Somewhere over the rainbow- way
up high
in the land
that I heard of once
Once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow- skies
are blue
and the dreams
that you dare to dream
really do come true
Someday I’ll wish upon a star
and wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
away above the chimney tops
that’s where you’ll find me
(Instrumental)
Someday I’ll wish upon a star
and wake up
where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
away above the chimney tops
that’s where you’ll find me
Somewhere over the rainbow
skies are blue
and the dreams...that you dare to dream
really do come true
If happy little bluebirds fly
above the rainbow, why
Oh, why can’t I?
~sung by Eva Cassidy
I lurve this version best. This # is more suited for female vocalists. Heeh.
Friday, December 30, 2005
Thursday, December 29, 2005
A Little Reminder
Today i went to Arrupe Chapel. I've never been there on an afternoon. It was a good thing i went. It was a lovely, sunny day too. It was mostly peaceful, well, aside from the drum pounding from a neighbouring school. Heh, I sound like a kindergardener...is that how you spell that? Oh well.
Anyways, it is a nice little nook, with a little swirling fan (which usually is not put on that mode) and windows overseeing, well greeneries and nothing else. Probably just the tar road. There's a large silhouetted figure of Jesus in the middle of the chapel against a wall studded with pebbled bricks. And there was Jesus next to His silhouette.
I said a prayer, which I think was hardly a well-structured one, although it was the best I could concoct at that time. I had a feeling that my prayers are so "luan" and boring that I think God sometimes would fall asleep hearing it.
Anyways, after closing the prayer, I kinda noticed that the tabernacle was suddenly lit (I seriously thought it wasn't when I came in). So was kinda wondering who would have lit it. Heh. I didn't think about it too much tho, but had a slight urge to go out for a breath of fresh air (like for a smoke...right), drink some water and find an open washroom. So I went on out with my little water bottle and saw my car lights was on. Woh...I thought. No wonder the alarm kept going off everytime I opened the car door. Blur me.
What a coincidence with lights today, both in the tabernacle and my car's. God was so kind today...Thanks God! I'd probably have to call for a battery replacement if not... =( Today, I learnt that I want to see myself depend more on God. People would hurt us and let us down and I pray that He would give me the strength to let go of some things that I'm struggling to and to move on.
Anyways, it is a nice little nook, with a little swirling fan (which usually is not put on that mode) and windows overseeing, well greeneries and nothing else. Probably just the tar road. There's a large silhouetted figure of Jesus in the middle of the chapel against a wall studded with pebbled bricks. And there was Jesus next to His silhouette.
I said a prayer, which I think was hardly a well-structured one, although it was the best I could concoct at that time. I had a feeling that my prayers are so "luan" and boring that I think God sometimes would fall asleep hearing it.
Anyways, after closing the prayer, I kinda noticed that the tabernacle was suddenly lit (I seriously thought it wasn't when I came in). So was kinda wondering who would have lit it. Heh. I didn't think about it too much tho, but had a slight urge to go out for a breath of fresh air (like for a smoke...right), drink some water and find an open washroom. So I went on out with my little water bottle and saw my car lights was on. Woh...I thought. No wonder the alarm kept going off everytime I opened the car door. Blur me.
What a coincidence with lights today, both in the tabernacle and my car's. God was so kind today...Thanks God! I'd probably have to call for a battery replacement if not... =( Today, I learnt that I want to see myself depend more on God. People would hurt us and let us down and I pray that He would give me the strength to let go of some things that I'm struggling to and to move on.
Monday, December 26, 2005
Pretty Amusing...
8/12/2005~Anonymous Lawyer
There's an associate in the office who has the flu, or the avian flu, or something pretty terrible. She came in yesterday and spent the day coughing loudly enough you could hear her down the hall. I told her to try and be a little more considerate. She asked if she should go home, but I told her obviously that wasn't an option given her workload but she should definitely try and cut down on the coughing and that might even make it easier for her to get the work done.
So this morning she calls up and says she's really feeling terrible and she wanted to "work from home," but I know that scheme and I told her it's not going to work this time and she really needs to come in. And, again, she spends half the day coughing, even after I told her not to. She's coughing out of spite because I wouldn't let her stay home, obviously. And it's a game I just don't have time to play this week, with a deadline on a response brief and a bunch of other clients with time-sensitive work we need to get out by the end of the year.
So I see her sneaking out at about 7:30 tonight and I asked her how far she'd gotten on the piece of the research she's working on, and she said she hasn't finished yet, so I told her to turn back around and finish it before she left, and to please use the service elevator when she finally does leave because I don't need her germs infecting everyone else. We're going to have to clean her office and get rid of whatever she's got, because she hasn't been smart enough to keep herself healthy at crunch time. You need to take care of yourself so you don't get sick, because you're not really allowed to get sick here. Bonus time is coming. I'm hoping we can play around with her billable hour reports so she doesn't get a full bonus, as payback for this whole "sick" thing. I'm sick too. Sick of her.
I'm also sick of the generic post-it notes and their lack of sufficient stickiness. Generic everything is pretty terrible.
There's an associate in the office who has the flu, or the avian flu, or something pretty terrible. She came in yesterday and spent the day coughing loudly enough you could hear her down the hall. I told her to try and be a little more considerate. She asked if she should go home, but I told her obviously that wasn't an option given her workload but she should definitely try and cut down on the coughing and that might even make it easier for her to get the work done.
So this morning she calls up and says she's really feeling terrible and she wanted to "work from home," but I know that scheme and I told her it's not going to work this time and she really needs to come in. And, again, she spends half the day coughing, even after I told her not to. She's coughing out of spite because I wouldn't let her stay home, obviously. And it's a game I just don't have time to play this week, with a deadline on a response brief and a bunch of other clients with time-sensitive work we need to get out by the end of the year.
So I see her sneaking out at about 7:30 tonight and I asked her how far she'd gotten on the piece of the research she's working on, and she said she hasn't finished yet, so I told her to turn back around and finish it before she left, and to please use the service elevator when she finally does leave because I don't need her germs infecting everyone else. We're going to have to clean her office and get rid of whatever she's got, because she hasn't been smart enough to keep herself healthy at crunch time. You need to take care of yourself so you don't get sick, because you're not really allowed to get sick here. Bonus time is coming. I'm hoping we can play around with her billable hour reports so she doesn't get a full bonus, as payback for this whole "sick" thing. I'm sick too. Sick of her.
I'm also sick of the generic post-it notes and their lack of sufficient stickiness. Generic everything is pretty terrible.
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la
I missed the opportunity
to get you babe to stay with me.
Never thought, I'd regret the excuses that I've made
like a song, it will fade
chorus
If there's music in the night,
And it's really, really right,
It's the only thing I need.
it intoxicates your mind
All your troubles left behind
So come on and take my lead.
it's not just me who feels it
music plays a mind trick
watch me forget about missing you
so i put my feelings out to dry
love, one day again,
i'll have to try.
falling out, making up
it seems such a silly game
why do i never gain?
repeat chorus
na na na's
repeat chorus
~Mind Trick: Jamie Cullum
to get you babe to stay with me.
Never thought, I'd regret the excuses that I've made
like a song, it will fade
chorus
If there's music in the night,
And it's really, really right,
It's the only thing I need.
it intoxicates your mind
All your troubles left behind
So come on and take my lead.
it's not just me who feels it
music plays a mind trick
watch me forget about missing you
so i put my feelings out to dry
love, one day again,
i'll have to try.
falling out, making up
it seems such a silly game
why do i never gain?
repeat chorus
na na na's
repeat chorus
~Mind Trick: Jamie Cullum
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Happy Birthday Jesus!
Happy birthday Jesus
I'm so glad its Christmas
All the tinsel and lights
And the presents are nice
But the real gift is You.
Happy birthday Jesus
I'm so glad its Christmas
All the carols and bells
Make the holiday swell
And it's all about You
Happy birthday Jesus
Jesus I love You!
~Carol Cymbala
Remember what God has already done for you
(excerpt from: Purpose Driven Life pg. 112 and 113)
If God never did anything else for you, he would still deserve your continual praise for the rest of your life because of what Jesus did for you on the cross. God's Son died for you! This is the greatest reason for worship.
Unfortunately, we forget the cruel details of the agonizing sacrifice God made on our behalf. Familiarity breeds complacency. Even before his crucifixion, the Son of God was striped naked, beaten until almost unrecognizable, whipped, scorned and mocked, crowned with thorns and spit on contemptuously.
Abused and ridiculed by heartless men, he was treated worse than an animal.
Then, nearly unconscious from blood loss, he was forced to drag a cumbersome cross up a hill, was nailed to it, and was left to die the slow, excruciating torture of death by crucifixion. While his lifeblood drained out, hecklers stood by and shouted insults, making fun of his pain and challenging his claim to be God.
Next, as Jesus took all of mankind's sin and guilt on himself, God looked away from that ugly sight, and Jesus cried out in total desperation, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" Jesus could have saved himself-but then he could not have saved you.
Words cannot describe the darkness of that moment. Why did God allow and endure such ghastly, evil mistreatment? Why? So you could be spared from eternity in hell, and so you could share in his glory forever! The Bible says, "Christ was without sin, but for our sake God made him share our sin in order that in union with him we might share the righteousness of God."
Jesus gave up everything so you could have everything. He died so you could live forever. That alone is worthy of your continual thanks and praise. Never again should you wonder what you have to be thankful for.
I'm so glad its Christmas
All the tinsel and lights
And the presents are nice
But the real gift is You.
Happy birthday Jesus
I'm so glad its Christmas
All the carols and bells
Make the holiday swell
And it's all about You
Happy birthday Jesus
Jesus I love You!
~Carol Cymbala
Remember what God has already done for you
(excerpt from: Purpose Driven Life pg. 112 and 113)
If God never did anything else for you, he would still deserve your continual praise for the rest of your life because of what Jesus did for you on the cross. God's Son died for you! This is the greatest reason for worship.
Unfortunately, we forget the cruel details of the agonizing sacrifice God made on our behalf. Familiarity breeds complacency. Even before his crucifixion, the Son of God was striped naked, beaten until almost unrecognizable, whipped, scorned and mocked, crowned with thorns and spit on contemptuously.
Abused and ridiculed by heartless men, he was treated worse than an animal.
Then, nearly unconscious from blood loss, he was forced to drag a cumbersome cross up a hill, was nailed to it, and was left to die the slow, excruciating torture of death by crucifixion. While his lifeblood drained out, hecklers stood by and shouted insults, making fun of his pain and challenging his claim to be God.
Next, as Jesus took all of mankind's sin and guilt on himself, God looked away from that ugly sight, and Jesus cried out in total desperation, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" Jesus could have saved himself-but then he could not have saved you.
Words cannot describe the darkness of that moment. Why did God allow and endure such ghastly, evil mistreatment? Why? So you could be spared from eternity in hell, and so you could share in his glory forever! The Bible says, "Christ was without sin, but for our sake God made him share our sin in order that in union with him we might share the righteousness of God."
Jesus gave up everything so you could have everything. He died so you could live forever. That alone is worthy of your continual thanks and praise. Never again should you wonder what you have to be thankful for.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
That Tag Thingy...
7 Things You Plan To Do Before You Die
1. Spiritually prepared
2. Own a resort
3. See the world (well, probably not everything)
4. Be liked by everyone
5. Learn to play another instrument
6. Read alot of books
7. Find my passion in life (and I don't mean accountancy)
7 Things I Could Do
1. Read my bible
2. Go shopping
3. Buy gifts for friends and family
4. Buy a handphone and digicam
5. Read
6. Read
7. Read
7 Celebrity Crushes
1-7 N/A (gee, that was easy) hmm... Tom Cruise? Bon Jovi? but not now la.
7 Often Repeated Words (nothing intellectual here...)
1. haihh
2. ya...
3. crap
4. ....
5. .....
6. ......
7. ....... (heh, i don't talk much do i..)
7 Traits I Look For In The Opposite Sex
1. Charming
2. Caring
3. Non-control freak
4. Sporty
5. Proactive
6. Smart
7. More confident than me
8. LOVE God very much
-OK Paul happie...
1. Spiritually prepared
2. Own a resort
3. See the world (well, probably not everything)
4. Be liked by everyone
5. Learn to play another instrument
6. Read alot of books
7. Find my passion in life (and I don't mean accountancy)
7 Things I Could Do
1. Read my bible
2. Go shopping
3. Buy gifts for friends and family
4. Buy a handphone and digicam
5. Read
6. Read
7. Read
7 Celebrity Crushes
1-7 N/A (gee, that was easy) hmm... Tom Cruise? Bon Jovi? but not now la.
7 Often Repeated Words (nothing intellectual here...)
1. haihh
2. ya...
3. crap
4. ....
5. .....
6. ......
7. ....... (heh, i don't talk much do i..)
7 Traits I Look For In The Opposite Sex
1. Charming
2. Caring
3. Non-control freak
4. Sporty
5. Proactive
6. Smart
7. More confident than me
8. LOVE God very much
-OK Paul happie...
Thursday, December 15, 2005
20 cents
I found a Malaysian 20 cent coin the other day, cast in the year 2005. I happened to be rumaging about my bag for a stubborn something and this found its way into my hand. I must say when I realised what it was, a protracted sense of expectancy followed. Nothing save for the world went by for a few seconds : )
I was reminded of a film I once saw on the rather fascinating view of time-travel. A man convinced himself or rather the past convinced him that he had indeed went back in time and hence... went about doing exactly that. To cut a long story short it was a tragic earthly ending but otherwise vaguely not so. The beauty of the concept was that it was a continuous loop of events, there is no exact beginning or an end, the past determined the future and in the case of the show, the future determined the past...I'm not making much sense I'm sure.
And how does this relate to the 20 cent coin? Well, in the show, the catch of the whole going-back-in-time business was to be in a frame of mind of the past. So reminders, like dress style, hair style, basically everything that was of style in the present had to be gotten rid off and suitably replaced. As chance would have it (more like sadistic screen-writing determined to hack off too happy an ending) our leading man carried an 'in style' coin of sorts. He was promptly propelled back to the future and to a point of no return (the mind is a tetchy thing).
The summary of this whole fiasco of a post...? I wish this world were smaller or perhaps the scientists a lot smarter and I mean a LOT smarter for what I have in mind ; )
I was reminded of a film I once saw on the rather fascinating view of time-travel. A man convinced himself or rather the past convinced him that he had indeed went back in time and hence... went about doing exactly that. To cut a long story short it was a tragic earthly ending but otherwise vaguely not so. The beauty of the concept was that it was a continuous loop of events, there is no exact beginning or an end, the past determined the future and in the case of the show, the future determined the past...I'm not making much sense I'm sure.
And how does this relate to the 20 cent coin? Well, in the show, the catch of the whole going-back-in-time business was to be in a frame of mind of the past. So reminders, like dress style, hair style, basically everything that was of style in the present had to be gotten rid off and suitably replaced. As chance would have it (more like sadistic screen-writing determined to hack off too happy an ending) our leading man carried an 'in style' coin of sorts. He was promptly propelled back to the future and to a point of no return (the mind is a tetchy thing).
The summary of this whole fiasco of a post...? I wish this world were smaller or perhaps the scientists a lot smarter and I mean a LOT smarter for what I have in mind ; )
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Miles and laughter
It's coming close to 3 months now and this is by far the longest I have ever been away from Malaysia...from home too as a matter of fact, though I'm sure this record shall be broken spectacularly ; )
Right, so what's happened...
The first 2 months were a bit of a nightmare due to various difficulties with the one thing that can get most difficult of all, namely the business of accommodation, which coupled with internet woes in addition to a string of further little inconveniences...add up to a, how should I say...perplexed me.
And then...
I must say a blessing came that took away the little inconveniences, set things pretty much right and even added several conveniences. Faithful indeed is He.
Haven't really been around what with one thing and another (writing assertive but polite e-mails, at least I try ; )) but I did manage to catch a movie which cost something I've got to get used to : )
It was the very much anticipated sequel of the Potter series. Well...I must say I wasn't too thrilled, hehe...comparisons galore...
Anyways, although I thought the people who put the thing together didn't do too bad of a job considering the task they had of compressing, and might I say shredding the book up to make a watch of it. Movies simply never can live up to their print versions. I also noticed that most of the older cast looked ghastly on the screen, hmm...MUST be the widescreen effect (it was twice the length of the ones in Malaysia. And...Dumbledore exhibited rather shocking behaviour which still leaves me in gales of laughter whenever I think of it, ok it's much stiffled now : ) then again...it's not just him.
That is all.
HahAhaHahaAaaaaa...(dumbledore)
Right, so what's happened...
The first 2 months were a bit of a nightmare due to various difficulties with the one thing that can get most difficult of all, namely the business of accommodation, which coupled with internet woes in addition to a string of further little inconveniences...add up to a, how should I say...perplexed me.
And then...
I must say a blessing came that took away the little inconveniences, set things pretty much right and even added several conveniences. Faithful indeed is He.
Haven't really been around what with one thing and another (writing assertive but polite e-mails, at least I try ; )) but I did manage to catch a movie which cost something I've got to get used to : )
It was the very much anticipated sequel of the Potter series. Well...I must say I wasn't too thrilled, hehe...comparisons galore...
Anyways, although I thought the people who put the thing together didn't do too bad of a job considering the task they had of compressing, and might I say shredding the book up to make a watch of it. Movies simply never can live up to their print versions. I also noticed that most of the older cast looked ghastly on the screen, hmm...MUST be the widescreen effect (it was twice the length of the ones in Malaysia. And...Dumbledore exhibited rather shocking behaviour which still leaves me in gales of laughter whenever I think of it, ok it's much stiffled now : ) then again...it's not just him.
That is all.
HahAhaHahaAaaaaa...(dumbledore)
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
December the 6th
Really dumm.. thought streamyx was down but in actual fact the phone line was off its jack..figures. Darn it! De-caffeinterneted for so long. Felt like i need a smoke. (no, I despise smoke, cigarettes, smokers, places with smoke or any combination of that)
Speaking of which, think I'm drifting away from God more than ever, for some time now. Most of the time, I don't feel Him in my life anymore. When I think about it, it really saddens me. Feel so sucked into this secular world that I wake up to everyday. It dawned upon me when bi remembered my favourite series Desperate Housewives and I do not. And this happens every week. And its screening in Malaysia. Blowing off December working harder than ever since the peak season is suddenly upon us.
Not only December, even blowing off New Year's Eve since I'll be in KLCC counting spectacles and whatnot...Aih. Oh well, at least I'm not writing and sealing up my resolution that I won't remember where I've kept in the next year.
Digressing, something I haven't seen for a long, long time appeared on the tiles of my room a moment ago--a cockroach, a huge one, might I say. With its gleaming chocolate exterior. Urgh! Typing it already groousses me out. Was unable to move for like 10 seconds, and then was too afraid it would run away and come back to haunt me while I'm sleeping. So I ran to my dad's room..was so afraid he would totally scold me for asking him to whack the guts out of the fela..luckily, he didn't.
By the way, the aforesaid deceased left one of its remains behind--its hindlegs, I believe--which, I will probably dispose of it, in the next millenia?
Know of someone who actually takes pride in hunting down and whacking cockroaches--and, subsequently writing a post about her success story..hmm.. Totally not me. I do have a slight phobia for them and panicky when I see them. Bad memories. Urgh..
So it's December the 6th. Tick tock. Also running out of things to write.
Speaking of which, think I'm drifting away from God more than ever, for some time now. Most of the time, I don't feel Him in my life anymore. When I think about it, it really saddens me. Feel so sucked into this secular world that I wake up to everyday. It dawned upon me when bi remembered my favourite series Desperate Housewives and I do not. And this happens every week. And its screening in Malaysia. Blowing off December working harder than ever since the peak season is suddenly upon us.
Not only December, even blowing off New Year's Eve since I'll be in KLCC counting spectacles and whatnot...Aih. Oh well, at least I'm not writing and sealing up my resolution that I won't remember where I've kept in the next year.
Digressing, something I haven't seen for a long, long time appeared on the tiles of my room a moment ago--a cockroach, a huge one, might I say. With its gleaming chocolate exterior. Urgh! Typing it already groousses me out. Was unable to move for like 10 seconds, and then was too afraid it would run away and come back to haunt me while I'm sleeping. So I ran to my dad's room..was so afraid he would totally scold me for asking him to whack the guts out of the fela..luckily, he didn't.
By the way, the aforesaid deceased left one of its remains behind--its hindlegs, I believe--which, I will probably dispose of it, in the next millenia?
Know of someone who actually takes pride in hunting down and whacking cockroaches--and, subsequently writing a post about her success story..hmm.. Totally not me. I do have a slight phobia for them and panicky when I see them. Bad memories. Urgh..
So it's December the 6th. Tick tock. Also running out of things to write.
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