Turn my sigh into singing
Let your joy fill my being
When I'm down and out
Many times I tend to pout.
But I must learn to rejoice
Please comfort me
With your gentle voice.
I will sing, I will sing
Making music to the King.
This poem was inspired by Judges 5:3 (Based on a devotional blog - http://gemsfortheheart.blogspot.com/)
About Me
- ashlynn
- A child of God who is living, loving and learning in HIS world. Passionate for Creative Arts and loves Floorball
Monday, January 12, 2009
Sunday, November 16, 2008
A home for my hamster.
My sisters and I own a pet hamster named Lenlay. We owned her for quite some time already, but just yesterday, my baby brother Ashton went to visit the doctor and he said that we cannot keep our hamster any longer due to our allergies. We are very sad to part with her. So we are looking for a home for our pet hamster.
We would really want her new owner to be responsible, kind, loving, and good-hearted. If you think you fit the criteria, and would love to have a free hamster together with the cage and food, we would be willing to give it away. If you are interested please let me know through the chatbox.
P. S. We have a new blue hamster cage that is for sale. RM 35.00 (Original price:RM 42.00) Hamster cage is very expensive. You are getting a good deal for this one.
Interested?
We would really want her new owner to be responsible, kind, loving, and good-hearted. If you think you fit the criteria, and would love to have a free hamster together with the cage and food, we would be willing to give it away. If you are interested please let me know through the chatbox.
P. S. We have a new blue hamster cage that is for sale. RM 35.00 (Original price:RM 42.00) Hamster cage is very expensive. You are getting a good deal for this one.
Interested?
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Eating spree!!!
Today we went out with a few Sabahans who came to Penang. They had a eating spree ( I am quite sure.) When I met them it was breakfast time. We came quite late, so they had already had most of their breakfast. I saw so many empty hokkien mee bowls! Haha. I had some toasted bread and hot milo for my breakfast. Later on in the day we went to Fairway to swim before meeting them for dinner. We went to Lone Pine (that's in Batu Ferringgi) to pick them up. Then we went to some kind of western food cafe to have dinner. I ordered Butter Garlic Fish. I thought it would be a buttery garlic sauce poured over the grilled fish, but when it arrived it was a very dry dish. It was the grilled fish with fried garlic sprinkled very genorously all over it with a little bit of mixed vege, a small dinner roll, 1 slice of tomato and 1 slice of cucumber. My drink was kickapoo joy juice which I shared with Nat-I actually liked the bottle, cause it was only the first time that I have tried it. It looked very old and antique.
After dinner we met back at the Lone Pine Hotel, then we went to walk along the roadside stalls in Batu Ferringgi.
After dinner we met back at the Lone Pine Hotel, then we went to walk along the roadside stalls in Batu Ferringgi.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
A series of stories
Today, when mum woke me up, I figured it's Wednesday. Another day began. I opened my eyes a little and peeped out, then fell back between the heap of pillows again. After a while mum shook me slightly. Sigh...I actually dosed off again.
I stumbled out of bed, made my way to the bathroom, chose a fresh clean towel, then took a bath. After I was changed and dressed, I had breakfast. Just then, mum called us into the computer room for our skype date with Aunty Joyce. Mum could not get the mic done properly so we had to use the chat line instead. Finally after some time, mum got the mic fixed properly and we talked to her. After that , I had my breakfast of cream crackers and chocolate spread.
I did devotion for girls, times tables with latin dance, read, wrote, sewed a pot holder, and sewed up an old rag. Finally having a little quiet moment to myself to write .....this series of my life.
-Ashlynn -
I stumbled out of bed, made my way to the bathroom, chose a fresh clean towel, then took a bath. After I was changed and dressed, I had breakfast. Just then, mum called us into the computer room for our skype date with Aunty Joyce. Mum could not get the mic done properly so we had to use the chat line instead. Finally after some time, mum got the mic fixed properly and we talked to her. After that , I had my breakfast of cream crackers and chocolate spread.
I did devotion for girls, times tables with latin dance, read, wrote, sewed a pot holder, and sewed up an old rag. Finally having a little quiet moment to myself to write .....this series of my life.
-Ashlynn -
Friday, May 23, 2008
Prince Ashton
We eagerly brought our dinner to the hospital that we could have dinner with mum.
A bored, tired, and hungry chrisa on mum's bed while mum is feeding.
A nice family photo with cool little Ashton.
Excited Chrisa holding a fragile baby for the first time.
My first time carrying itty - bitty tiny Ashton.
Friday, May 16, 2008
It does not exist........
One fine morning, a few of my friends and myself went to the great Loch Ness Of Scotland. My friends were Pearl , Anna. Kim, Janet, and Satin. We went for a picnic along Loch Ness. After our picnic lunch of tuna and egg sandwiches, one packet of spicy crisp, Two small packets of tomato crisp, two avocados, 1 nectarine, 1 peach, and a tall glass of grape juice each we decided to lie down on the grassy hills overlooking the Loch.
After a little rest under the clear, cool, blue sky, we decided to wade in the Loch. Everyone but Anna and Pearl agreed to go. Pearl had read a book about the Water Horse that lived in the Loch so she was a little hesitant. Anna had also read the book and was afraid. So in the end we all agreed to let them stay behind, since that were scared of joining us to wade in the Loch. We tracked down the sandy path towards the water when we heard a voice shouting,' there are a couple of canoes by the bank of the water. We turned to find that the person who had shouted was Pearl. True enough when got to the bank of the water, we saw 4 canoes tied to post, stuck in the wet sand. We discussed about those canoes for a while and finally said to each other that we would use the canoes just for a while, because none was using them now.
It took us almost half an hour to untie the strong tight knots made by the thick ropes. We let loose 2 canoes(for they were double canoes) for ourselves. One was bright yellow in colour and the other was light blue. We quickly pushed the canoes into the water and jumped in them. We were overjoyed to find such a thing just lying there, as if it was specially for us to use. We grabbed the oars that was on the sand. We held races against each other and paddled in circles around the Loch.
Just then as turned back to look at Pearl and Anna, we found that none of them were to be seen. Then we heard a rustling sound Kim hopped out of her canoe to look for Pearl and Anna. I heard a faint shriek from behind a huge bolder, then a very loud laughter, that turned into screams of silliness. From behind the rock out crept two shy figures in the shadows. We all noticed that the figures we the timid Pearl and Anna. they finally spoke up about what they were frightened of, They said thy were scared of sound they heard which they had suspected the Water Horse who lived in the water. Then they screamed again. We turned to find that the only thing that they had shrieked so much about jut now was just some ducks having a drink n the Loch. Never again were the two girls afraid of the legend anymore.
- THE END -
Long time ago, at the time of Word War II in Scotland, there was a legend about a " Water Horse ". It was like a dinosaur just that it lived in water. There were records telling that people had actually seen them but here I am writing this story to tell people that the "Water Horse " does not exist.
It is a unit study that I have started on, based on the show-" Water Horse ". We have to say whether the " Water Horse " exist, and then write a short story about yourself in the picture then say and explain why it is or it is not. In my case it is not. I know you will be thinking because I said a short story,but mine is so long. You see I love doing creative writing and I always get a little carried away when I write stories. I hope you have enjoyed this one.
by
- Ashlynn -
After a little rest under the clear, cool, blue sky, we decided to wade in the Loch. Everyone but Anna and Pearl agreed to go. Pearl had read a book about the Water Horse that lived in the Loch so she was a little hesitant. Anna had also read the book and was afraid. So in the end we all agreed to let them stay behind, since that were scared of joining us to wade in the Loch. We tracked down the sandy path towards the water when we heard a voice shouting,' there are a couple of canoes by the bank of the water. We turned to find that the person who had shouted was Pearl. True enough when got to the bank of the water, we saw 4 canoes tied to post, stuck in the wet sand. We discussed about those canoes for a while and finally said to each other that we would use the canoes just for a while, because none was using them now.
It took us almost half an hour to untie the strong tight knots made by the thick ropes. We let loose 2 canoes(for they were double canoes) for ourselves. One was bright yellow in colour and the other was light blue. We quickly pushed the canoes into the water and jumped in them. We were overjoyed to find such a thing just lying there, as if it was specially for us to use. We grabbed the oars that was on the sand. We held races against each other and paddled in circles around the Loch.
Just then as turned back to look at Pearl and Anna, we found that none of them were to be seen. Then we heard a rustling sound Kim hopped out of her canoe to look for Pearl and Anna. I heard a faint shriek from behind a huge bolder, then a very loud laughter, that turned into screams of silliness. From behind the rock out crept two shy figures in the shadows. We all noticed that the figures we the timid Pearl and Anna. they finally spoke up about what they were frightened of, They said thy were scared of sound they heard which they had suspected the Water Horse who lived in the water. Then they screamed again. We turned to find that the only thing that they had shrieked so much about jut now was just some ducks having a drink n the Loch. Never again were the two girls afraid of the legend anymore.
- THE END -
Long time ago, at the time of Word War II in Scotland, there was a legend about a " Water Horse ". It was like a dinosaur just that it lived in water. There were records telling that people had actually seen them but here I am writing this story to tell people that the "Water Horse " does not exist.
It is a unit study that I have started on, based on the show-" Water Horse ". We have to say whether the " Water Horse " exist, and then write a short story about yourself in the picture then say and explain why it is or it is not. In my case it is not. I know you will be thinking because I said a short story,but mine is so long. You see I love doing creative writing and I always get a little carried away when I write stories. I hope you have enjoyed this one.
by
- Ashlynn -
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
The Golden Rule
This story happened to take place in a ballet school. A girl named Hazel (the trickster) wanted to play a trick on someone, but what to do, and who to trick? Suddenly, something caught Hazel's eye, something interesting.
Hazel saw a shy girl sitting in the corner all alone. Hazel's mind went wild. She knew exactly the right thing to do. She wanted to trip her. She slowly crept to her and sat there. Patiently she waited until the girl,Janessa got up. Then she would quickly pull her ribbon to untie the ballet slippers. Then when she danced she would trip.
"Janessa!!!", shouted her teacher. Janessa jumped up and started working on her " Demi Plies " and "Sotes". As she danced her feet felt funny and loose. She realized that her ballet slippers were untied, but it was too late. She landed - tripped over her ribbon and fell! Right there on the floor. What a disgrace for a ballerina!
Her heavy eyelids burst out with tears. Hazel's heavy heart was filled with guilt and shame. She burst out in tears too. The pair, with water running down their cheeks were escorted out of the room by their teacher. Hazel, ashamed of what she had done, gave an apology to Janessa. They were friends again. They never smelled like rosemary, but always like paprika and oregano in mushroom soup (if you want black pepper add it yourself!).
Moral: the golden rule - do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
- Ashlynn -
P.S. Paprika and oregano are the few of my favorite spices, but I don't fancy rosemary.
PP.S. The actual date this story was written is February, 2007
Hazel saw a shy girl sitting in the corner all alone. Hazel's mind went wild. She knew exactly the right thing to do. She wanted to trip her. She slowly crept to her and sat there. Patiently she waited until the girl,Janessa got up. Then she would quickly pull her ribbon to untie the ballet slippers. Then when she danced she would trip.
"Janessa!!!", shouted her teacher. Janessa jumped up and started working on her " Demi Plies " and "Sotes". As she danced her feet felt funny and loose. She realized that her ballet slippers were untied, but it was too late. She landed - tripped over her ribbon and fell! Right there on the floor. What a disgrace for a ballerina!
Her heavy eyelids burst out with tears. Hazel's heavy heart was filled with guilt and shame. She burst out in tears too. The pair, with water running down their cheeks were escorted out of the room by their teacher. Hazel, ashamed of what she had done, gave an apology to Janessa. They were friends again. They never smelled like rosemary, but always like paprika and oregano in mushroom soup (if you want black pepper add it yourself!).
Moral: the golden rule - do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
- Ashlynn -
P.S. Paprika and oregano are the few of my favorite spices, but I don't fancy rosemary.
PP.S. The actual date this story was written is February, 2007
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