the last day of PMR 08' (super outdated sial) the day my camera got abused .

it was the last day of PMR.

the afternoon of our #1 evil scheme.

(though now it won't be called that lah)

(heh. super inside joke.)

(so many people seem to be posting this:'inside joke.', so I'm doing it too.)

(Waaaaaa.)

After bathing:

lepas mandi

You are about to witness the abuse of my lovely sexy camera.
You have been warned.
*Lynnie don't kill me*


abuse of my beautiful camera



And now...

gah. Miss Chia has great and amazing potential.....


at taking horrible photos.

example as shown below:



then we went to Pyramid:

F.O.S.






Perfecto example of her cute little round 'ss' face.
(Go ahead, look at what shape her face is)
And the super cute cross earrings.


....it's a circular face.
hah.
:)




Me , my dulan face(as jo would put it)
and the scary looking cross earrings.






I'm holding hands with a dummy.
whaddacrapp.









She's posing with her dummy friends.
*teeheehee*






Next,of all places, we were in....

...Popular.(or was it MPH?)

(hold it hold it hold it.)

(MPH.)

in which we saw this:

(lynnie forced me to take a picture of them kayy)


and now the lady herself:

she didn't want to be the only one 'ss-ing', so I kena pulak.

NEXT!

I think this was in Living Cabin or something like that.

(they sell fake fruits here, justin)

heh. inside joke.

i loveeee typing that line.

*dulan face*

Glass-I mean- plastic boots for sale!

First she saw yellow:

I kena again:

Then I saw pink.

I kena again:

cos' she wanted to take as well.

*super dulan face*

...but she's so cute, who can resist taking more?

:

*sighs*

*poor camera*

*oh miss chiaaa don't kill meeeeeee*

To 'bodek' her out of killing me, I resort to this:

YES, YOU!
Yes, I do :)

Next, as we all know,

Everyday is Mother's Day!

So this is to our mommies,

love from us!
I know I look sucky okay

'specially next to the model-ballerina-dancer-choreographer Miss Chia.

Don't say a word :)

*grins*

And 'cos we're on a low budget,

we head to Juscooooo.

We hated the neon coloured one.(refer pictures below)

She ripped the neon one off her body

(wow, what an image)

right after she tried it on

cos' she claimed she looked horrible in it.

Tak sempat take photo .

But I was like "Aiyaa, who cares man?"

haha kawan best konon :D

I wore her 'leftover' and took picture in it anyway.

ahh! abuse! :)

smoking hot ladyyy

then I returned with a white one, so yeah :)

I know I'm both fat and flat,

just keep it low okayy.

shhhh....

This was super spontaneous:

I didn't even realise this was taken:

....But all I know is that it further affirms the fact

that Lynnie has great potential to take horrible pictures. hohoho :)

And last but not least, the last few pictures of the day..

We terpaksa balik like at 5pm cos' Lynnie ade ballet :)

This post is dedicated to Miss Chia Yune-Lyn(since I owe her a birthday post from last year :))

My smashingly sexaayy and hottt Lynnie

(you can't see much of her 'hot' bits here, but take my word for it) :D

For all the times we spent together , (and didn't)

Here's to hoping that we'll spend more time in each other's presence!

(this sounds weird, but oh well!)

here's to our next evil plan!

I should blog more.

It's very... soothing.

Calming.

Relaxing.

Makes me happy :)

Loves & God bless.

"The Lord be with you!"

-Boaz from Ruth 2:4

Yes, yes indeed.

this is quite cool :)

Yesterday is history.

Tomorrow is mystery.

Today is a gift.

That's why it's called the present.

woohoo :)

only time will tell.

and God.

peace out.

Triple Filter Test

In ancient Greece, Socrates was reputed to hold knowledge in high esteem. One day an acquaintance met the great philosopher and said,

"Socrates, do you know what I just heard about your friend?"

"Hold on a minute,"Socrates replied. "Before telling me anything I'd like you to pass a little test.
It's called the Triple Filter Test."

"Triple Filter?"

"That's right,"Socrates continued. "Before you talk to me about my friend, it might be a good idea to take a moment and filter what you're going to say.


The first filter is Truth. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is absolutely true?"

"No," the man said, "actually I just heard about it and...."

"All right," said Socrates. "So you don't really know if it's true or not. Now let's try the second filter, the filter of Goodness. Is what you are about to tell me about my friend something good?"

"No, on the contrary..."

"So," Socrates continued," you want to tell me something bad about him, but you're not certain it's true. You may still pass the test though, because there is still one filter left : the filter of Usefulness. Is that what you want to tell me about my friend useful to me?"

"No, not really."

"Well," concluded Socrates, "if what you want to tell me is neither true nor good nor even useful, why tell it to me at all?"

100 truths, tagged by dear mandaaaaa :)

Here it goes....
001. Real Name: Beatrice Low Wei Jin
002. Nickname(s): Beat, Rice, Beat-rice, Pukul beras, pukul nasi, dafan, PB
003. Age: 15+
004. Horoscope: Sagittarius
005. Gender: Female
006. Elementary: Ringrose Kindergarten
007. Primary School: SK Subang Jaya
008. Secondary School: Seafield :D
009. College: Too young
010. Hair Color: Black and Brown :P
011. Hair Length: quite long
012. Loud or Quiet: Depends
013. Sweats or Jeans : Jeans
014. Phone or Camera: Both :P
015. Health Freak: Sometimes
016. Drink or Smoke: Nope
017. Do you have a crush on someone: Think so
018. Eat or Drink: Eat and drink XD
019. Piercings: Ears
020. Tattoos: None
021. Social or Anti-Social: No idea :P
022. Righty or lefty: Righty
023. First piercing: 5+, on ears
024. First relationship: hah. xD
025. First Best Friend: Saw Mei Yi
026. First Award: Ballet Lower Primary Honours XD
027. First Kiss: Nope
028. First Pet: Fish?
029. First Big Vacation: err.to Malaysia when i was two.
030. First Love at first sight: Don't think so
031. First Big Birthday: long time ago in London
032. First Surgery : No
033. First sport you joined: Ballet
034. Orange or Apple juice: Mango!
035. Rock or Rap: Depends
036. Country or Screamo: Country.du-uh.
037. NSYNC or Backstreet boys: Backstreet boys.
038. Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera: Britney Spears
039. Night or Day: Day
040. Sun or Moon: i donno :D
041. TV or Internet: Both :P
042. Playstation or XboX: Playstation
043. Kiss or hug: Hug
044. Iguana or turtle: Turtle
045. Spider or bee: Neither!
046. Fall or spring: Fall
047. Limewire or iTunes: Don't use either one =='
048. Soccer or baseball: Soccer
049. Eating: Anything goooooood:D
050. Drinking: Anything gooooooood :D preferably mango.
051. Excitement level: Normal.I think.
052. I'm about to: Pee :)
053. Listening to: nothing......
054. Plan for today: BK class
055. Waiting for: My tun to be the freaking slimmest :P
056. Energy Level: Normal.I think
057. Thinking of someone: Guess so.
058. Want kids : Yeah.
059. Want to get married: Think so.
060. When: When the time comes lah
061. How many kids do you want: 1 or 2 or 4
062. Any name on the mind: Not yet
* 063 & 064 is missing *(because it was stated on da's blog, so yeah)
065. Mellow future or wild: Er..don't know :P
066. Something you would never try: Something that will destroy my life

067. Which is the better in the boy/girl you like(in the future):
068. Lips or Eyes: Eyes
069. Romantic or Funny : Both.
070. Shorter or Taller: Taller.
071. Protective or Caring?: Both.
072. Romantic or Spontaneous: Romantic.
073. Nice Stomach or Nice Arms: Both.
074. Sensitive or Loud: Both
075. Hook-up or Relationship: err?
076. Trouble Maker or Hesitant: Hesitant.
077. Muscular or normal: Normal.

078. Kissed a stranger: No way.
079. Broken a bone: Nope.
080. Lost glasses or contacts: Yes.
081. Ran away from home: Nahh.
082. Held a gun/knife for self defense: Both XD
083. Killed somebody: No!
084. Broken some one's heart: err.i guess.
085. Had your heart broken: not exactly, but yeah.
086. Been arrested: So far nope :P
087. Cried when someone died: Yeah.
088. Liked a friend more than a friend: Yeah :D
089. Do you believe in Yourself: i would like to believe so.
090. Miracles: Yes, because Jesus is always there :D
* 091 is missing * (once again, because it was missing from da's post)
092. Heaven: Yes.
093. When do you want to die: When the time comes :P
094. Tooth Fairy: Nope.
095. Kiss on the first date: Nope.
096. Angels: Yeah.
097. Is there 1 person you want to be with right now?: yup
098. Are you seriously happy with where you're in life now: Kinda.
099. Do you believe in God: Duh.
100. Post as 100 truths and tag 10 people.


Chai Shing Yin
Chew Sue Mun
Chia Yune-Lyn
Emily Chan Sze Yin
Fong Zhen Ying
Kenneth Wong
Lim Wei Qi, Callie
Seng Yee Leng
Sim Ee Huei, Diane
Voon Li Teng


Hohoho:) alphabetical order XD

lastly....

happy belated 16th birthday yuva! (aka annei) :)

happy 17th birthday edward goh!

happy beearliered birthday fong zhen ying!

happy beearliered birthday shaun chien!

lazy to type di.

nxt person who reads this better post something in the cbox

otherwise, for the kazillionth time, i'll be tempted to delete this blog XD

p.s.

i WILL conquer it.

Regret?

"Aieeek! Too hot-lah. Wait on the grass first-lah," I thought.

My mind flashedback to 3 years ago - when we were all little first formers. I recalled being right at the same spot - 3rd runner, as always - thinking along the exact same lines.I remember going down to the track at 10 something every sports day to check my lane for any sharp objects. We always ran about 15 minutes later, about 10.15. The latest would certainly be about 10.30 or 10.40, when the Sun could barely lick our skin. Definitely. It would never ever be later than that. The tracks definitely won't be hot. Definitely. No doubt about that. Got that?

"Lorong 4! Lorong 4 mana?"

"Sini, cikgu!" I replied jovially.
Wow, the track's REALLY hot.

"Cepat-lah masuk trek.. dah nak mula ni...!" Cikgu Musawir's 'merajuk' voice came from behind me.

"Panas-lah, cikgu!"

"Apa ni.. panas panas.. cikgu pun panas lah..!"


then..


"BANG!!!"

The gun-shot. The start of a race.

I hurried into my lane. Gosh, this is waaaaay hotter than when we were in Form 1. It was the first time I was running in my first year in a new school.. and I frequently revisited the memory of the adrenaline rush that raced through my blood from the second the baton entered my grip till it left my hand for the finish line.

Hmm.. I wonder whether we will do as well as the previous years?
Perhaps not.
Will we win?
Can we win?

My eyes were focused on Yune-Lyn.

At that moment, as I saw her long legs racing round the first bend, I felt instant admiration. This was the girl who said she couldn't sprint. This was the girl who we begged to join the relay to help us, beacuse there was no one else we could depend on. We knew she could do it, but apparently she didn't think so. And once she was registered as part of the team, she went to ask for help - from her pet brother, to our house captain, to almost every sprinter she knew. And while yours truly was dancing away at gymrama training, here she was, right here in MPSJ, 'learning' how to sprint, although she already could. If that isn't admirable enough, I don't know what is.

She was running, for the first time in her life, in a sprinting event - and here she was, leading the way.

Then it was Liesl's turn to shine.

Liesl, the funkeyh monkeyh, who injured her (was it?) tailbone when we were back in Form 1. Injury, after injury... Form 2 as well... She could run, but she still couldn't run run. Then Form 3, - at last. The first runner who lead us off to an explosive start last year. It was as if she was never injured. And this supermonkey injured (or was it a pull?) her thigh muscle which was aggravated by her participation in long jump. Liesl wasn't even sure whether she was able to sprint on the sports day, which, by a twist of blessing, she was able to. Yes, indeed, God is awesome.

She was leading - all the way - and then it was my turn to perform. It was up to what I did whether the Red shirt emerge victorious around the third and fourth bend.

The tracks were hot. Real hot.

"UP!"
I started running.

"Pap!"
The baton was in my hand, it was up to me what I did with it.

So I ran.

I ran like I had never run before - and I could tell that I wasn't slowing down at all, unlike the previous years when I could practically feel my energy leaving me.

The shouts, the yells of my hooligan-friends, so many audible voices, so many familiar voices that I even as I ran, I could tell who was shouting and from where. So, so many -

"This track is really hot!" My mind was yelling."HOT!!!HOTT!!!! Now I know why so many people were saying it was so hot. I hadn't imagined this at all!"

The heat was literally burning into my soles, the faster I ran, the quicker the heat tore through my toes.

"Faster, Beatrice, faster! The faster you reach, the faster you rest!!!" My feet screamed.

Must. go . faster. Pain..

I was still leading, but all that was in my head was pain, pain pain pain PAIN.

Winning? What's that?

I could barely concentrate on where I was running, all that I thought about was the scorching flame that were consuming my feet bit by bit.

I....must...finish....

I couldn't think anymore. I forgot to say 'UP' to Se Yieng, our faithful fourth runner. I barely saw where I placed the baton. I could barely think about anything but -

Something red flashed in the Sun, on it's way to the ground.
The baton.

I couldn't think. My hand instinctively went down, grabbed it and put it into Se Yieng's waiting hand.

Something so crucial, that people would normally groan at while watching, something so BIG -
bur barely registered in my mind.

I stumbled over to the grassy part of the field. Must....sit.....down.....Faster....

I fell to my butt, my teeth gritted, my hands clenched and gripping the grass on the field like they were going to save my life. The soles of my feet were going to fall off any moment.

"Pain.. pain.." was all that I could mutter.

But no tears came. No surprise. Pain, so what? Your own fault, for not wearing shoes to ru-

"Se Yieng!" A voice suddenly said. Who was it? Oh, me.

"Who won? How did red house do? What place we got?" I heard myself asking anxiously, nervously.

The comforting bodies around me hushed me, saying that my feet were alright, I was going to be fine-

The baton. The baton! THE BATON! I DROPPED THE BATON!

Something that I couldn't understand why so many people did, it was so simple, so easy, just passing a hollow tube into the hands of somebody else..

Or rather, passing on the hope and expectations to emerge triumphant unto the next person, who in turn was going to prove whether the hopes will stand or will fall.

And I had dropped it.

The salty stream started flowing freely down my cheeks- I had let my house down, I had let my house captain down, I had let my faithful teammates down, they - who had done nothing wrong at all, I had let my friends down. The people who were constantly there, ever supporting me. I had let people - who I knew were banking on me to go further - down. Down, down, down.

I gave into the emotions of being the one who let down others.

Most of all, I had let myself down.













As I let myself be smothered by my friends who were trying to hush me - Lee Yuin's "breath in, breath out", Diane's "You okay or not?", Wen Min's "Beat, don't worry okay", Yee Fung's "Beeaaaaat", Justin's "Beat, don't crylah", the St Johns, Brenda's extremely worried face.......
(please do let me know if i left your name out, because I'm in a rush to finish this post, so I'm just typing anything that comes to mind..hold on. not like anyone's going to read this anyway. It's just going to be me, myself and I. HOHOHO. Anyway. just let me know, kay, now- back to story)

I felt anguished, dismayed, almost distraught. Yet at the same time so touched and basking in the love that my friends shared.

Until I caught a glimpse of a watch.

12.45 pm.

The numbers jumped out at me.

What?

What happened to 'definitely'?

I looked towards the sky and was blinded by the rays of light emanating from the Sun which was directly above my head.

I looked at my toes - now red and burnt - I saw the blood slowly seeping out from the gigantic circle beneath my big toe, where the skin already exposed the raw meat.

And cried.

This is great. Take a moment to read it; it will make your day!
>
A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art.
They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael.
They would often sit together and admire the great works of art..

When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war.
He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier.
The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.


About a month later, just before Christmas,there was a knock at the door.
A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.

He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art.' The young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.'


The father opened the package.
It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man.
He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting.
The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture.
'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.'

The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.

The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.

On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel.
'We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?'

There was silence.

Then a voicein the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.'

But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?'

Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh's, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!'

But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?'

Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room.. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting..' Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.

'We have $10, who will bid $20?'

'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.'
The crowd was becoming angry..

They didn't want the picture of the son.
They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
The auctioneer pounded the gavel. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!'
A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with the collection!'

The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is over.'
'What about the paintings?'

'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.'

"The man who took the son gets everything!"

God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: 'The son, the son, who'll take the son?'
Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.

FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE

...THAT'S LOVE.




keep smiling :D