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January 23 8:01 PM Theta Chapter of Phrateres presents... Annual Fundraising Raffle for the Variety Club Children's Charity Draw: Jan 30th @ Gallery @ UBC If u cant go, we'll contact you by email or phone if u won something. Prizes donated by: Twist Conditioning, EA Sports, ONTIC clothing, Sport Mart, Safeway, Blockbuster, BC Ballet, Harbour Cruises, LuLuLemon, Thriller, L'amour Du Vin, Helly Hanson, Subway, Day Spa's, Earls and many many more.... Over 100 prizes to be won! And all for a good cause. Cost = $1 Want a raffle? tell me or any other sisters.
Alternatively, there's a booth @
Buchanan A from 10 - 3pm from jan 23 - 27. GET a RAFFLE. thanks.
Day: Saturday, Feb 4th Where : Hyatt Regency Vancouver
What: 70th Anniversary Reception + Silent Auction. There will be a cash bar and hors d’oeuvres served. Who: Phrateres Alumni, Actives, Pledges + Parents + Dates + Friends
Time: 8pm-11pm
How Much: Tickets are $25. Buy them ASAP Best to contact: Miranda's email or 604-788-9344
Dress Code: Semi-formal
January 22 1:44 AM Selftalk - ive got the best bosses, yu qi
- i love Phidelt.
- i really really really wanna watch smallville
Bus issues bus system improves greatly. just this morning, and this whole week has been awesome, busses are more coordinated. and really the bus drivers are awesome.... now i can only express my displeasure in uncooperative selfish passengers.. .. yeah, so i guess the upass is good. they track passengers n improves services, and now 480 runs longer throught the day too. nice. and just this morning, one right after the other, so even getting on at granville and 41st was a smooth journey with seats. nice nice and nice.
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| January 15 11:14 PM
bad luck 1) i have old age syndrome stuff. i lose my keys and i will walk halfway and stop to think about where im going. 2) i sliced my finger again... no, i wasnt distracted this time, i was just not in the mood. 3) i get a warning "careful when u go there, it's slippery", and the next minute i slipped and fell, and y'know my poor right ankle might have to go thro xrays again.... 4) i was tryin to place something back where it belongs, and the next second, everything fell. 5) i jammed my fingers. yes again, my poor tortured hands. 6) im typing with 9 fingers. 7) imma binging 8) i got sleep probs 9) someone was killing my mind. i cant take that. 10) yes, you. your three days just wasnt what it was suppose to be.
well have fun, folks, and that's all.
January 13 4:46 PM friday the 13th & the great bus talk (cumulative) Ride to Destination today is like the only day i ever was too early for class, when i say too early, i meant 15 minutes. mighty relaxing, and i realize that i understand things better this way. no more being late. early is good. feels good. is good. Food Binge Of the Day popcorn, mentos, popcorn, cracker, popcorn, mentos.... to be continued.
P.S u may think im incredibly bored out of my mind, it's just that these stuff make my ordinary life a lil more interesting. and becoz i ride many different types of busses, all over vancouver and richmond, and becoz ive been at bus stops from as early as 7 am till as late as wayy past midnight, till the very middle of the day...... i have the right to spill ze beans of ze experience of le voyage du mademoiselle.. Dislikes: (im being a "byatch" here, if ur easily offended, please skip this section) - not enuff air. or too much breeze depending where u are, and whether u are standing or sitting.
- sticky, or hot, or sweaty handrails. EWWWWWWWWWW. i wudnt touch them if i cud.
- people coff like crazy everywhere, and then pull the cord, and then touch the handrails, they pollute inanimate objects, and my breathing space.
- when ur sitting down, and guys dont face the other way. gawd damn.
- when girls do make up on busses. vain potties.
- whenhairy guys dig their ears with their fingertips and then smooth their moustaches.
- when prams, wheelchairs get on busses and the kneeling-busses gotta take sucha long time to ramp up. and then the beeep that goes on with it.... annoying noise.
- when u think ur bus isnt coming, then u booard an alternative bus (if there is any at all to begin with), and then u look out, the bus is JUST RIGHT BEHIND, and then... seconds later, it overtakes u.... it just makes me gooo CRAAAAAZZZZZZY.
- when u finally decide to get off to stop for the next bus, either it doesnt stop at that stop (that means u gotta walk), or u were too late to board the transfer bus, so u end up missing both busses.
- when u think ur so damn smart, seeing the express bus right behind, and stopping at one stop to catch the one behind, only to realize the express one is full, and u gotta wait for the bus which was initially what i was riding on.
- when ppl just dont move to the back of the bus liek they are told to. i mean comne on.. let others board the bus. and if u wanan talk to ur friend whoz sitting down, why dont u both just move to the back of the bus to yak.
- absolutely hate it when people talk across me, i wud be polite though, id ask if they want my seat instead
- also hate it when people who cud ride on other alternative busses dont take other busses, but instead take the bus which will potentially be full later on, and we are all rushing to school, and then, u gotta stop at those stops where the bus cud just be wheezing by..... on the other hand, i do the same thing, so i shdnt complain. basically, we shd all be considerate.
- when three busses go by u with the same comment "sorry. bus is full". and then, at a later stop, some person wud get off, and more ppl let in. and one time, a woman was like shouting "please, i have to get on the bus,and all the busses are full" .... but he still said the same thing "sorry bus full", and closed the doors in her face, and drove off, while her voice trailled (i looked out, her face was mad with tears) "... for half an hour.... !!!"
- pity: aww, maybe she's rushing elsewhere, i mean i am late too, and i wudnt be in a good mood. if i were her, i hate us damn ubc students
- no sympathy: sheesh, it's just half an hour, maybe u shd try longer. i have.
- busses that display "not in service" at peak hours
- when ppl who aint waiting there long enuff get on bus first, they actually shd wait behind the line.
- people who get off the bus at the last minute. (even though i do that sometimes)
- people who waste time counting their money and not get them ready beforehand (yes, cheryl is a culprit of this as well, i was searching for my bus pass)
Holla to Female Bus Drivers - they usually announce the next stop,
- they can handle crowds, and tell ppl how to conserve space, yelling "if u have a bag pack, put it in between ur feet" ... nciely done, unlike male ones who just say "MOVE TO THE BACK"... coz u know, ppl are stupid, they need to be told what to do. and some ppl just wanna do their chitter chatter with their friends, so they stand right in the middle and jam up the middle, and ppl boarding on wud think its full, so there will actually be people standing when there's actually a whole buncha seats. and being me, i told this guy a dirty look and said "wud u please take a seat so more people cud board the bus??? if not, dotn stand in the way".. if u dont want ur seat, give it to other people. sheesh.
- they are quite fair
- and they greet ur day more cheery-ly.
Oh did i mention... Apparent Darkness oh on christmas day, bus 402 went by me without stopping, coz i was wearing all black, so i blended well with the dark... got me flaming mad and hot, so i needed only one piece of clothing to just rollerblade in the wet cold. gah, if i had to go somewhere far, id be ultra mad to wait another half hour. lucky for me, t'was close enuff to blade. The Driver with the Dang-ed Attitude tis bus 41. we were at the bus loop. but he didnt stop at the designated stop, instead went around. someone pulled the cord for the bus to stop. so we were all waitign to board off the bus, and he din even allow the doors to open "Finally someone pulled the cord, or i wud be going around in robin circles till someone does that" *sheesh i have no time for jokes, i just wanna get to class, and obviously ppl are gonna get off at the last stop... sheesh* Of course, there are other applaudable bus rides and great bus drivers with the best attitude, but u know, being a human, especially a female, i can only "bitch", and to all the goods, i just havent the energy to type it all out..... this is of course BS. but what can i say. | | |
| This is from a forwarded email. Copy & paste and pass this on too, via blog, email… anything…
The Lord's voice
A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible Study. The Pastor had shared about listening to God and obeying the Lord's voice. The young man couldn't help but wonder, "Does God still speak to people?" After service he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they discussed the message. Several different ones talked about how God had led them in different ways. It was about ten o'clock when the young man started driving home. Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, "God...If you still speak to people speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey." As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk. He shook his head and said out loud, "God is that you?"
He didn't get a reply and started on toward home. But again, the thought: buy a gallon of milk. The young man thought about Samuel and how he didn't recognize the voice of God, and how little Samuel ran to Eli. "Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy the milk." It didn't seem like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk. He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home. As he passed Seventh Street, he again felt the urge, "Turn Down that street."
This is crazy he thought and drove on past the intersection. Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street. At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh. Half jokingly, he said out loud, "Okay, God, I will". He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop. He pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in semi commercial area of town. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark like the people were already in bed. Again, he sensed something, "Go and give the milkto the people in the house across the street." The young man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep.
He started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat. "Lord, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will look stupid." Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk. Finally, he opened the door, "Okay God, if this is you, I will go to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look like a crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for something but if they don't answer right away, I am out of here."
He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some noise inside. A man's voice yelled out, "Who is it? What do you want?" Then the door opened before the young man could get away. The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn't seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep.
"What is it?"
The young man thrust out the gallon of milk,
"Here, I brought this to you."
The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway. Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen.The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face. The man began speaking and half crying, "We were just praying. We had some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn't have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk.” His wife in the kitchen yelled out, "I ask him to send an Angel with some. Are you an Angel?"
The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he had on him and put in the man's hand. He turned and walked back toward his car and the tears were streaming down his face.He knew that God still answers prayers.
THIS IS A SIMPLE TEST....? If you believe that God is alive and well, send
this to at least ten people and the person that sent it to you!!!!!!!!
This is so true. Sometimes it's the simplest things that God asks us to do
that cause us, if we are obedient to what He's asking, to be able to hear.
His voice is clearer than ever. Please listen, and obey! It will bless you
(and the world). Phil 4:13.
This is an easy test, you score 100 or zero. It's your choice.
If you aren't ashamed to do this, please follow the directions.
Jesus said, "If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before my Father."
Not ashamed? Pass this on.
MY SON
This is great, take a moment to read it, it will make your day!
The ending will surprise you.
Take my Son
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 voice in 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 Goghs, 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."
"$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?"
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
Please send this to ten people and back to the one who sent it to you.
Do whatever you like, but remember that maybe "one" of the people you might have taken the time to send this to, may be just the person who needs to hear this message. You have a choice to make."
God Bless.
"I Would not Quit" He Said
One day I decided to quit...
I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality...
I wanted to quit my life.
I went to the woods to have one last talk with God.
"God", I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"
His answer surprised me...
"Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"
"Yes", I replied.
"When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them.
I gave them light. I gave them water. The fern quickly grew from the earth.
Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed.
But I did not quit on the bamboo.
In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful. And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo. He said.
"In the third year, there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit.
In the fourth year, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed. "I would not quit." He said.
"Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth.
Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant...
But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.
It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive.
I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle."
He said to me. "Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots"
"I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you."
"Don't compare yourself to others." He said. "The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern. Yet, they both make the forest beautiful."
"Your time will come", God said to me. "You will rise high!"
"How high should I rise?" I asked.
"How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return.
"As high as it can?" I questioned.
"Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can."
I left the forest and bring back this story. | | |
| i think one day after math exam.
wow, xanga sure did improve during the time i stop updating.
Nursery Rhymes
01:41:43 [dec 18]
humpty dumpty sat on the wall
humpty dumpty had a great falll
all the mikes horses and all his peanut butter
cud not put humpty dumpty together again
hickory dickory dock...
the mike went up a clock
the clock struck threee and mike went down
hickey dinkie dock
one blind mike, one blind mike
see how he runs... see how he runs...
michael had a little lamb little lamb little lamb
michael had a little lamb his fleece is as white as snow
i mean skin
or fleas
ding dong belll
pussy in the well
who put her in
little michael green
who pulled her out
little michael stout..
you're a little teapot short and __
here is ur handle and here is ur ___
when u get all steamed up then u shout
just __ me over and ___ me ___
oh dear
what can the matter be?
oh dear waht can the matter be
oh dear waht can the matter be
michael's too long at the fair
itsy bitsy michael climbin on the wall
down came the rain and wash his dirty _____
out comes the sun and dries it up
and itsy bitsy michael fell down like a plop | | |
| Testing:
(p.s this has nothing to do with me, i stole this, the change is in bold)
So let me get this straight
You were leading me on, using me.
Keeping me waiting for something that wasn’t there.
Letting me get my hopes up, and acting like you cared.
& allowing me to start to like you more each and every day,
because you didn`t want to hurt me? You were my mistake.
Letting Me Go Crazy, acting like an asshole
An Idiotic High School Jock snickering at me with your friends
Guys will never change.
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