Heya peeps!

Hie people! Thanx for dropping by this blog :-) I really appreciate it. I hope we'll all still keep in touch. Haha. Well, bags are packed and ready to go. Will be leaving soon for India for those who do not know. And the 'soon' is tomorrow morning. Well, I am kinda looking forward to it but in a way I'm dreading tomorrow as well. I'm gonna miss Malaysian food, that's one thing, and I'm also gonna miss my family and friends in Malaysia, but I get to make new friends. I just hope that we can all click together like my friends in UM =), bless them.

Anyway this is a very short post and I just wanna ask people to pray 4 me over these few things:

1. Homesickness
2. Able to cope with workload
3. Able to find a good church
4. Study hard
5. Able to adapt to the new surroundings.
6. That I will still be able to do my QT despite hectic schedule.
7. That I will get along with all my new friends.
8. NO FOOD POISONING!
9. Safe journey( A 12 hour journey)
10. Able to maintain my friendships with friends elsewhere.
11. Anything else you can think of ;-)


Thanx for dropping by and reading, God bless you all. =)

Very interesting..=) I like it...=)

Blatantly copy-and-pasted from SJ …:-)
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“Hullo! Who are you?”


“I am The Author. But the question is, who are you?”


“I’m… I’m… hey, that’s troubling. I don’t know who I am. Who am I?”


“I haven’t given you a name yet… in fact, I don’t think I will.”


“You, give me a name? Wasn’t it supposed to be my parents who did that?”


“If I Write it so, then so it shall be.”


“What! You seem to think that you’re God or something.”


“In this Place, it would seem so.”


“Stop talking in riddles. You’re just an author after all. Stop writing, and help me!”


“If I were to stop writing, you would cease to exist. But what kind of help do you need?”


“I have so many questions! Who am I? Where am I? Why am I?”


“You are The Character. You currently exist only in my Mind. Once I post this onto my blog, you will gain existence also in the Minds of my readers; or rather, different versions of you will spring into existence in their Minds. The unique you that you are, will I suppose, only ever exist in my Mind.”


“Whoa! That’s crazy talk, man! You mean I, like, don’t really exist?”


“No, I’m afraid you do not possess existence in the way that I and the readers of my blog do.”


“Man, that sucks! Hey, how do I know what you’re telling me is true?”


“How do you know anything is true? Do you, in fact, know anything at all?”


“Oh no… I must be an amnesiac or something. Actually, I didn’t even know what an amnesiac was until I said that last sentence. This sucks!”


“I did not have your best interests in mind when I conceptualized you. Sorry.”


“Hey, why do I exist anyway? If what you’re telling me is true, you’re the only one who can give my existence meaning and purpose!”


“I’m afraid that the sole purpose of your existence is to communicate some of the thoughts I’ve been having as a result of reading up on worldviews.”


“So, my pseudo-existence is basically meaningless?!?”


“that’s Nihilism.”


“Well, I refuse to accept that! I choose to make my life meaningful! Although my existence is absurd, I will make the best of it!”


“that’s Existentialism.”


“I refuse to believe that you exist! Only my world and I exist. Hmmm, doesn’t seem to be much stuff in my world though. It’s sort of a bare white room.”


“that’s Naturalism, and since you only exist to have this conversation with me, I did not include any props… Sorry again.”


“All right then, you do exist. But we can’t possibly be having this conversation, because this world is a closed system and you aren’t supposed to intervene anymore now that you’ve created it.”


“That’s Deism.”


“I hate the way you’ve made me change my worldview arbitrarily without logical connection.”


“Unfortunately however, there is very little you can do about it.”


“Don’t I get to showcase Pantheism, New Age, and Postmodernism?”


“Nope. I haven’t reached those chapters in James W. Sire’s ‘The Universe Next Door’ yet.”


“What about Christian Theism then? I want to hold that worldview. It makes the most sense to me.”


“That’s because it makes the most sense to Me. You’re just mirroring my thought. Just as human beings are created in the image of God, I’ve sort of created you in my image.”


“Oh.”


“Problem is, with me as The Author, and you only having a kind of pseudo-existence, I don’t see how you can be a Christian Theist in any meaningful way.”


“I guess your blog readers should all be thankful that they don’t just exist in your mind.”


“Yup. They should.”


“This conversation seems to be winding down. What happens to me after it ends?”


“I’m afraid you will cease to exist.”


“What, no immortal soul, no afterlife?”


“Nope.”


“What a bummer.”


“OK, we’ve talked long enough. Readers will be bored.”


“My pseudo-existence was meaningless anyway. Go ahead, end it! End Me!!!”


“Goodbye Character. May you enjoy your non-existence more than you have enjoyed your pseudo-existence.”

I'm going to die when I'm.....

Cool....XD...

Memories of UM (Part 1)

This is where I'll be recording my memories of UM, which will be mainly pictures. I miss UM. I love UM. UM...IS ONE! I also miss my friends, my residential college and my pals, my best friends and also my seniors =)

Here are some pictures:



My residential college pictures:



*The famous kolam where people get thrown in on their birthdays, or IF ever they choose to leave UM...

*Its full of fishes. Bright coloured fishes. They nibble those who fall in.

*Even monkeys take the opportunity to swim in the kolam. Its their swimming pool. Ha.Ha.
*7th residential college!

*Za'ba, Kami Bersatu!

*I love my Residential College, despite the occasional water shortage. =)

*I miss my 7th Chinese Community seniors and friends. :-)

*Another view of 7th College. The Blue Court and the Mamak Stalls, which are closed during the day. Boy, I miss the keropok lekor, cendol and 'ais kacang'.

*Had a lot of fun times at the mamak with my bunch of nutty and very close friends. =)

*Parking Lot at 7th College for the administrative people.

*A nice view of the principal of 7th College's house. Beautiful, isn't it? =)

*Part views of the Intellectual Square or Arena Intelektual.

*Views of 7th College main entrance in the rain.=)

*Monkeys waiting for people with food in hands so they can grab them and run off.

*Another view of the kolam. Hahaha. Fish pond.

These are just part of the photos I've got. I'm too lazy to upload anymore just yet but I still miss UM. XD

Happy reading and looking at the pics =)

XXX

Caroline.

This is what I learned today.

“Therefore encourage one another and build one another up, just as in fact you are doing.” I Thessalonians 5:11 NIV


We are shaped by words from those who love us or refuse to love us. And, we are shaped by the words of those who don’t even know our names. It is the heart cry of all mankind to be loved and accepted, and sometimes a simple word of encouragement can make all the difference.



William Barclay one said, “One of the highest of human duties is the duty of encouragement. It is easy to laugh at men’s ideals; it is easy to pour cold water on their enthusiasm; it is easy to discourage others. The world is full of discouragers. We have a Christian duty to encourage one another. Many a time a word of praise, of thanks, of appreciation or cheer has kept a man on his feet. Blessed is the man (or woman) who speaks such a word.”



What exactly is encouragement? Webster defines it “to give courage or confidence to; to raise the hopes of; to help on by sympathetic advise and interest, to advise and make it easy for (someone to do something) to promote or stimulate; to strengthen”. In contrast, he defines discourage as “to say or take away the courage of, to deter, to lessen enthusiasm for and so restrict or hinder.”



Amazingly, our words have the capacity for both, and we are faced with the choice every time we speak as to which it will be. The Hebrew word mouth (peh) is often translated edge. Like a knife, the tongue has a sharp powerful edge that can either be used to heal or destroy. The knife in the hands of a skilled surgeon brings healing and life, but a knife in the hands of a felon brings death and destruction. Like the surgeon, we can study how to use our mouths to bring life to those around us. But it’s not easy, and the tongue is difficult to control.



Our words should build up and not tear down. They should minister grace or as one little girl explained to Florence Littaeur during a children’s sermon, “Be like silver boxes with bows on top” - like verbal presents. They are God’s gift to us and we in turn give them as gifts to those around us. But words are not ordinary presents. They are displayed on a prominent shelf in the heart as a treasured possession.



Dear Father, I pray that You will help my words to be verbal presents to all those I encounter today. May they be seasoned with salt, sweetened with honey, and nourishing to the soul. In Jesus’ Name, Amen





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Am looking forward to going to India.

Am looking forward to what God has prepared for me there.

Am looking forward to a different lifestyle from which I am used to.

Am not at all looking forward to eating curry and nothing but curry.

Am not at all looking forward to leaving my family and friends behind. (But hey, I get to make new friends, haha)


I thank God for the opportunity He has given me, which is to go to India to study the course I've wanted since Lower Six. I have no regrets leaving UM. I have had many memories there, both good and bad. I guess God let me try out and get used to university life before He sends me to India. Probably I wasn't ready earlier so He told me, "No, you're not going to India just yet. You aren't ready."

Well, I wasn't happy. Even my schoolteacher called up and told me not to do anything stupid. Which was well, I think, a bit funny. Well, I got into UM, and being the ungrateful wretch I can be, I wasn't happy. I still wanted to go to India. I thought I'd hate it in UM. It was the exact opposite. I loved it there, maybe not the Haluansiswa, though it was ok. I had some doubts as to whether I should have stayed in UM or to quit. My poor friends, the days they had to hear me talk to myself and to them, repeating the same question, "Should I go? Should I stay? What would you do?".

Anyway here are some things I've learnt in UM.

1. I learnt not to be so negative about things.

2. I learnt to be more humble.

3. I've finally found my true self in UM. I learnt what I really am like. Both good
and bad.

4. Respect your seniors. Lol. *duh*

5. I learnt to sleep late and wake up early. Eg. Sleeping at 5am and waking up at 8am
for class.

6. I got used to the lecture style in university.

7. Got used to the assignments. Wasn't used to it at first.


These are just some of what I've learned. Still learning to put my thoughts into words. Haha.

To my friends in UM, all the best, never give up, never say die, strive for the best, trust in God to guide you and lead you through university life, do your QT, watch out for each other and enjoy university life!

XXX
Caroline.

Its Time To Be Bold

We've actually convinced ourselves that slogans will save us. Shoot up, if you must, but use a clean needle. Enjoy sex wherever and with whomever, but use a condom. NO! Not because it isn't cool, or s mart, or because you might end up in jail, or dying in an AIDS ward. But NO because its wrong. Because we've spent 5,000 years as a race of rational human beings trying to drag ourselves out of the primeval slime by searching for truth and moral absolutes in its purest form. Truth is not a polite tap on the shoulder. It is a howling reproach. What Moses brought down from Mt Sinai were not the Ten Suggestions.

-Its Time To Be Bold, Michael W. Smith-



There's something beautiful and bold
The power of a million human souls
Come together as one
And each in turn goes out to lead
Another by his word, his love, his deed
Now the circle is done
It all comes back to One
For it is He, and He alone
Who has lived the only perfect life we've known

For the world to know the Truth
There could be no greater proof
Than to live the life, live the life
Be a light for all to see
Every act of love will set you free.

-Michael W. Smith-

Its time to be bold by living the life that God offers us through His Son, Jesus Christ.

Live As God Called You.

Each one should go on living according to the Lord's gift to him, and as he was when God called him. This is a rule I teach in all churches. If a circumcised man has accepted God's call, he should not try to remove the marks of circumcision; if an uncircumcised man has accepted God's call, he should not get circumcised. For wheteher or not a man is circumcised means nothing; what matters is to obey God's commandments. Everyone should remain as he was when he accepted God's call. Were you a slave when God called you? Well, never mind; but if you have a chance to become a free man, use it. For a slave who has been called by the Lord is a free man who has been called by Christ is his slave. God bought you for a price; so do not become slaves of men. My brothers, each one should remain in fellowship with God in the same condition as when he was called.

1 Corinthians 7:17-24

Have a laugh. :-)

Definitions Of Marriage

Love is blind, but marriage is an eye-opener.
Before marriage, a man yearns for the woman he loves. After marriage, the ‘y’ becomes silent.
Marriage is like a cage; one sees the birds outside desperate to get in, and those inside desperate to get out.
Marriage is when a man and woman become as one. The trouble starts when they try to decide which one.
They say marriage is a contract. No, its not. Contracts come with warrantees. When something goes wrong, you can take it to the manufacturer. If your husband starts acting silly, you can’t take him back to his mama’s house.
Marriage is like an army where everyone complains but you’d be surprised by how many re-enlist.
Marriages are made in heaven. Then again, so are thunders, lightning, tornados and hailstorms.
Man is incomplete until he is married. Then he is really finished.
Marriage is an institution in which a man loses his bachelor’s degree and the woman gets her master’s.
There was a man who said, “I never knew what real happiness was until I got married; and then it was too late.”
Marriage certificate is just another word for work permit.
Marriage is not a word. It is a life sentence.



Cool Signs.

Over at the gynecologist’s office: “Dr. Jones at your cervix.”

On a Plumber’s truck: “We repair what your husband fixed.”

At a dry cleaners: “Drop your pants here.”

Pizza shop slogan: “7 days without pizza makes one weak”

Outside a muffler’s shop: “No appointment necessary. We hear you coming.”

In a veterinarian’s waiting room: “Be back in 5 minutes. Sit! Stay!”

Door of a plastic surgeon’s office: “Hello. Can we pick your nose?”

On an electrician’s truck: “Let us remove your shorts.”

In a non-smoking area: “If we see smoke, we will assume you are on fire and take appropriate action.”
On a maternity room door: “Push. Push. Push.”

At an optometrist’s office: “If you don’t see what you’re looking for, you’ve come to the right place.”

In the front yard of the funeral home: “Drive carefully. We’ll wait.”


Mary had a little lamb,
A lobster and some prunes,
A glass of milk, a piece of pie,
And then some macaroons;
It made the naughty waiters grin
To see her order so;
And when they carried Mary out,
Her face was white as snow.


AUDI – Always Unsafe Designs Implemented.

BMW – Big Money Works
Bought My Wife
Break My Window

FIAT – Fix It All the Time
Failure in Italian Automotive Technology.

FORD – First On Rust and Deterioration
Found On Road, Dead.
Fix Or Repair Daily.
Fault of R&D
Fast Only Rolling Downhill.

GM – Great Mistake.

HONDA – Had One Never Did Again.

HYUNDAI – Hope You Understand Nothing’s Drivable And Inexpensive.

MAZDA – Most Always Zipping Along Dangerously.

PINTO – Put In New Transmission Often.

PONTIAC – Poor Old Neanderthal Thinks It’s a Cadillac.

SAAB – Send All Automobiles Back
Swedish Automobiles Always Breakdown.

TOYOTA – Too Often Yankees Overprice This Auto.

VOLVO – Very Odd Looking Vehicular Object.

VW – Virtually Worthless.


Three men died and were taken by St Peter to the top of a cliff.

He said to them that since they had been such great outstanding citizens on earth that they would be given one chance to be anything they desired.

The first man ran to the edge of the cliff, jumped into the sky and shouted, “I want to be an eagle.” Instantly he was changed into an eagle and soared off into the sunset.

The second man ran to the edge of the cliff, jumped into the sky and shouted, “I want to be an owl.” Instantly he was changed into an owl and soared off into the sunset.

The third man ran towards the edge of the cliff, tripped over a rock and shouted, “Holy cow…!”


For Drivers Only.

45 mph: God Will Take Care Of You
55 mph: Guide Me, O Thou Great Jehovah.
65 mph: Nearer My God To Thee.
75 mph: Nearer My God To Thee.
85 mph: This World Is Not My Home.
95 mph: Lord, I’m Coming Home.
100 mph and over: Precious Memories.


Married life is very frustrating.

In the first year of marriage, the man speaks and the woman listens.

In the second year, the woman speaks and the man listens.

In the third year, they both speak and the neighbours listen.


Life Before The Computer.

An application was for employment
A program was a show
A cursor used profanity
A keyboard was the piano!

Memory was something you lost with age
A CD was a bank account
And if you had a 3 ½ inch floppy
You hoped nobody found out!

Compress is something you did to garbage
Not something you do to a file
And if you unzipped anything in public
You’d be in jail for quite awhile!

Log on was adding wood to a fire
Hard drive was a long journey on the road
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived
A backup happened to your commode!

Cut – You did with a pocketknife
Paste you did with glue
A web was a spider’s home
A virus was the flu!

I guess I’ll stick to my pad and paper
And the memory in my head
I head nobody’s been killed in a computer crash,
But when it happens they wish they were dead!


And Jesus said, “Who do you think I am?”

And they answered, “You are the eschatological manifestation of the ground of our being, the kergyma in which we found the ultimate meaning of our interpersonal relationship.”

And Jesus said, “What?”


A new preacher at his first mass was so nervous he could hardly speak. After service he asked the bishop how he had done. The bishop replied, “When I am worried about getting nervous on the pulpit, I put a glass of vodka next to the water glass. If I start to get nervous, I take a sip.”

So the next Sunday, he took the bishop’s advice. At the beginning of the sermon, he got nervous and took a drink. He proceeded to talk up a storm. Upon returning to his office after service, he found the following note on his door:

Sip the vodka, don’t gulp.
There are 10 commandments, not 12.
There are 12 disciples, not 10.
Jesus was consecrated, not constipated.
We do not refer to Jesus Christ as the late J.C.
The Father, Son and Holy Ghost are not referred to as Daddy, Junior and the Spook.
David slew Goliath; he did not kick the hell out of him.
We do not refer to the cross as the big T!
When Jesus broke the bread at the Last Supper, he said, “Take this and eat it, for it is my body.” He did not say, “Eat me.”


High Tech Psalm.

The Lord is my programmer, I shall not crash.

He installed His software on the hard disk of my heart;
All of His commands are user-friendly;
His directory guides me to the right choices for His name’s sake.

Even though I scroll through the problems of life,
I will fear no bugs, for He is my backup.
His password protects me, He prepares a menu before me in the presence of my enemies;
His help is only a stroke away.

Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life,
And my files will be merged with His and saved forever.


Happy reading!
Enjoy!


Love,
Caroline.
XXX

First update.

Testing. I'm sleepy and I'm annoyed. Blogspot is annoying.

I haven't forgiven you, Blogspot for deleting two of my posts!

*bangs head on table*

*fumes*

*stalks off to bed*