Posted by nealee at 03:45 PM | 1 spoilers

Making It Happen....... and why i chose it:

Making things happen is just NOT my job It's the job of my dear daddy in heaven.So NO, the 'IT' carries another meaning. What then could 'IT' mean? For the benefit of those who have not been following my wacky journey and noticed my 'eerie evolution' to a joyful nutcrack,

MAKING it HAPPEN = making joy happen.

There are two things to aim at in life : first, to find your purpose, then, to enjoy it. Very few achieve the second. Thus, this carries on to my conscious decision to enjoy God 24/7, enjoy the people around me, and enjoy my work. Enjoyment is not a goal, it is a feeling that accompanies me in important ongoing activity.Thus, (my second thus) this brings me to my next attempt : To try as consciously as possible, turn everything into an important activity. From insignificant ones like sweeping the floor to bigger ones like studying for Alevels of the same importance. From that, joy comes during the process and bigger joy when I complete the tasks I have set out to undertake responsibly.Not what we have, but what we ENJOY that consitutes abundance and fulfilment.

Like Mary Poppins says, which some of you might have heard of before, "In every job that must be done, there is an element of fun. You find that fun, and poof! The job's a game. And every step you undertake, becomes a piece of cake! A lark, a spree! It's very clear to see........." ~debbie breaks into song "just a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down... the medicine go dow-auu-own the medicine go down~

To quote Kenneth Patchen: "Whether it is fun to go to bed with a good book depends a great deal on who's reading it." This carried a double meaning for me. One in the literal sense, the other simply meaning : Whether our life is joyful or not depends greatly on the heart that's living it.

When I'm happy, I feel like crying, but when I'm sad I DON'T feel like laughing. I think it's better to be happy. Then you get two feelings for the price of one!

 WARNING: incoherence!

(sorry you can't blame me. Tabulas screwed up on me  sob hapus my whole complete entry.. the work you see before you is the effect of a desperado squeezing every bit of memory juice of her brain, so PARDON ME!!)

Being the nut for English and Brit-like stuff, indeed my first, formal entry here has to contain a gist of it.

~Give us, Lord, A bit of sun, A bit of work, and a bit of fun.~ an english prayer

I think of life now as a wonderful play that God has written for me... and so my purpose is to have the utmost fun playing my part. And... I constantly remind myself that a smile is a curve that sets a lot of things straight

SO YES, despite my incoherent writing, I really hope that my blog will bring you joy and more joy. I have lots to share As in many things, learning to live a joyful life will be a life long journey of growth in faith. love and wisdom. AND we will need the help of others.

I AM all geared up for this journey of JOY, anyone care to join me?

(pardon all the grammatical errors or the impaired sentence structure. HAVE MERCY LA  all you ppl who suffer from correctical grammatical disorder out there!) haha pardon the rambling nut.

oh and i realised my template can't show 'currently watching' so yes ....deb is currently watching:Her newly-operated foot and her mom-made crutch.... utmost coolness.

Posted by nealee at 06:16 PM | 5 spoilers

No, this is NOT a chipsmore advert. The joy nut has been missing for some time. The rigmarole is back!

Of LAN officers, bimbotic people and Chinese New Year

Because of the rigidity of my timetable and the sluggishness I have in posting, this entry shall be condensed into short and sweet ramblings. Please be as patient as to overlook any dubious or preposterous musings..drama entirely

1. Debbie arrived in college one day and was punished for her aloofness which was a result of a corny operation she had. She ran up the stairs just to be greeted by a very, very , VERY dark corridor and even darker classrooms. (Are there degrees of darkness? ) She recalled the RARE sight of the empty carpark in front of the institute which was usually the PERFECT epitome of what us, laymen, term as 'sardine-packed'. A streak of discomfort arose. Fear and trepidation were not far behind. In the midst of the ever-increasing inane thoughts that were flooding her brain, Debbie paced herself and to cut to the chase, she found that her class was peculiarly shifted to the highest floor. She shuffled along the corridor anxiously, bumping into people she never knew existed in IPG or at least clothes and facial expressions she did not see daily The look painted on the faces of the staff were not any different from the incessant thoughts bombarding her mind.Two words: fear and trepidation

She knocked on the door and peered into the class only to be greeted by her Econs lecturer(who never wears a tie, wearing a tie) looking as if he just saw a car run over Rachel McAdams (his favourite actress whom he has been raving about). The effort IPG puts in to conceal every possible hint of tomfoolery and impress the Lurking And Noisy officers makes one ponder, how nice it would be if they put that much effort in pleasing the students.Half the students in IPG were given the day off as they were 'illegal' students. IPG is not allowed to offer so many courses.Fake timetables with extra revision classes were issued,fake notes cancelling the lecturer's name as he/she is a degree lecturer( illegally teaching Alvls, for the meagre sum IPG offers he/she) were distributed and fake societies i.e THE ALEVELS SOCIETY(no Alevel student was aware of its existence) was created just for that day.The confusion is still perpetuating.Students still turn up for classes which do not exist in reality and ask about membership to a self-imagined society. And they ask us why we fail to adhere to the timetable and why we complain so much? Perhaps the money we pay should do a disappearing act too.

2.BIMBO = A woman regarded as vacuous.

The journalist shall not be held liable for any emotional stress,psychiatric injury or detrimental irritance suffered in reading the following doodles. Any resemblance whatsoever to anyone alive, is entirely coincidental.

(e.g: Debbie heard her dissing her Dad's[a rich doctor-probably the reason where her spoiltness came into being] nurse for following procedure and saying, "Sorry, your daddy is treating a patient. Any important message you want to leave him?". She yelled to us,"STUPID WOMAN, EVERYTIME SAY THAT WHEN DADDY IS BUSY, AS IF I CALL MY DADDY TO PLAY.SURELA MY MESSAGE IMPORTANT WHAT!" !!!!

She obviously does not know the language of courtesy every proper phone-answerer lives up to. When one faces one of such a queer disposition and rare character , one must thank God for the brain. Debbie had a lesson to learn too, to increase the level of tolerance and acceptance towards people of this sort. (nah.. not so serious. Debbie accepts people of all kinds haha cheh-wah) An amusing journey everyday ,it truly is!

3. As,CHINIZ NEW YEAR  approaches, Debbie cannot resist the urge to reinstate her well-known dislike for CNY songs. Blasting from every shopping mall is the sound of bells and noise and more noise. Nevertheless, Debbie is STILL trying to combat her malignant hate towards these sounds by reminding herself it's only temporal and it's merely notes of the scale arranged in a different, more ingenious way which she has not learnt how to appreciate. I HOPE everyone who will be travelling, whether or not to Greece or Penang will be free from any jam or travel problems. In other words, travel safe and God be with you!!!

GONG XI FA CHAI!!! XIN NIAN KUAI LE!!!HONG PAU NA LAI!!

GONG XI ah GONG XI lalalalala dong dong dong dong chiang!! (I cannot believe it's stuck in my head) And sorry hahahah.. no where near CONDENSED, nor SHORT AND SWEET~! hahahahhaa

Posted by nealee at 09:40 PM | 2 spoilers