information about 23rd december!!!

everybody!!!

DINNER
dinner will start at 7pm.

FOOD PREPARATION
we will be buying food and preparing at 3pm. so for those who want to and can come and help, please meet at my house at 3pm (inform me at least the day before. so when we leave to buy stuff you will not be left out!). will leave all bags at my place then we decide to go sheng siong or ntuc..depending on weather.

also, a few persons are needed to help cheehao wrap wanton. anyone bringing any other food along please inform me the day before at least.

this is all the information for now!! please sms me if you are coming (for the food preparation part). for starhub users you can use the websms to save money. most likely i wont reply you cos my bill is bursting and i have no more money.

for now, this is a list of people whom i know are (and may be) coming:

1. cheehao
2. zhisheng
3. jason
4. ignatius
5. guimei
6. pauline (to be confirmed)
7. karen (to be confirmed)
8. kailing
9. tian (to be confirmed)
10. mel (to be confirmed)
11. lulu
12. sandy
13. weijun
14. weixian
15. ben ang
16. yiqi

anybody else who wants to come but names are not here..please sms me too. i need to know the headcount to plan for food. those who's names are here but cannot make it..also please sms me too.

that's all folks!!! keep me updated ok!! i wun be smsing you all much. anything try to find me on msn, or sms me..i will get back to you when i can.

BLOG v.s. DIARY

Since blogging started, I have always asked myself this fundamental question: Why do people wanna blog? What makes people wanna write all their feelings and thoughts into an online diary to let the whole world see??

Nonono, diary is different from blogging. I shouldn't even call a blog an online diary because a diary is a very very, extremely personal belonging. It sometimes record the most intimate aspect of a person's feelings and thoughts and these are things that the writer feel close to and only the writer has the right to read its content. A diary is in fact a storage of a person's memory of his/her past, to remind him/her of the things that he/she did and how he/she felt then.

On the other hand, a blog which is a part of the world wide web, is in actual fact an advertising platform for people who wishes either to seek attention or to gain recognition. Search for any blogs online and you will see that most blogs are decorated and its content added in such a way so that people will be wanting to know more. It is nothing like what I have described a diary to be in the previous paragraph.

Since they are seeking attention, I just don't get it why some people wanna voice their personal feeling online and yet when people gave some comments that they disagree to, they would have a feeling of betrayal or disgust. When you start a blog, isn't your purpose some how to attract people's attention, to make known your feelings to the whole world and to let people comment on what you write? I think that most people are just not ready to accept facts that they know is true but is just different from their ideals, they are just not ready to accept criticisms.

Some people have been asking me to start a blog so that I can pen my feelings. Frankly, sometimes I was really tempted and had the urge to want to join the blogosphere. But I still came to the decision not to do so and rejected that idea. Because I still do not feel comfortable letting everyone read about my thoughts, things that i hold dear. If I have somthing that I want to tell, I would do it the old fashion way, through telephone or better, in person.

But some would ask why am I then writing a blog entry criticising blogging? The reason is very simple, I am very bored at 2312 hrs and just could not find anything interesting to do so I am writing something to attract your attention. Another reason will be because there haven't been an entry into our class blog for months and it is starting to rot. Thus I am just trying to clear up the cob webs and vacuum the dust.

yinaisi

I ran into a stranger as he passed by, "Oh excuse me please" was my reply. He said, "Please excuse me too; I wasn't watching for you." We were very polite, this stranger and I.

We went on our way and we said goodbye. But at home a different story is told, How we treat our loved ones, young and old.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal, My son stood beside me very still. When I turned, I nearly knocked him down. "Move out of the way," I said with a frown. He walked away, his little heart broken.

I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.

While I lay awake in bed, God's still small voice came to me and said, "While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use, but the family you love, you seem to abuse. Go and look on the kitchen floor, You'll find some flowers there by the door. Those are the flowers he brought for you. He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue. He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise, you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."

By this time, I felt very small, And now my tears began to fall.

I quietly went and knelt by his bed; "Wake up, little one, wake up," I said. "Are these the flowers you picked for me?"

He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree. I picked 'em because they're pretty like you. I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."

I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today; I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."

He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. I love you anyway."

I said, "Son, I love you too, and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."

Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than into our own family, an unwise investment indeed, don't you think? So what is behind the story?

touching story right? instead of *****ing everywhere shall just blog about it! =)

food for thought..