500th blog!

Yes and we are still going strong... at least hopefully, wonder how long will this fag last....

discovered something new today and thought its cool to share it online with you guys... "stole" the idea from another blogster hee hee....

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Driver that freaked me out....

This is my story......

Dear Sir/Mdm,

On 28/12/2006 at about 1020pm, I ws driving along the two-lane Tanjong Pagar Road. As I was about to make a left turn into Neil Road, another vehicle, a white Mitsubshi Lancer, Reg no: 8842 appeared. When I was along Neil Road, the said vehicle followed me and started horning. He tailgated very closly and was also flashing his high beam at me. He droved past my vehicle on the left very closely and forced me to swerve my car to the right almost hitting a stationary vehicle parked by the right side of the road. His driving was very aggressive and dangerous. The driver then drove to the side of the road and gestured that I stopped my vehicle. However I ignored him. The driver then followed me all the way to Chin Swee Road.

At Chin Swee Road, I was held up by a bus and the said driver stopped his vehicle infront of the bus and got out of his car. He then stood in the middle of the road stopping traffic for both lanes and pointed towards my vehicle demanding that I got out. He looked very aggressive and threatening. His actions had also caused other vehicles to be held up. He then stood outside my vehicle but before he could do anything, I managed to drive away.

The said driver is a male Chinese in his id 20s. He was about 1.7m tall and had a stout built. He spots a short hair. This is the first time I have seen this person. My husband was in the car with me when this incident happened. I am lodging this report because I felt threatened and also I fear for our safety. I wish to state that I did not engage in any conversation with the person. I also could not hear what the person was saying because my windscreen was up. I am not sure of the preffix and the suffix of the said car.

I have made a similar report at the Bukit Timah Neighbourhood Police Center with Sgt ABC (Report No. E/2006XXXX/2XXX).

Please kindly advise what to do about this case.

LabRat Stories...

OMG how little time there is within one day.... writing seems to be at a crawling rate, what's added to the burden is daily chit-chat-entertainment that I have to conduct with the ONE.

Why the ONE, because the ONE is the almighty supreme being. The ONE is ALWAYS right, Never wrong, Never makes mistakes and ALWAYS have a ready answer or solution to any situation.

Yesterday, the ONE asked me to work on my EQ. yah.... so that I can be more friendly? I dunno. But I guess his plan to improve my EQ is to chit-chat with me daily.

If the chit-chat-entertainment situation continues, I might just go crazy, I need a more quiet, stable environment where things remain the SAME from day to day.

Better still, like as if I have nothing else to do, now I've gotta write the form to submit to the lab technician for a request to file for a Purchase Order number. After she grants me a number, then I can call up the supplier to ORder the chemicals/equipment. When they are delivered, I can stamp a chop on the invoice and together with the same set of forms, set them back to the technician to gather another round of signatures. I wonder which joker came out with this system of "tracking" because its a total waste of time. By the time the signatures are collected, its time to order another new batch of chemicals or equipment already.

To make things worse, the equipments seems to be failing one at a time.... today boss just asked me to check with the technician on the repair of one of them. Hmm... I wonder how many times I've gotta go and chase this fella to call up the supplier to quote for a price to come down to check the equipment, then when the supplier gives a quote, we can put up for a PO no. for his quote and get the approval and when the approval is given, then the supplier can come down to check on it. And when he can finally repair and return the equipment to us. The last piece of equipment took 3months to get the signatures, 6 months to be repaired, total 9 months down time. It came back, worked for 3months, and it broke down again. So its still sitting with the suppliers or was it with the technician? I lost track.

Is it me? or is there something questionable with the system? HELP!

If Christmas Isn't Merry

Spoke a few people who doesnt seems to be lifted by the usual Christmas buzz. And they are all related to having someone dear to their heart depart from this mortal world (myself included). As I was searching, I came across this article:

One Christmas I saw a cartoon that showed a boy gazing into a store window at a sign that read:
Have the Best Christmas Ever!

Thoughtfully, he said, "Its pretty hard to top the first one."

Years ago my husband and I had an experience that drew our attention to that first Christmas. In mid-December, I gave birth prematurely to a much-wanted son. As our "Tiny Tim" struggled for life, he was rushed to another hospital. Then, miles away from us, he died all alone. Christmas that year was not jolly but grievous.

In our grief, however, God gave us a moving glimpse of His original Christmas. We saw that God also experienced empty arms, but in a much greater way. His baby Son had been born to die - a death that would bring eternal life to us all. Like Mary, we cherished and pondered those thoughts in our hearts. Slowly, the unhappiness that threathened to diminish the meaning of Christmas enlarged it instead. In time, that Christmas became the most meaningful one we've ever had.

Christmas this year will be unavoidably sad for many people - perhaps for you. Take heart! Christmas needn't be merry to be meaningful. It's the Christ of Christmas we celebrate, not Christmas itself. Ponder Him! - Joanie Yoder

Pray
Come with the spirit and heart of a child -
It matters not what we share,
For Christmas isn't Christmas at all
Unless the Christ-child is there - Anon.

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Weighed Down at Christmas

During a December visit to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City, I paused to admired the magnificent Christmas tree. It was covered with angels and surrounded at its base by an elaborate 18th centruy nativity scene. Nearly 200 figures, including shephards, the Magi, and a crowd of townspeople, looked in anticipation toward the manger or gazed up in awe at the angels.

But one figure appeared different from the rest - a barefoot man, who carried a heavy load on his back and looked at the ground. It struck me that this man, like so many people today, was so weighed down that he couldn't see the Messiah.

Christmas can be a difficult time for thos who carry the burden of hard work, stressful family situations, and personal loss. But we should remember that Christ came into our world to lift up all those who are bowed down. Jesus used the words of Isaiah to announce His God-given mission on earth:"To preach the gospel to the poor; .... to heal the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to set at liberty those who are oppressed" (Luke 4:18).

Jesus came to lift our burdens so we can raise our eyes to welcome Him at Christmas. - David McCasland

Pray
Help us, Lord, to give our burdens
To Your tender, loving care;
Grant us faith to trust You fully,
Knowing that each one You bear. - D. De Haan

Sick Blogger

I cannot believe how some bloggers can be so irresponsible, let alone work in an educational environment.

There was this blog that I chanced upon, this young man declared his 3 changes of job within a year of ROD, lists out his shopping list of semi-luxury items and then........

"5. a sexescape in JB~!!!! I need a jucuzzi, a buffet lunch, sauna and a cow. Its time to degenerate my self again liao.

6. maybe someone to hug bah. No guys pls. saw a young couple on train today. The guy was fucking grabbing the gal like no bodies business."

I'm sorry, it could be my super-nanny-protective self writing here, how can we allow such immoral-thoughts-filled person to be in schools? To be in contact with our children? To surround our modern day kids with the "mind-set" that its okay, if not GREAT to be having a "sexescape" to "degenerate" one self and worse that its' a hero worshipping act to be grabbing a girls' body in public! And for the girls, its normal to be "grabbed" by your bf in public.

Sorry man, no self-respecting young man would do that to the one that they most love. And definitely, no self respecting young woman should allow it to happen either. There is nothing more than just lust in these actions, and if at your youth, you cannot contain your lust, then how can we trust you to contain your other emotions?

man, if I'm a parent with a child in that school, I'll speak to the principal straightaway. Afterall the hardwork of educating our children at home, setting up anti-spam devices, there are all these jokers in schools who broadcast their "sexescapes" and their lust for the physcial women's body, what's the point?

I'm not saying to put our children in a glass bubble, dun expose them to such media at all. But there are already ENOUGH media broadcast of these unhealthy messages, just flip 8-days or watch any tv channels on mediacorp. Which episode does not have a young man and woman going to bed? Kissing? Hugging? Infidelity? Adultery?

We should NOT be making all these immoral behaviours a social norm. Sex or love-making is meant for married couples, in the privacy of their own rooms. Not as a trophy to be broadcast. Our children need to understand the difference between love-making and SEX for pleasure, if their teachers in school do not understand this basic theory, then how do we expect our kids to grow up knowing/understanding/practising it?

Being in school is not just about learning knowledge, we learn so much more about social values, skills, morality etc, if we set the benchmark so low, how can we expect to be groom our future's leaders? I'll be worried if my MP can only think of buying nice shoes, bags, sexescapes or grabbing woman....

TSK TSK

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The Blessing Tree

This is from an article that I read recently in my quest for understanding the true meaning of Christmas a little better....

I read about a young couple whose business had failed, and they had little money to spend at Christmas. They were going to have to move out of their house after the new year. But they didn't want to spoil their holiday seson to be spoiled because of it. So they decided to throw a party. When the guests arrived, they saw a cedar tree decorated with one string of lights and small rolled-up pieces of paper tied to the limbs with ribbons.

"Welcome to our 'blessing tree'!" they said, beaming. "In spite of hard times, God has blessed us in so many ways that we decided to dedicate our tree to Him. Each piece of paper describes a blessing He has given us this year."

This couple has faced more trials since then, but they have chosen to stay focused on the Lord. They often remark that Christmas with the "blessing tree" was one of their most beautiful, because they could tetify as Elizabeth did of Mary:"Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb" (Luke 1:42)

Whatever your difficulties, they needn't spoil Christmas, for nothing can spoil Christ! Like this couple, stay focused on Jesus and seek ways to share His blessings with others - perhaps through your own "blessing tree." - Joanie Yoder

Prayer
Jesus came - and came for me!
Simple words, and yet espressing
Depths of holy mystery,
Depths of wondrous love and blessing. - Havergal

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FRUST with lawyers, accountants and brothers

What do these people have in common?

They piss me off!! ha ha ha....

Do you know that once a person dies, all his/her assets have to be taxed? one last time? its called Estate Tax. I rather they call it DEATH TAX. more appropriate, or HARD WORK TAX afterall, the assets accumulated by the deceased is through their hard work isnt it? Why such a bo-chap term as Estate Tax, to make those working on it feel better? That they are doing some legal work on a legal matter and not making life MORE difficult to the deceased's family?

Yes, u can hear/read from my words that I AM PISSED!

My dad passed away on the 9th of June, we are given 6months to file his taxes, if not the amount that we have to pay will b taxed at 5% interest. whatever the interest rate is... its still $$$$$$

I cannot understand why its so difficult for accountants and lawyers to just do their job. We paid them $$ for doing something in their profession. Why cant they just bloody hell do it?

now that the submission for the estate tax is overdue... the interest is levied on us... the clock is ticking and great! these jokers are still sitting in their cosy office. ASS****

and I'm getting a headache now shit!

pardon the colorful language.

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Washed Skies II

Back in June, there was a period of time when it poured cats and dogs for a few consecutive days.

The skies were so dark and gloomy that it makes you wonder if the "sky god" was upset with anything or anyone....

That was also in the same week when my dad passed away.

It was the same this week, it has been raining non-stop since saturaday as far as I remembered. The heavy downpoured caught quite a few people I know. I barely made it 10m across the road and the lower half of my jeans were soaked through. I had to bear the chill of "cold feet" during the day and by the time it dries, it was time to go home .... to face another downpour! ha ha ha... so my jeans got "washed" twice a day!

I glad that the rain has stopped!

The grass looked greener, the trees looked brighter, the buildings, road looked cleaner!

Feels as if the heavy rain was to do a major "house-keeping" to get ready for Christmas.

To receive the birth of Christ with "clean sheets"?

Christmas is also a time to reconcile with the Lord for the Catholics, a time when we go and find a priest (preferrably someone whom you'll NEVER meet again in your lifetime so that he wont ever get to remember you or your sins again hee hee) and confess your sins (usually from the LAST time you went to confess, so if its been 15yrs, pls book a 3day2night confessional time with your priest hee hee). Now you know why the priests are so busy during this time eh? ha ha ha

So how many of you out there are preparing to celebrate your Christmas with Clean Sheets? *wink*

jen

Snowing on Peppermint

With Christmas round the corner, snowflakes is usually part of the picture in the temperate countries.

But we can get snow here too!

Peppermint is snowing.....



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mr brown Podcasts that makes me laugh

Our local Blog & Podcasting-king occassionally have a few podcasts that makes me laugh. I thought I'll share them with you...

flying the skinny skies, about an airline which dismissed all of their fat air stewardess

the La infront of everything possible in a condo, just to add Class hee hee....

the Jingle for Christmas! esp. for AMK residents

another Jingle for Christmas super funny

I enjoyed this one, Q&A for having a maid at home. A Must Listen!

Got more podcast at mrbrown's site click here

enjoy!

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chasing the tail

wah... after a week of reading and reading... i feel like a dog chasing my own tail!

I have to learn how to analyse my data statistically to see if they make "sense".

after endless reading with small glimpse of what I thought was clarity.... I'm totally lost AGAIN!

I think there's a conspiracy out there by these statisticians. They dun wan just anyone to learn their "trade" easily. Everyone come out with their own pattern, own analysis style and tool, all to confuse the public and people who have no slightest clue of what is "important" in the numbers according to these experts and and their hard to navigate softwares.

No wonder John Nash had a "Beautiful Mind" in the 2002 movie. I dun blame him. With just a few weeks of reading, I can feel my mind more "beautiful" already....

so if i start talking to the air.... pls forgive me. its the Permernant head Damage training in progress...

what a way to start the week
*bleah*

Planks on the shore

I was trying to paint a picture to the journey of grieve I'm feeling for the passing of my Papa.
And this picture came to my mind.

Imagine a nice sandy beach with daily penatration of bright sunlight reflecting the calm seawater. A simple wooden jetty that leads out to a few nice wooden boats. Some new, some old but all in good working condition. Everything is calm and peaceful. Like the sandy beach, I embrace the warmth of the sunlight, the pleasent view of the boats docked at the jetty.

Suddenly, one day, without any warning, one of the boats collapsed into a million pieces. It was rotting from the inside, it was so unnoticable. There wasnt any time to say goodbye or to do repair works.

These million pieces of wood, which used to be part of the beautiful, peaceful picture is now scattered throughout my sandy shores. I try to embrace each and every piece of them, protect them from being taken away by the rising tides and the waves crashing onto them. There were simply too many piece, they keep sliding out of the "hands" of the sandy shores.

(this part of the picture was how I felt back in June, when the sudden news of Papa's passing came in the middle of the night. Everything happened so fast, I was in such a blur state of mind. I could only try as hard as I humanly can to embrace the memories, salvage the situation without a clue of what's to come ahead. I was overwhelmed)

In the dark night, heavy rain poured onto the shores, draining the sandy shore of every bit of its energy to prevent the wooden planks from leaving its shores. The heavy rain not only washed out the wooden reminds of the boat, but also stripped the sandy shores of its ability to protect a family, the sense of helplessness is overwhelming. The sand is no longer shiny with energy, instead its dull and lifeless.

(this scene describes the emotional struggle to pull myself together, in the final journey of sending Papa off during his funeral. I cannot believe that the same man lying in the coffin was the man seated next to me on the sofa just a week ago. It felt like yesterday when he was talking to me, telling me that he uses sine and cosine at work (while i was trying to finish my sec school math homework), felt like he just smiled at the yummy Haagen Daz ice cream. How can he be lifeless now, lying in the box with a glass cover. I wanted so much to wake him up, to tell him all the things I had to say. But I know that that is never going to happen. Worse, after the last day of his wake, he'll be cremated, it will be the last time I get to see Papa, in his body. Thereafter, he'll be just be "resting" in a tiny box. How can anyone not be sad and angry?

As the tides come and go, the wooden pieces get brought out further and further into the sea, till they are out of the sandy shores's sight. The picture looked so different now without the lovely old boat at the jetty, there was so much to say about the empty space left behind. With each piece of wooded that drifts in and out with the tide, a reminder of the former glory to the beautiful, calm shore came to mind. But it will never be the same again.

(as time passes, the realities that Papa will never return again sets in. There was nothing, simply nothing I could have done to prevent him from leaving us forever. Yes, I feel sad whenever that thought comes to mind. Like the sandy shore missing her lovely old boat, I miss my Papa. With each "piece of wood that drifts with the tides", I am reminded of Papa's passing, absence in our presence. The intensity of sadness gradually reduces, replaced gradually by acceptance.

I dunno how long it'll take to fully get over my grieve, but like the sandy shore, each time a plank of wood gets drifted onto her shores, she'll be reminded of that lovely old boat that used to be in the jetty.)

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The ultimate Christmas Gift....

How cool is that??? To put two of my favourite companies together.... Apple & Peanuts.

No I dun mean the fruit apples nor the edible peanuts.... its Snoopy!!!! and iPod Nano!!!

Its the OMG gift....



just look at how cute the engraving is!

I dunno how to read Japanese.... but just by looking at the picture, I know how awesome it is already! ha ha ha....

you can find out MORE of this product here....

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Barren But Not Bitter

This is a story which I read today, thought its pretty neat and wanted to share it online...

Barrenness, whether physical or spiritual, can lead to bitterness in some of God's people. It can develop in the heart of a disappointed couple who cannot have a child. It can also occur when people serve God and see no result.

A missionary couple who served diligently for many years with no visible fruit asked in frustration, "have we wasted our lives?" A young pastor and his wife labored 5 years for a thankless, unresponsive congregation, pouring out their lives for their people. "Do they even care?" the woman asked.

Zacharias and Elizabeth, mentioned in Luke 1, are a model for anyone who is facing physical or spiritual barrenness. The aged couple had an impeccable reputation, having faithfully and obediently served the Lord for many years (v.6). They had prayed for children, but none came. Yet instead of becoming bitter, they keptserving and obeying the Lord. In His time, God honored Zacharias and Elizabeth with a son named John, the one who would prepare the way for the Messiah (vv13-17).

To avoid developing a bitter spirit in your life, faithfully serve and obey the Lord in the place where He has called you. Trust God to bless you in His time, in His way, and according to His plan. - Dave Egner

Pray:
Lord, keep me from being bitter
When things don't go my way,
And grant me Your grace and wisdom
To do Your will today.
- Fitzhugh

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Christmas: What does it mean?

Every year around late November, streets will be decorated with lights, trees, ornaments; shops will be filled with colourful, exquistely gift-wrapped presents on the shelves. Every corner you turn reminds you of a special day 25th December.

But honestly, what does Christmas means to each of us?

It could be due to old age (I can officially say this about myself now that I'm in a menopausal state of body hee), but Christmas is becoming less of a commerical gimmick to make me whip out my purse and purchase something for someone I love on impulse. (no worries, u all will still get your presents)

Instead, I'm searching for what Christmas means to me this year.

Join me in this search?

We know that Christmas is a representative date which we celebrate the day that Jesus Christ was born.

So who is He to each one of us? That would make us all go crazy and buying gifts for everyone?

What does His birth means to us?

Did you get a gift for Jesus as well?

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Speed Post in Church

Wah, if there was a way to measure how fast our prayers get answered sometimes, today would have been a miraculous day for me.

I was sitting quietly in church, saying my little prayer amongst all the other parishers in church.....

Who would have thought that after mass as ended, a french man approached me and wa lah! My prayer was answered!

ha ha ha....

No, the french man is a REAL human person! Not some Santa Claus in the air, besides, Ad also saw him! ha ha ha....

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Me, vain vain me

even at work, I have LOOK my BEST! ha ha ha



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fulfilling sat

yeah... finally I got to sleep in LATE today! So happy!

I had to drag myself out of bed for the past 5 days at 630am... not like its ultra super duper early, but still terribly draining for someone who is used to sleeping late and waking up late...

The only motivational factor for waking up early is.... that I get to catch the BUS! ha ha ha...

yeah... for the first time in my life, I taking a school bus to school. Cool eh?

imagine me waiting in the line for the school bus like Sally hee, she's always trying to find ways and means to get out of going to school. I should find a strip to illustrate that point... maybe someday lah ha ha ha

Then we set out to clean up our house after it was visited by a tornedo.... of Chirstmas presents! ha ha ha... guess what? I spent the whole afternoon till 8pm wrapping presents! Not like there are so so so so many presents to wrap, instead its because I SUCK at it! So if you get a badly wrapped present, I'm sure its from ME! ha ha ha... just remember that its wrapped with LOVE and my SATURADAY AFTERNOON! ha ha ha

Now waiting for Ad to finish his sat "homework" then we can enjoy yummy dinner and MOVIE marathon!

Somehow, after a very busy week, its simply relaxing to be at home, just being at home is a wonderful feeling.

Hmm... wonder if its the Christmas in the air that is making me feel so relaxed at home. Hee...

How was YOUR saturaday?

jen

cool videos

Three of my favourite things.... Mac, Christ & Comedy...

Enjoy these videos that are made in the Apple vs PC series of Advert on the Apple Website.







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A Good Reason for loving Peanuts

I think there are tonnes of people out there who cannot seems to understand my deep love for Peanuts comic strip and its characters.

Its a great work of art, culture, humanity and most importantly Godly-piece of work ever put to together by one single individual in comics.

There's someone here who agrees with me as well....


;)

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Christmas with Best Friend

Somewhere in Milaor, Camarines Sur, there lived a fourth grader boy who would follow this route to school everyday: He has to cross the rugged plains and cross the dangerous highway where vehicles are recklessly driving to and from.

Once past this highway, the boy would take a short cut, passing by the Church every morning just to say Hi to God, and faithfully say his, "Magandang umaga po" in Bicol dialect (Good morning) .
He was faithfully being watched by a Priest who was happy to find innocence so uplifting in the morning,

"Kamusta, Andoy? Papasok ka na?" (How are you, Andoy? Going to school?)

"Opo padre ... (Yes Father) "he would flash his innocent grin, the priest would be touched. He was so concerned that one day he talked to Andoy.

"From school...", he advised "Do not cross the highway, you can pass through the Church and I can accompany you to the other side of the road...that way I can see that you are home safe...."

"Thank you father ... "

"Why don't you go home ... why do you stay in this church right after school?"

"I just want to say 'Hi' to my friend, God," and the priest would leave the boy to spend time beside the altar, talking to himself, but the priest was hiding behind the altar to listen to what this boy has to say to his heavenly FATHER.

"You know my math exam was pretty bad today, but I did not cheat although my seatmate is bullying me for notes... I ate one cracker and drank my water, Itay (daddy) had a bad season and all I can eat is this cracker.

Thank you for this! I saw a poor kitten who was hungry and I know how he feels so I gave my last cracker to him ... funny but I am not that hungry.
Look, this is my last pair of slippers ...I may have to walk barefoot next week, you see this is about to be broken... but it is okay....at least I am still going to school.... Some say we will have a hard season this month, some of my classmates have already stopped going to school .... please help them get to school again, please God?

...Oh, you know, Inay (mum) hit me again, it is painful, but I know this pain will pass away, at least I still have a mother.... God, you want to see my bruises? I know you can heal them.... Here... here and .... oh ...blood ...I guess you knew about this one huh? Please don't be mad at Inay, she is just tired and she worries for the food in our table and my schooling that
is why she hits us....

Oh, I think I am in love ... there's this pretty girl in my class, her name is Anita ... do you think she will like me? Anyway, at least I know you will always like me, I don't have to be anybody just to please you, you are my very best friend! Hey your birthday is two days from now!!! Aren't you excited? I am! Wait till you see, I have a gift for you ..... but it is a surprise! I hope you will like it! Oooops, I have to go ..." then he stood up and calls out, "Padre, padre, I am finished talking to my friend .... you can accompany me to the other side of the road now"

This routine happens everyday. Andoy never fails. Father Agaton shares this every Sunday to the people in his church because he has not seen a very pure faith and trust in God, a very positive look at negative situations.

One Christmas day, Father Agaton was sick so he could not make it in the Church, he was sent to the hospital. The Church was left to 4 manangs who would chant the rosary in 1000 miles per hour, would not smile and would always find fault in what you do, they were also very well versed in cursing if you irritate them! They were kneeling, saying their kilometric rosary
when Andoy, coming from his Christmas party,playfully dashed in.

"Hello God! I ......"

"P----!! (a curse) bata ka!! Alam mo nang may nagdadasal!! Alis!!" (Damn you boy! You know someone's praying here! Leave!)

Poor Andoy was so terrified, "Where's Father Agaton? He is supposed to help me cross the street ... and to be able to cross the street I will have to pass by the back door of this church ...not only that, I have to greet Jesus. It is His birthday, I have a gift right here....

" Just as he was about to get the gift out of his shirt, the manang pulled his shirt and threw him out of the church. "Susmaryosep! !! (Goodness!) (does the sign of the cross fervently) Alis kang bata ka, kung hindi matatamaan ka!!! (Leave this moment or you'll be damned!)

So the boy had no choice but to cross the dangerous side of the road in front of the church. He crossed. A fast moving bus came in.

There was a blind curve. The boy was protecting his gift inside his shirt, so he was not looking. There was so little time. Andoy died on the spot. A lot of people crowded the poor boy, the body of a lifeless young boy ..

Suddenly, out of nowhere a tall man in a pure white shirt and pants, a face so mild and gentle, but with eyes full of tears... He came and carried the boy in His arms. He was crying. Curious bystanders nudged the man in white, and asked,

"Excuse me sir, are you related to this child?

Do you know this child?"

The man in white, His face mourning and in agony, looked up and answered,

"He was my best friend .... " was all he said. He took the badly wrapped gift in the bloody chest of the lifeless boy, and placed it near His heart.

He stood up and carried the boy away and they both disappeared in sight.

The crowd was curious ...

On Christmas Eve, Father Agaton learned of the shocking news. He visited the house, and wanted to verify about the man in
white. He consulted the parents of Andoy.

"How did you know that your son died?"

"A man in white brought him here." sobbed the mother.

"What did he say?"

The father answered, "He did not say anything. He was mourning. We do not know him and yet he was very lonely about our son's death, as if he knew our son very well. But there was something peaceful and unexplainable about him.
He gave me my son, and then he smiled peacefully. He brushed my son's hair away from his face and kissed him on his forehead, then he whispered something... "

"What did he say?"

"He said to my boy..." the father began, "Thank you for the gift ... I will see you soon ... you will be with me..." and the father
of the boy continued, "and you know for a while, it felt so wonderful ... I cried, but I do not know why....all I know is I
cried tears of joy .... I could not explain it, Father, but when that man left, something peaceful came over me, I felt a deep sense of love inside ... I could not explain the joy in my heart, I knew my boy is in heaven now but...tell me, Father, who is
this man that my son talks to everyday in your church, you should know because you are always there ... except at the time of his death ......"

Father Agaton suddenly felt the tears welling in his eyes, with trembling knees, he murmurred, " ... He was talking to
no one ..... but .. GOD...."

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So how are you spending your Christmas my friends? getting a gift for your best friend? ;)

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LabRat Stories

i keep forgetting that there's something called Culture.

I always thought that culture is confined to the Arts, very refined kind of lifestyle... aka culture...

The underlying culture of graduate students here in my uni is interesting to the point of being painful sometimes.

But someone said blatantly, its a reality, everywhere you go, you'll get some liars, some judges, some heck-care bosses all with their pros and cons.

the interesting point is... how do you manage the situation?

does any graduate student truly embrace their boss?

ha ha ha

more stories coming up....

LabRat Stories...

How much time would it take a person to move 15-20items, small sized, all fits into a basket from one lab to another lab in the same corridor to be sterilised? Distance about 200m.

5min?

okay, if you walk damn slow 10mins.

Me... 1hr!

not because i walk damn slow, but because I had to walk up and down the corridor a zillion times to get it sorted out!

the technicians that I find along the corridors were too busy to bother with me...

the technicians who can answer my questions are nowhere to be found from 920-945am...

the machines that are suppose to be in one place is NOT.

after locating them in their 2nd home, they are not WoRkinG!

alternative machines have to be tracked down....

but there was NO one to seek PerMisSioN from....

finally, got the place, got the permission, the room is LOCKED!

so my friends... have fun, sit tight for more LabRat Stories... ha ha ha....

jen lab

The Big Guy has Spoken....

There were countless times when I'm clueless to handle a situation and guess what???

The big guy up there speaks... ha ha ha.....

Although not all the time sounds comforting to the ears, easy on the hands.... but He does Speak!!

'A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.' John 13:34-35 NIV

*bleah* looks like it'll b a blue day....

ha ha ha..... out of coincidence, I wore a blue tee today!!! ha ha ha

blues or cause for a fight?

yep... the time has come when the medical leave has to end.... on a sunday!!! so i had to "start" on a mon!

definitely feeling the blues of getting onto the public transport to wad across half a country to get into the cold cold lab.

What got me really upset was seeing how my precious study corner became a piled up mess of boxes, which no one is interested to clear.

These boxes used to hold important chemicals for doing DNA extraction work, now that they are sucked dry of these chemicals, the users just happily leave the boxes on my table.

Not an apology. Not even any effort to help with the clearing up.

Better yet, after emptying the contents of chemicals, these jokers dun even bother to replace them despite giving careful guidelines as to how to make the lab a more friendly environment....

I simply cannot believe how some people can live like that.

Evil! Self-centered!

So now.... do i just wash it off as monday blues? Or do i have good cause for a fight?