ohyea, i changed blogskins again. partly becos hazel's blogskin is somewhat the same layout. :)
ohwell, its kinda a cute blogskin too, this one, so, its worth the change. :)
oh man, cant wait to go buy some christmas presents & the memory card reader & go wifey's house tml.
OH I CANT WAIT.
such a busy exciting day ! ive had a few godamned boring days last week. and i cant wait to get worked up ! alright !
btw, i went to kae's house yesterday, and yanghee's friends, daughter passed away.
she was only 6. :( poor girl. she had a tumor in her brain. and her mom wrote a book for her. its about her life story, until she was 6. i almost cried after reading the book. its not any boring biography, its a biography of what she loves and loved.
here's the story, i took the initiative to type it out so i can share her story with the world.

Ashley

the little girl who loved

In memory of Ashley Koh Wen

There was once a little girl who loved everything about food.

Her name was Ashley. Ashley had big eyes, long curly eyelashes, rosy cheeks and a gurgling laugh.

Ashley did all the things children do.

She swam, she ran and sat on swings. She danced, she skipped and she played the piano.

But what she loved most of all was eating. She talked about food all the time. If she met you, she would ask you what you just had for lunch.

Ashley loved trying new foods. If she visited a restaurant for the first time, she would think very carefully before deciding what she wanted. If the food was delicious, she would put her fork down slowly and announce, " I am coming here again."

Ashley ate almost anything at anytime and anywhere ...

She ate at Chinese wedding banquets and loved that there were so many dishes.

She ate spicy roasted pork at a dingy little shop in Bali with flies buzzing around her food.

She ate glutinous rice dumpling at six o'clock in the morning.

But what Ashley truly loved was simple, homemade food. Especially her Granny's. Perhaps she could taste the love that went into the slicing, stewing and stirring. "Ah Ma, what are you cooking for lunch today ? "

she would ask her Granny, peering into the simmering pot.

A few hours later, Ashley would reappear in the kitchen and ask, " Ah Ma, what are you cooking for dinner today ? "

Ashley read Mummy's cookbooks as well as her own books. She would tell Mummy which dishes she liked, and Mummy would put a little flag on the page. Eventually, every page will be flagged.

Sometimes, Ashley would try making her favourite foods with Mummy's help. She made cookies, muffins and bread. She would put on her apron and kneel on the stool by the table, mixing, rolling, kneading. Soon, she would be all covered with flour. But she was happy, especially when people smiled when they ate her food.

Ashley realised food made people happy.

But, one day, Ashley fell sick.

When Ashley was in hospital, she was given minced meat porridge, For breakfast, lunch and dinner. The very same food for all three meals on all three days. Ashley was puzzled, so she decided to try and change things.

She filled in a feedback form. She said good things about the doctors and nurses. But, at the end of the form, she suggested that the hospital serve Japanese food as well, for variety.

Ashley could no longer play the piano or balance herself during ballet lessons. She could not eat as much as she used to. She fell over often, and her little brother would help her up.

Mummy and Daddy prayed. Ashley's friends and friends of Ashley's friend's prayed. Some of them had never met Ashley, but it did not matter. Everyone prayed very hard because they believed that God cared about Ashley. They knew that the God who made twinkling stars, the shining moon, the golden sun, the towering trees and the beautiful flowers also made Ashley. Ashley was special.

Ashley did not understand what was happening to her. But she continued telling everyone what she knew : that God loves them. And she was happy. She had a list of things to do. She wanted to attend school. She wanted to watch the Mary Poppins musical. She wanted to visit Leg0land.

She continued to tell Mummy to flag her favourite recipes. But Mummy told her that she would not be able to chew. " I will get well soon, Mummy. " She smiled.

One day, Ashley looked out of the window quietly for a long time. She gazed at the beautiful old church, with a cross on its grand steeple in the distance. And she wrote, " God is good. I love God. " She also drew a birthday card for her brother, and reminded Mummy and Daddy to celebrate her brother's birthday.

Then, on one particular day,

Ashley

stopped

eating.

She only wanted to sleep because She had a really bad headache. She slept and she slept and she slept.

While she slept, some people prayed for the first time in their lives. Many of them did not even know how to pray, but they prayed in a way they knew best. The most beautiful thing about prayer is that it changes us. We stopped being afraid and we learn to trust that everything will be well.

One morning, when it was drizzling and moist of us were asleep, God came to take Ashley home. Everyone was very sad. We did not understand why Ashley had to leave so soon.

The dining table was quiet without Ashley. It was very difficult to cook or eat without thinking of Ashley. Every time Mummy tried something new and delicious, she thought about how Ashley would have enjoyed it too.

But we have learned from Ashley that food is about sharing, celebrating and remembering. We remember that Ashley was always joyful. Ashley accepted her sickness with courage and grace. She trusted that God would make things right again in His special way.

So sometimes, when you are sad and things do not seem right, you can always trust that God cares about you. Remember always that God loves you. Much, much more than you or I can every imagine.

I know, because an angel told me so.

although Ive never met you Ashley,

i still pray for you, wherever you may be.

May you rest in peace Ashley.