EX students again

Jeff from 6E 2005 returned and the class called for an even bigger class gathering. It was good meeting the old kids - all grown up and all more mature. The photos were loaded in FB - now its the portal we all get connected - esp when jeff is returning to the States again. He will not be returning in the near future. As for th rest, they are all slogging for the O levels this year. God bless them - may they all pass with flying colours!!

EXSTUDENTS

Met up with the 2004 batch kids BBQing at the Astor Green Pit. They'ew 15 now and all, well, let's say half grown up. They boys were very tall and many towering above me.... tsk tsk, to think some were shorter than me, now they say i'm short... hmph!  Well, it's good to see them and hear of their stories. So full of life and zest and not many cares in the world. Call for the occasion? It's the return of Jeff from US. He has this drawl in his accent and it's weird to heard it from an Asian.... But God bless his heart. i'm glad they all took the pains to connect with me year after year after year. Not sure if they went overnight last night.....

Wanna load the photos of last night but I dunno how to operate my new nokia 6300!! I'm a dinosaur when it comes to technology!! I plug this USB cable to my macbook and then nothing happens!! How on earth do i trnsfer the photos? Now waiting my me saviour, aka computer man hubby to redeem me from this helplessness..... face it i can be a helpless damsel. 

Part-Time Maid

Can I share my joy with you??!!! My 1st ever part-time maid came to clean the house!! TODAY!! Yeah!!! I dont need to fuss over housework anymore!!! DOUBLE YEAH!!! I just hope that this lasts.... and Another JOY to share....... My tingkat dinner has started since last monday evening...!!! YEAH YEAH YEAH!! No need to cook and clean dishes!!!! YEAH YEAH YEAH!!! Now my next headache!! Is to convince my daughter to sign up for chinese class. You see she's very herd mentality one... must have friends to be with her then will go! But how to synchronise the timing with another child??? I'm crossing my hands and fingers and toes that she'll be OK for the bukit batok berries.... or the orchard one or maybe the tanglin CC one... sign... parental woes! Also, thinkinf of the boy... ACS or St Andrew's Junior???? I cant decide. If distance, ACS. If want to save fuel and be with husband, the latter.... how how how how how how????? Questions.......Decisions...... Wouldnt it be better to be a student than a working person and married too??? Decision decisions etc etc bah blah blah 

nightmare

Nightmare last night and had another after waking up from a nap. A blood pressure check 132/92. Mild hypertension since yesterday. Headache pounding on my right. Nap nightmare - I tot i woke up from the nap, walked down the stairs to the living room, saw hubby, talked to him about the headache then I fell fainted o the floor, I had a half vision, blurred and a prayer rang thru my ears - God be merciful to me, my kids are still young, I cant die yet. pop! there went a dream. scary!

prince caspian

Just saw the show 2 days ago. Just when I thought movie tixs are expensive, I found out that I could get a movie at $6 using NETs payment at the cathay in orchard (dhoby gaut, actually). Anyway, there is major difference between the movie and the actual book. Reading the book is so much better than the movie. So anyway, the show was so long - 2 plus hours!! I had to take a leak in between! The young actress who acted Susan reminded me of one of my students in 6I. Some resemblance there except that my student will be the Asian version with glasses.

picture

After a month, I finally got the picture of granny. What set me into tears was when matt said, "Tai-ma's picture, I miss Tai-ma." The picture now stands on top of my piano. She had a nice smile, so serene. It's the one month anniversary of Granny's death.

This story was written by a doctor who worked in South Africa .

One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do, she died leaving us with a tiny premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an incubator). We also had no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle.

She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst rubber perishes easily in tropical climates). 'And it is our last hot water bottle!' she exclaimed. As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways. 'All right,' I said, 'put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. Your job is to keep the baby warm.'

The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle, and that the baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died. During prayer time, one ten-year old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. 'Please, God' she prayed, 'send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon.' While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added, 'And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?' As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, 'Amen'? I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything, the Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home.. Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator!

Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door.. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the veranda, was a large twenty-two pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. Icould not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly colored,knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas - that would make a batch of buns for the weekend. Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the......could it really be? I grasped it and pulled it out - yes, a brand-new, rubber hot water bottle. I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could.. Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, 'If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly too!' Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted! Looking up at me, she asked: 'Can I go over with you and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?'

That parcel had been on the way for five whole months. Packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child - five month s before, in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it 'that afternoon'. 'Before they call, I will answer' (Isaiah 65:24) This awesome prayer takes less than a minute.

When you receive this, say the prayer, that's all you have to do. No strings attached. Just send it on to whomever you want - but do send it on. Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards.

Let's continue praying for one another !

Father, I ask you to bless my friends reading this right now.
I am asking You to minister to their spirit at this very moment.
Where there is pain, give them Your peace and mercy.
Where there is self doubting, release a renewed confidence to work through them.
Where there is spiritual stagnation, I ask You to renew them by revealing Your nearness, and by drawing them into greater intimacy with You.
Where there is fear, reveal Your love, and release to them Your courage.
Bless their finances, give them greater vision, and raise up leaders and friends to support and encourage them.
Give each of them discernment to recognise the evil forces around them, and reveal to them the power they have in You to defeat it.
I ask you to do these things in Jesus' name. '

Do not ask the Lord to guide your footsteps if you're not willing to move your feet.