Saturday, February 15
A Special Story
Like any good mother, when Karen found out that
another baby was on the way, she did what she
could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael,
prepare for a new sibling. They found out that
the new baby was going be a girl, and day after day, night
after night, Michael sang to his sister in Mommy's tummy. He was building
a bond of love with his little sister before he even met her.
>>>>>> >
The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen.
In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was
every five minutes, every three, every minute.
But serious complications arose during delivery
and Karen found herself in hours of labor.
Would a C-section be required?
>>>>>> >
Finally, after a long struggle, Michael's little
sister was born. But she was in very serious
condition. With a siren howling in the night,
the ambulance rushed the infant to the neonatal
intensive care unit at Mary's Hospital, Knoxville, Tennessee.
>>>>>> >
The days inched by. The little girl got worse.
>The pediatrician had to tell the parents there is
very little hope. Be prepared for the worst.
>>>>>> >
Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery
about a burial plot. They had fixed up a special
room in their house for their new baby but now
they found themselves having to plan for a funeral.
>>>>>> >
Michael, however, kept begging his parents to let
him see his sister."I want to sing to her", he kept saying.
Week two in intensive care looked as if a funeral
would come before the week was over.
Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister,
but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care.
Karen decided to take Michael whether they liked
it or not. If he didn't see his sister right then,
he may never see her alive.
>>>>>> >
She dressed him in an oversized scrub suit and
marched him into ICU. He looked like a walking
laundry basket. The head nurse recognized him as
a child and bellowed, "Get that kid out of here now.
No children are allowed." The mother rose up strong
in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glared
steel-eyed right into
the head nurse's face, her lips
a firm line, "He is not leaving until he sings to his
>sister" she stated. Then Karen towed Michael to his sister's
bedside.
>>>>>> >
He gazed at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. After
a moment, he began to sing. In the pure-hearted voice of a 3-year-old,
Michael sang: You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy
when skies are gray."
>>>>>> >
Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond.
The pulses rate began to calm down and become steady.
>>>>>> >"Keep on singing, Michael," encouraged Karen with
>>>>>> >tears in her eyes.
>>>>>> >"You never know, dear, how much I love you, please don't take
>>>>>>my sunshine
>>>>>> >away."
>>>>>> >As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's ragged, strained
>>>>>>breathing becameas smooth as a kitten's purr.
>>>>>> >
>>>>>> >"Keep on singing, sweetheart."
>>>>>> >"The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed
>>>>>> >I held you in my arms".
>>>>>> >Michael's little sister began to relax as rest, healing rest,
>>>>>>seemed to sweep over her.
>>>>>> >"Keep on singing, Michael." Tears had now conquered the face
>>>>>>of the bossy
>>>>>> >head nurse. Karen glowed.
>>>>>> >"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't take my
>>>>>>sunshine
>>>>>> >away..."
>>>>>> >The next, day...the very next day...the little girl was well
>>>>>>enough to go
>>>>>> >home.
>>>>>> >Woman's Day Magazine called it The Miracle of a Brother's
>>>>>>Song. The
>>>>>> >medical staff just called it a miracle. Karen called it a
>>>>>>miracle of God's
>>>>>> >love.
>>>>>> >NEVER GIVE UP ON THE
>>>>>> > PEOPLE YOU LOVE. LOVE IS SO
>>>>>> >INCREDIBLY POWERFUL.
+ + + + + 
reminisiced at 07:26
memories... |
Which Avril Lavigne Song Are You?
+ + + + + reminisiced at 04:30
memories... |
yesterday wuz really damn tired ,,,
so didn't blog MUCH>>
wuz supposed to meet chengx today at 8.30...
and i woke up at eight. sheesh.
been really bad for oversleepin nowadays..
wells. today wuzn't as productive as yesterday.
and yes... that dert~ said that our script wuz rather unhealthy--- ???
so its lyk... {rolls eyes?] yah.
anw we got another new plot already.
and for some reasons i lyk it!!!
and it no longer relates to s+x.ahahx.
its something more cosy...
something that i heard b4.. but i guess
it warms the heart =)
smiles!
anw. went down to toa payoh aft getting a lift from shijie.
thanks gurl~ paisehs ehs. ahahx
OH YES>>> noe wad?!!!
our IDERT cca tchr forgot to FAX
the huangcheng order tickets
so basically ... no more front seats for us
when ALL who ordered ordered thaT?!!!
den its lyk only the top seats left?
and only WEDnesday's top seats left?
I seriously rather sit on the stairs for thurs' lor!
so kaox. sighs... =( guess i wun be able to
catch the rest of the other schs' huahui ppl already.
IDERT! so pissed. =(
oh. anw. went w chew yan to go sell our food + fun fair tickets.
i met some irritating jerks who were shuaing me lorx.
kaox. and i doubted that they were jerks.. but too bad.
they confirmed my doubts.. so its lyk JERK?!
wells....anw... managed to sell 6 tickets each.
thats lyk $120 in all .
OH and i met nice ppl who jus donated w/o taking e tix
:) aahax. and we met 2 groups of ppl that weren't able to make
it for the food + fun fair coz they will be back overseas studyingg..
so cool rite? i also wan... ****hOpeful.........
+ + + + + reminisiced at 03:38
memories... |
Friday, February 14
groan s
+ + + + + reminisiced at 19:26
memories... |
in school now.
supposed to do script.
but apparently qt distracted larx.
ahahahas.
blarhs. will impotency, low birth rates, ageing population do good?
tot it wuz qt fresh an idea. but not very sure how it will turn out.yeppx +)
+ + + + + reminisiced at 18:46
memories... |
"_
yes. thats the mood of me...
i guess i 'll really miss the Valentine's tradition of st nicks man..
the feeling of giving + receiving is really nice....
sighs.... guess there will be lotsa things to miss :l
+ + + + + reminisiced at 05:48
memories... |
ok.
anyone interested in buying tickets for food + fun fair?
15th march, 9am to 5pm..
sighs. needa sell... *hMmpHx*
+ + + + + reminisiced at 05:44
memories... |
oh yah. wanted to write abt it .. but tot the fame shun go to him.
but.. as described by chengx it goes lyk this:
" went up to him and ask:
" erm excuse me, can we leave early?"
and the spasticated guy went to check his zip
and said:
"ooh..my zips down?"
+ + + + + reminisiced at 05:32
memories... |
hmmx haPpI vDaY~
blarhs. today wuz qt a mess. woke up w a headache.
din meet suckiestrawberry ... din reach at seven.
blarhs. din make enuff :( but anw... ahax wuz nice
seeing the class lydat. yeppx. had some multiple
meeting during recess. the total defence assembly item
wuz not bad ...got myself a Forever Friends' tin! *smiles*
thank zhenyi too yea... we answered lyk half half e qn.
could haf gotten another.. blarhs. anw. managed to
finish giving out the prez during that extra 5 mins of "comm2 meeting"
ahahx anw ...sch wuz real hot today..
and lessons were really tiring..kept WANTing to doze off
den rushed lunch w zhenyi [so sorry mans!] + ran about
to find mr wong? just to inform him that we wun be going for
seminar.. and somehow we were scolded???
wanted to ask 4 excuse letta budden wu bubu din wanna give.
she said it wuz sum personal matters lorx......
anw. wuz damn pissed somewhat... u get scolded coz
u actually bothered to inform the teacher?
wad about those who jus walked off? wadeva. shld have
jus done the latter. anw... din really listen to the
seminar at all. that guy wuz damn lame again.....
anw..stayed w chengx to write script .
finished the summary thingy till scene 4
not bad larx.. the progress. am feelin qt on about it :)
but i dun wan that feeelin to fade off.
blarhs.. ahahx.
anw.... wuz so speechless just now ...
sighs. duno. and my sis is irritating!
keep copying my stuffs lorx... :(
anw. gotta bathe.. am goonna sleep!!!
+ + + + + reminisiced at 04:58
memories... |
Thursday, February 13
ok.
BACK home.
packing , printing, pasting, cutting left to go
sighs. there's no valentine and i'm doing all this.
blarhs. its been depression mood for long
and not only for me... WHY this?
sighs. wadeva larx.............................................
+ + + + + reminisiced at 06:53
memories... |
Wednesday, February 12
having el lessons now.
sianx. logged on msn.
ahahx. realised he was online
blarhs.
and annabelle jus sang me a song.
it goes.
we no $ we dun care,
we lyk cheap cheap underwear,
if it tear, we dun care,
we go steal another pair.
underwear, everywhere...
+ + + + + reminisiced at 18:10
memories... |
jy: what is it? im intrigued. the lost dream? lets just say its something im sure you could have if you tried, and you'll still have a chance later, just not in st nicks. gd luck
think i remember.... ahahx. thats sweet! yeapx. hope so...thanks loads dear.....
+ + + + + reminisiced at 07:18
memories... |
went to mj's house to bake stuffs.
am done w it +)
packing left to go
*smiles*
+ + + + + reminisiced at 07:09
memories... |
i wonder..
wads the lost dream? hate myself for being so antisocial
maybe thats y..its lost
+ + + + + reminisiced at 01:19
memories... |
went out w xm + sj. hmmx.
had break unch w mum + sis first
ahahahax wuz really corn.
my mum wuz suddenly all about
tellin us her happiness w just being out with us.
=) guess she wuz qt a darl this morn
tot she forget our existence...
blarhs. anw. got my xiao de a prezzie
haix. and din get anythin else..
currently have jm's + sj's present w me.
wells. made me look really dumb lorx
seriously dun lyk going out when there isn't enuff $.
wadeva. mood isn't gettin good nowadays..
dunnoe why too ... *shrugs*
+ + + + + reminisiced at 00:49
memories... |
Tuesday, February 11
:: mourn ::
+ + + + + reminisiced at 04:59
memories... |
am tryin to pull it back..
but i guess it may be MORE of a failure..
sighs.... mood wuzn't too good.
wuz rather affected by the nightmare i had last night.
some "The MIdnight Call"'s ending
freaked me out... subconciously
wuz pretty bored by it at first...
always falling asleep after reading it..
but last night.. wuz the exciting part.
the twist that came so unexpectedly ...
Obssession...Possession...dark magic
revenge --- is it that sweet?
dark fantasies... lethal obsessions
yeppx. ahahx. anw.. had lishi meetin today.
wuz qt dead den...dunno why. budden jm + mJ
were kinda mad... ahahx. anw.. wuz not bad larx.
:) den wen northpoint w mj...tink we stayed there
for quite late.. ahahx. even saw huangfang noes?!
and we met qiuling! and that stupid woman remembered
me as a-lizard. grey batch senior.. and now i'm
grey batch lc... feelin so old mans......bleahs.
sheehs. haven really tot of what to do for vday.
+ + + + + reminisiced at 04:08
memories... |
Literally, a telephone call from someone who has died, usually one with whom the recipient shared a close emotional relationship.
In such a call, the telephone usually rings normally, but may sound flat and abnormal. The connection is usually bad, and the voice from the dead one fades...
If the recipient knows the caller is dead, he or she is too shocked to speak, and the call abruptly ends. If the recipient does not know the caller is dead, he or she may chat up to a few minures. Most phone calls from the dead occur within twenty-four hours of the death of the caller, though some have been reported as long as two years from the time of death
The purpose of the mysterious calls seems to be to leave either a farewell message, a warning of impending danger, or information needed by the living...
No satisfactory explanation exists to explain phone calls from the dead...In the early twentieth century, investigators modified the telegraph and wireless in hopes of communicating with the dead. Thomas Edison, whose parents were Spiritualists, worked on but did not complete a telephone that he hoped would connect the living and the dead
--- Harper's Encyclopedia of Mystical and Paranormal Experience
[The Midnight Side] Natasha Mostert
+ + + + + reminisiced at 04:05
memories... |
Sunday, February 9
hmmx. m such a slacker. realised i practically
dun understand whats goin on AT ALL. sighs.
and i dun listen in class when i dun get it .......
contrasting of all ironies. blarhs.
+ + + + + reminisiced at 23:37
memories... |