Thursday, March 30, 2006
I love Dean and Suzanne. They are two very precious gifts from God. They are beautiful. They made me smile and feel so blessed. Both of them are from "denominations" my church doesn't agree with. People in my church may even tell me to get away from them. But I love them. They are the ones who were there for me when I was bewildered. They were there. They sat beside me and listened to me, without giving their "wisdom", which I didn't really need. They showed me kindness, tender and love. They wept with me. They prayed for me. They showed me who our God really is. They make me love God more. That is all I need.
Don't know why God placed them around me. Sometimes, the differences between us did bother me. But, I don't have to know all the answers. The only answers I need to know is that - We belong to the same body, and God placed them in my life because He loves me. I love you God.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
A Reflection on 8 comic book images
by Dean Lewis
Late nights aren't always a common place thing, however last night this was certainly the case. The buzzing of the alarm is never a welcome sound, especially on this occasion when the snooze function is the most blessed thing known to mankind. I can now imagine the eyes lighting up when the first person thought of adding this function which I have a love hate relationship with, especially after a few minutes which seem like forever. I awoke from the other end of the bed a mess which I rectified after much showering, brushing of the hair and teeth.
Finally! Off to school, I am sure today the rest of my day will reflect even more love hate instances for me to ponder upon, maybe one day I will tell you about it, but as for now me and my curly long girlie hair are busy looking at the hottest boy in my grade. I wonder if my next late night will be on the phone to him; he better give me his phone number or I will die.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
For those who have written the passage for me, I thank you. You guys are such a blessing to me. The second thing I want you to do is (1) compare the passage you've written with a passage written by an English native speaker (Aussie mate - Pete! *cool*). Then (2) answer the questions following Pete's writing. Email your answers to me at reese_ym@hotmail.com. Those who have written the short essay must help, else my research can't be finished... Again, thanks for helping. I LOVE u guys.
Pete's essay
Once as the sun started to arise, a little girl slept in a little bed in a little house. Her little alarm clock started to sing "bring bring". It ran as she started to stir. Quickly she moved her foot to the clock and turned it off. See she had been up all last night playing playstation with her friends. Then something amazing happened. The alarm clock moved out its arm and tickled her on her feet. Suddenly she was awake and bolted up in a fright and sprung out of bed to clean her teeth and brush her hair. The she was off to work for another day of fun.
Questions to answer after comparing the writing
1. What Differences have you seen in two writing? (For example: content, vocabulary, sentence structure, style, etc.)
2. Do you want to learn the differences you found out? Yes/No? Why or why not?
3. Will you use what you’ve learnt in your writing in the future? Yes/No? Why or why not?
4. Do you think reading a native’s writing helps improving writing English? Yes/No? Why/Why not?
Friday, March 24, 2006
It wasn't supposed to be a joke... but everyone laughed when they heard it. It's a writing exercise for drama in my creative writing class. The question's: Every couple fights. Free write about an argument that your parents (or anyone else) have quite frequently. Then radically shorten the argument to just three staements from mom and dad. Then write a short drama in which the characters talk about other things and as the conversation builds weave in the statements from mom and dad. I worked on it with Vincent, who's my classmate. Here's what we've got eventually. (Sorry for the foul language. The language is used for authenticity.)
M=Mom; D=Dad; S=Son
M: Oh, honey. It's the time to gimme the money for this month.
D: Can I give it to you later? It's just the 20th of January.
M: I know it's the 20th of January, and you recieve your salary today.
D: Is it necessary to be that quick?
M: You'll use it all up for gamblin' if I ask later!
D: Bull shit! How' bout you bitch? You play Mahjong every day and loose most of the money I give you!
M: You bastard! You never give enough! If you give enough, do I need to play Mahjong to make the money I need?
D: Bastard? Did you call me bastard? Hey son. Look, this is your mother. She called your father a bastard!
S: *Crying*
Don't know why everyone laughed when I and Vincent acted it out (They didn't laugh at the others...). I read it to Dean. He laughed a bit and asked if my parents did argue like that. Well, they don't. Vincent and I just made it up... Just wonder if that's really the case in some families. You never know.
We are the big mustard tree
Despite the fact that
The birds of the air come and nest in our branches
We are the big mustard tree
The Gardener has planted
With love and care
Day by day
He showers the soil with spring water
Nourishes the roots with finest manure
Pulls out the overgrown weeds
He grows us
He loves us
We are His big mustard tree
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Get up by Superchick's my favorite now. It tells of how I feel lately. Have been thinking that a Christian should have a bit of guts...
I'm not afraid to fall
It means I climbed up high
To fall is not to fail
You fail when you don't try
Not afraid to fall
I might just learn to fly
And I will spread these wings of mine
If I get up, I might fall back down again
So let's get up, c'mon
If I get up, I might fall back down again
We get up anyway
If I get up, I might fall back down again
So let's get up, c'mon
If I get up, I might fall back down again
And I might fall back down again
And we'll, just jump and see
Even if it's the twentieth time
We'll just jump and see if we can fly
I'm not afraid to fall
And here I told you so
Don't want to rock the boat
But I just had to know
Just a greener side
Or can I touch the sky
But either way I will try
If I get up, I might fall back down again
So let's get up, c'mon
If I get up, I might fall back down again
We get up anyway
If I get up, I might fall back down again
So let's get up, c'mon
If I get up, I might fall back down again
And I might fall back down again
And well, just jump and see
Even if it's the thirtieth time
We'll just jump and see if we can fly
I'm not afraid to fall
I've fallen many times
They laughed when I fell down
But I have dared to climb
I'm not afraid to fall
I know I'll fall again
But I can win this in the end
If I get up, I might fall back down again
So let's get up, c'mon
If I get up, I might fall back down again
We get up anyway
If I get up, I might fall back down again
So let's get up, c'mon
If I get up, I might fall back down again
And I might fall back down again
And well, just jump and see
Even if it's the fortieth time
We'll just jump and see if we can fly
If I get up, I might fall back down again
So let's get up, c'mon
If I get up, I might fall back down again
We get up anyway
If I get up, I might fall back down again
So let's get up, c'mon
If I get up, I might fall back down again
And I might fall back down again
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Hey guys, I thank God for your visit. You probably have heard about my final year project (FYP). If not, I tell you - It's about English composition. It sounds so "not my thing" to you.*well, I understand... * But I hope you guys can offer a little help to your desperate friend. *Ya, that's ME!* How could you help? That's easy. Just write me a passage based on the pictures below. The passage can be either short or long. Write as much as you feel like. I'll appreciate every word you write. You may now start your writing on the "Add a comment" page of this blog/entry. You can also send me your work as an email (My address's reese_ym@hotmail.com). *Any way you feel comfortable with.* Your writing will be the data I need to complete my FYP. Guys, please do your best to help. I'm so thankful that I have you around in my life. Love yall!
P.S. Send me emails or call my mobile if you have questions.
Saturday, March 18, 2006
The Lord wanted a whole burnt offering
I was not whole
I was a blemish turtledove
However
The priest -- Melchizedek
Sprinkled the blood on me
I then was made whole
And could be a burnt offering
Burnt on the alter of holiness
The fire burned me into ashes
God took me wholly
I was a burnt sacrifice
An offering made by fire
A sweet aroma to the Lord
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Missing running a lot... thinking about joining Dean's training. They do running, gym and swimming. Well I can't swim, so I think I can only join running and gym. Emmy and Liza will probably object my idea... But, I feel like running very much, plus my back's getting better these few days. I wanna go back to those good old days; I wanna be fit again. Dean said I'm fit but I know I'm not. And my legs are so pale now - I gotta tan them. All my girlies wannna look white and pale... Man, it's just not my thing.
Oh, Told Iris I wanted to break up with him this morning... It'd been too hard for me to carry on... I could bare it no more... My conscience and others' objection... I was in the middle and torn... Iris asked me a very challenging question - "Do you really love him?" It took me a while to answer the question.
I know I love him - I no longer check out good-looking models on billbroads, tv and magazines, since I've got a crush on him... *blush* I wanna take care of him. I wanna see him smile. I want him to be happy. I love him. Why would I wanna leave him then? I thought the idea will benefit both of us... I was wrong. I was only being selfish - I just wanted to be "comfortable"; I was only being lazy - I just don't wanna deal with the problems. Is real love meant to be selfish and lazy? Certainly not! How stupid I was... How can I give him up just because the situation's hard? God loves us through all types of circumstances. I love since God loves me first. I should learn how to love from God. I don't give up because of situations.
Love is just like running a marathon, endurance is needed.
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
I had given away too much,
but I don't give up.
The beauty of Christianity is that
sins are forgiven and erased (1 John 1:9).
I can start over today.
Monday, March 13, 2006
I can't lie to myself
I love him
More than I realize
He's always on my mind
I always reminisce the way
He looks at me
He talks
He smiles
He laughs
He walks...
Everything is sweet
She keeps telling me to leave him
No, I won't
I love him
Sure we have problems, but
I love him
I can't separate myself from him
I'll never want to hurt him
I want to be his blessing...
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Thinking through
Don't know what to do
Searching every angle and point of view
Good advice, well rehearsed
Only seems to make matters worse
At a dead end
Don't know where to go
Pray
When the road is steep
Pray
When hope gets weak
Know God hears through
The silence and the tears
The deepest sighs of the heart
Are heard
God hears
And his heart is touched
Friday, March 10, 2006
Doing a research about bilingualism. Well, it's quite funny that Hong Kong looks like a bilingual city. You'll know by just looking at the street signs and the food packages; listening to the transportation announcements. Everything's in Chinese as well as English. We Hong Kong people live in a very bilingual enviornment. But most of us are not really bilingual, which is pretty ironic.
Most Hong Kong people have difficulties with using English, especially with speaking and listening. Our reading and writing are okay. I can tell because we read textbooks written in English; write assignments in English.
Now our government's promoting English learning (Despite the fact that we need Putonghua more than any languages). There's a commercial my aussie mates find funny. There's an English speaking guy asking for something in a shop. The shop keeper doesn't speak nor understand English, so that the English guy storms out the shop. Then a "Learn English" slogan comes up... Well, I know the commercial sucks... It makes English speaking people so arrogant... But I know many Hong Kong people agree to the commercial...
Well, am I a bilingual? Haha, I don't know. There're too many definitions of bilingual. Not sure which one I should buy... I think the term doesn't bother me much. As long as I can communicate with the peopel around me, I'm happy.
I never forget the promise
He has made before me
For the passed years
He spilled it out again and again
I believe those words
Though sometimes
They don't sound real nor possible
Through out the years
They became my strength
To hold on
Though sometimes
They don't sound real nor possible
Sometimes, I fell and lost faith
Carried away by weaknesses
Drifted on the sea of emotions
I looked to the promise
The north star in the dim sky
Shines through the mist
I regained
Though sometimes
It doesn't look real
I looked at it again and again
Through out the years
It became my strength
To hold on
Though sometimes
It doesn't look real
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Was used up yesterday. Went straight to bed after dinner. Been to so many places with Dean for the last six days. Got up early and slept late. Oh but I had a super dooper sleep last night. And here's the energetic Reese again *yay*! Actually, that were six fantastic days - Hanging out with Dean, having friends and family around, all the poeple I love. I thank God for those six days. Though I was physically exhausted, I was spiritually nourished.
Feel like waking up from a long dream... There're plenty of assignments are undone... - two research, two papers, a story... Well, I usually only write poetry here, but, I run out of idea today, maybe too tired... Anyway, just to keep this blog updated.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
I made him smile.
I made him feel good.
Did I make you smile?
Did I make you feel good?
Are you smiling?
Are you feeling good?
Will I make you smile?
Will I make you feel good?
I want to see your smile.
I want to make you feel good.
I smile when you smile.
I feel good when you feel good.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Well, got this tonight and this is my favorite now. Like the way he looks in this one. Got no clue why he just loves hats. Wonder how many he got... Put this up 'cause he's put mine in his blog...
