Monday, December 26, 2005
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Christmas 2005!!!
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
It's a wonderful internet
Check it out...
http://www.itsawonderfulinternet.com/
This is actually a parody of the 1946 feature "It's a Wonderful Life". I remembered that watching this movie was an annual tradition at the Barber's home. Ahh... those were the good times...
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
4 Days till Christmas...
Monday, December 19, 2005
5 days to Christmas...
Malaysia seems to celebrate Christmas differently. The only signs we can see are the ones in the malls, because Christmas ornaments makes good decorations for the malls. But of course, you won't see too much of Jesus, but plenty of the good old jolly St Nick, because, who gets offended by Santa Claus.
The good thing here is that churches here are staying true to the message of Christmas. Christmas is not about the season of giving and presents, and being jolly and of good cheer. Christmas is about Christ. It is about Him leaving a place of glory to come to earth to die for the sins and mankind. My prayer for Christmas this year is that Christians would live a life that would reflect that message; a life that is grateful to what he has done, and a life that is eager for His second coming.
Jesus, thank you for your love to me.
Merry Christmas y'all...
Sunday, December 18, 2005
'Twas the night before Christmas
Twas the Night before Christmas Poem
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Clement Clarke Moore
1779 - 1863
Sunday, December 11, 2005
3000 visitors...
:P
Oh yeah... and this is my first hundredth post...
Angeline...
Have we got it all planned out? Not really. And yet, a sense of excitement exist in both of us. Why? Because, God is with us. And because of that, there is hope.
Silver bells for this season, and who knows, maybe we'll hear wedding bells soon. However, these bells are rung not to celebrate us, but God, who made it all possible.
Jesus, thank you...
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Questions of Life
Hope to see you there...