The weather change I've been experiencing nowadays seem to be so sudden; It can be all sunny and cheerful at one moment and then before you know it the dark clouds begin to gather and in no time it starts to rain. With thunder.

Just a matter of a few hours but it is enough for the whole situation to change, for good or for worse, I don't know. It wasn't like this a few months ago, and sometimes I wonder how it has worsened over such a short time. But I guess things are the way they are, the more you try to interfere, the worse it becomes.

All I'm gonna do now is watch the rain fall and the thunders roll until they decide to stop. Until they let sunshine fill the room.

Just like before.

Now Listening to: Thunder

Nothing's going right for me right now. I've just spent 20 minutes writing and composing my thoughts on blogger when it failed to post it and wiped out my entire post. My sister's playing the Sims 2 on my computer. Glad that she's finally getting a life. I was a little worried when she started to actually MuG in June. Its been 3.5 months since she last touched a computer or chatted on msn.

Anyway. its raining cats and dogs now. And I'm supposed to go for the first outdoor training since the exams later at four. Can this be considered an omen? Is this a sign of things to come?

Actually I wrote some stuff about my Judo. But there's no time to retype them now. So I'll just go away.

Now Listening to: Pouring Rain

A story taken from SgChirstians friendster.

A young lady named Sally, relates an experience she had in a seminary class, given by her teacher, Dr. Smith. She says that Dr. Smithwas known for his elaborate object lessons.

One particular day, Sally walked into the seminary and knew they were in for a fun day.

On the wall was a big target and on a nearbytable were many darts. Dr. Smithtold the students to draw a picture of someone that they disliked or someone who had made them angry, and he would allow them to throw darts at the person's picture.

Sally's friend drew a picture of who had stolen her boyfriend. Another friend drew a picture of his little brother. Sally drew a picture of a former friend, putting a great deal of detail into her drawing, even drawing pimples on the face. Sally ! was plea sed with the overall effect she had achieved.

The class lined up and began throwing darts.Some of the students threw their darts with such force that their targets were ripping apart. Sally looked forward to her turn, and was filled with disappointment when Dr. Smith, because of time limits, asked the students to return to their seats. As Sally sat thinking about how angry she was because she didn't have a chance to throw any darts at her target. Dr. Smithbegan removing the target from the wall.

Underneath the target was a picture of Jesus. A hush fell over the room as each student viewed the mangled picture of Jesus; holes and jagged marks covered His face and His eyes were pierced.

Dr. Smith said only these words... "In as much as ye have done it unto the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto Me." Matthew 25:40. No other words were necessary; the tears filled eyes of the students focused only on the picture of Christ.

Now Listening to: Silence

Who are my true friends? Who will help me at their expense when I'm down? Who will I help at my own expense when they are depressed?

There was a man. He was a paralytic, meaning that he couldn't move. Not even a little bit. In his society, people who grew up to be different, who had weird diseases were considered sinners. These group of people were right smack at the bottom of the social heirachy.

For this guy, all he could do was think about his next meal. 'Whats the point of thinking about anything else?' he thought. Now unlike the other 'outcasts', he had 4 true friends. They took care of him day in day out, helping him wash up, stuff like that. The parlytic always felt that he was being a burden to the guys, and was grateful for their friendship.

One day, the five of them heard that Jesus was in town, teaching the word in someone's house. So the four guys said, "lets bring him(the paralytic) to Jesus, he might be able to heal our friend"
Upon reaching the house, they found out that it was full people. There was no way in. But they persisted. These very four men dug a hole through the roof and lowered the paralytic down, with countless pairs of eyes all looking at them. Jesus look at the paralytic, then at the determination and faith of his friends, and said:"Son, your sins are forgiven. Get up, take your mat and go home". And that was what the paralytic did. He stood up, thanked the lord, and walked home.

True friends are those that think not of themselves but of the group.
They stay with their friends through thick and thin.
They are not afraid of defying the social norm.
True friends are those who look beyond the package, and look at the substance.

A rather long post, I know. But just wondering, who are my true friends, who aren't?


Now Listening to: Liu2 Shui3 Nian2 Hua2 (current bg music)
By: Harlem Yu