosh left 28 daes still counting down....
a true story...
A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas as the Doctor walked into the small hospital room of Diana Blessing. Still groggy from surgery, her husband David held her hand as they braced themselves for the latest news. That afternoon of March 10, 1991, complications had forced Diana, only 24-weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency Caesarean to deliver the couple's new daughter, Danae Lu Blessing. At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound and nine ounces, they already knew she was perilously premature. Still, the doctor's soft words dropped like bombs. 'I don't think she's going to make it', he said, as kindly as he could. "There's only a 10-percent chance she will live through the night, and even then, if by some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a very cruel one". Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the devastating problems Danae would likely face if she survived. She would never walk, she would never talk, she would probably be blind, she would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions from cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation, and on and on. "No! No!" was all Diana could say. She and David, with their 5-year-old son Dustin, had long dreamed of the day they would have a daughter to become a family of four. Now, within a matter of hours, that dream was slipping away. Through the dark hours of morning as Danae held onto life by the thinnest thread, Diana slipped in and out of sleep, growing more and more determined that their tiny daughter would live-and live to be a healthy, happy young girl. But David, fully awake and listening to additional dire details of their daughter's chances of ever leaving the hospital alive, much less healthy, knew he must confront his wife with the inevitable. David walked in and said that they needed to talk about making funeral arrangements. Diana remembers 'I felt so bad for him because he was doing everything, trying to include me in what was going on, but I just wouldn't listen, I couldn't listen.' I said, "No, that is not going to happen, no way! I don't care what the doctors say. Danae is not going to die! One day she will be just fine, and she will be coming home with us!" As if willed to live by Diana's determination, Danae clung to life hour after hour, with the help of every medical machine and marvel her miniature body could endure. But as those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana. Because Danae's under-developed nervous system was essentially 'raw,' the lightest kiss or caress only intensified her discomfort, so they couldn't even cradle their tiny baby girl against their chests to offer the strength of their love. All they could do, as Danae struggled alone beneath the ultraviolet light in the tangle of tubes and wires, was to pray that God would stay close to their precious little girl. There was never a moment when Danae suddenly grew stronger. But as the weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of weight here and an ounce of strength there. At last, when Danae turned two months old, her parents were able to hold her in their arms for the very first time. And two months later, though doctors continued to gently but grimly warn that her chances of surviving, much less living any kind of normal life, were next to zero. Danae went home from the hospital, just as her mother had predicted. Today, five years later, Danae is a petite but feisty young girl with glittering gray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life. She shows no signs, whatsoever, of any mental or physical impairments. Simply, she is everything a little girl can be and more-but that happy ending is far from the end of her story. One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in Irving, Texas, Danae was sitting in her mother's lap in the bleachers of a local ball park where her brother Dustin's baseball team was practicing. As always, Danae was chattering non-stop with her mother and several other adults sitting nearby when she suddenly fell silent. Hugging her arms across her chest, Danae asked, "Do you smell that?" Smelling the air and detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana replied, "Yes, it smells like rain." Danae closed her eyes and again asked, "Do you smell that?" Once again, her mother replied, "Yes, I think we're about to get wet, it smells like rain." Still caught in the moment, Danae shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with her small hands and loudly announced, "No, it smells like Him. It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest." Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Danae then happily hopped down to play with the other children. Before the rains came, her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and all the members of the extended Blessing family had known, at least in their hearts, all along. During those long days and nights of her first two months of her life, when her nerves were too sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding Danae on His chest and it is His loving scent that she remembers so well.
"For the grace of God has appeared, bringing salvation to all men." Titus 2:11
A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco. "Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me."
"Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him."
"There's something you should know" the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us."
"I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live."
"No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us."
"Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own."
At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide.
The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know, their son had only one arm and one leg.
The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are. Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are.
Tonight, before you tuck yourself in for the night, say a little prayer that God will give you the strength you need to accept people as they are, and to help us all be more understanding of those who are different from us!!!
Story fm http://www.geocities.com/SouthBeach/Palms/1274/stories.html
FebruaryAbstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent andclever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislike unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.
...29 daes to Os....now oreadi scared...leSS than a month!!!!oh my gosh....wonder why i always write so little...laZy? ... perhaps ba...tonS of exam coming up...making me goiing maD!!!erm...have anyone tell u tat there is a MAD club? hey i'm not kidding..it's rite here in blogger webbie....someone created tat ...they define mad as "Making A Difference"...u can join thru here http://suhailkassim.blogspot.com/
