Jesus Loves You-part 1: You are never alone.

Before telling you this story, I just want to tell that this story was being shared to you guys because of the previous story. (walking home) This is also something about walking home too, just it is at night, and alone. This story is true, and I hope you can get the feeling when you read this story as I did.

A teenage girl about 17 had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away. 

As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he was waiting for her.  

She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. 

Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely. 

The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep.

Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a line-up to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. 

She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." 

  Amazingly, whether you believe or not, YOU ARE NEVER ALONE. God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what and if you stand up for Him, He will stand up for you. God loves you. Do you love Him? 

Walking home!

Walking home after my tuition

is something I do... nearly all the time.

You know one thing people said, 

"If you got no car in Malaysia, you are like human without leg!"

Well, I cannot deny this statement, 'cause it is kinda true.

Good thing I am not living in a city, just a small town.

And not so for from my house,

maybe a thirty-minute walk out,

I can reach a fleet of shops and tuition centers.

There, is the place where I get all my knowledge for Chemistry, Physics and Bahasa Malaysia.

Luckily for me, I managed to find myself a route,

the safest route that I won't get bang by vehicles,

back to home.

How I wish we have pavements just for the pedestrians,

so we can walk.

But even there is pavements, I think the weather in Malaysia isn't that cooperative.

Yeap, Malaysia is hot and damp. Walking is just not the best choice.

(no wonder cars is selling like hot cakes in Malaysia, especially those with air-conds!)

As I was saying, I walk home from tuition classes all the time.

No, I don't complain. To be honest, I kinda like it.

I am such person that I love do anything but sports.

Exactly! I sucks in sports... T.T

Walking... is the best exercise I can get... for me!

Do you know that walking everyday do you good? It's good for your heart. They cut down your risk in heart attack!

Walking home, is something I found it fun to do too! 

Why? 'Cause those thirty-minute walk ''provide'' me time!

My days as students are so packed with so many things.

From homework to tuition classes, I literally had no time for myself.

I got to take time for piano, blogging, facebook-ing and blablabla...

The time for ''myself'' means the time for me to

THINK.

Yes, kinda like a ... time-out?

You know time-out, don't you? It's something like a small punishment, where you are told to take a certain time, maybe 5 minutes to 30 minutes, to sit down quietly, do nothing you like, and the purpose is to let yourself to think what wrongs you had done.

Get it? Time-out. My ''time-out'' is walking home.

That thirty-minute walk home is like my thirty-minute time-out.

It gives me the time to think, think and think.

Think of things, things and things.

Things I did,

things I am going to do later, 

things I should have done,

things that I should not do....

Yeap, true enough, my walking home is my time-out, which gives me time to think.

Isn't pathetic that I don't even have the time to sit down quietly and think.

So,

I appreciate my walking home.

I don't complain. 

I bless the Lord.

Walking home... 

will I do happily, with a smile on my face! 

=)

A B C D E F G!!!

I am not English.
I am not American.
I am not white.
I am a Chinese,

a Malaysian 

who learns English as my second language!

And that is why, I love this quote so much.

Seriously, I do not know whether the children in England or in USA sing this, 

but I do know one thing.

I DO SING LIKE THIS... 

Proud to say, that is what I love about myself, as a kid.

Me, as a kid, is full of imaginations and wonders, 

in my minds are all sort of funny funny things,

impossible things and of course, 

wonderful things.

Things that I cannot think of  it... now.

Ya, I am a seventeen teen right now, and I think I begin to know stuffs.

Stuffs that I did not know when I was a kid.

Stuffs I hope I don't know.

And that is why, now, as teen, I dream of being a kid.

Honestly, if I have the choice, I want to be a kid.

A little child who knows merely nothing, 

and still lives happily, without a shadow of weariness!

Child is like the most happy person in the world.

Agree?

They can laugh without any jokes,

they won't understand your stress,

they can't listen to arguments,

they won't complain, 

and the best of all

they just know that they are happy.

Amazing right?

Ooooh... how I wish I am a kid...

So... maybe, when I grow up later, I will create this potion, that who ever drinks it,

and say the magic words... will become the world's most happy person 

>> A kid.

And... guess what will my magic words be?

Hahaha! Yes, the magic words will be...

 

" A B C D E F G H I J K ELEMENO P!"

Your school life; suck or awesome, you will miss it!

RIGHT?

No matter how much you hate your school life, 

whether it was tiring, sad or heart-rending, 

you will one day, 

one day... miss your school life.

Especially when you leave your school life.

That I can confirm. 

Why? Because no matter how much you hate it,

it is still part of your life. Your life.

The life God had given to you, which you love so much, 

You... do love your life, don't you?

I say, when you are in school, you are most probably thinking of getting your butt our of the school

a.s.a.p...(as soon as possible)

Well, heck I know, 'cause I am a student myself... currently. 

And I hope will be still in my student life for quite some time... 

before I enter the working (stressful!) life.

[means I hope to go to university]

I am imagining myself

after many many years

closing my eyes as I flashed back the time when I was a student, 

living a student life;

the life right now which I am living right now.

I hate to admit that I adore the experiences of my Junior school life,

but not so of my Senior school life.

No I do not have teen's typical problem -- love life,

but as I grow more mature, and as I begin to understand things around me,

problems are not far from me...

like friendship problems, you know, when you had a freaking friend!

Oh! I do wish my childhood never end....

the life where no worries and no problems could ever bug you.

where you always had a smile on your face... childhood... awesome!

But, hate or not hate, wish or not wish, that is another story... a long long story.

Right now, all I need is to focus on one thing.

>> To Make My School Life Awesome!

Who wants a terrible school life experience which he will be flashing back when he is after school age?

I certainly don't want. 

So, although my Senior High school life is coming to an end,

with three more months to go,

I promise myself that I will make my School Life, 

as AWESOME as possible,

as HAPPY as possible,

 and as FREEDOM-ISH as possible! 

Hahaha! So I would have a nice, pretty amazing school life!

what about you?

The truth about apologizing

That is so true... that I had personally experienced it before.

The experience of apologizing even when you are on the right side.

I did say ''sorry'' for not being that helpful, to my ex-friend. 

Sigh.

I hate to call him that -- ex-friend, but it was his idea to end this friendship. 

Seriously, I mean, 4 years of friendship just ended like this? 

I could not accept it. 

He was willing to loss a friend like me just because of failing in his date.

And it had  nothing to do with me.

He was just in a bad mood, I mean, a very very bad mood.

I do not blame his mood, or luck, or bad luck... 

but I cannot tolerate that he put the blame on me.

However, I apologized,

for my not-so-helping-you-in-your-freaking-date, loser!

Yes, my pride and ego was set aside. 

I chose to step down, to step back,

(so that you don't look that bad!)

 Of course I was mad, but I still did not want this friendship to end.

Friendship man, it's Friendship, don't you get it?

...

Heck, ''that's the end..." he told me.

Oh well... it's a pity right?

Sometimes, human can be so, so dumb, that they do not even know what they are doing, or thinking, or talking!

It is an irony~ 

True, apologizing does not always mean you are wrong and the other person is right.

APOLOGIZING MEANS YOU VALUE YOUR RELATIONSHIP MORE THAN YOU EGO.

Mum's Love Is the Greatest Love of All

This is a true story of Mother’s Sacrifice during the Japan Earthquake.
After the Earthquake had subsided, when the rescuers reached the ruins of a young woman’s house, they saw her dead body through the cracks. But her pose was somehow strange that she knelt on her knees like a person was worshiping; her body was leaning forward, and her two hands were supporting by an object. The collapsed house had crashed her back and her head.

With so many difficulties, the leader of the rescuer team put his hand through a narrow gap on the wall to reach the woman’s body. He was hoping that this woman could be still alive. However, the cold and stiff body told him that she had passed away for sure.

He and the rest of the team left this house and were going to search the next collapsed building. For some reasons, the team leader was driven by a compelling force to go back to the ruin house of the dead woman. Again, he knelt down and used his had through the narrow cracks to search the little space under the dead body. Suddenly, he screamed with excitement,” A child! There is a child! “

The whole team worked together; carefully they removed the piles of ruined objects around the dead woman. There was a 3 months old little boy wrapped in a flowery blanket under his mother’s dead body. Obviously, the woman had made an ultimate sacrifice for saving her son. When her house was falling, she used her body to make a cover to protect her son. The little boy was still sleeping peacefully when the team leader picked him up.

The medical doctor came quickly to exam the little boy. After he opened the blanket, he saw a cell phone inside the blanket. There was a text message on the screen. It said,” If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.” This cell phone was passing around from one hand to another. Every body that read the message wept. ” If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.” Such is the mother’s love for her child!!


Love your mother, while she is still with you, for when her time is gone, how much you wish to love her, you could not do so... forever.


Share this story, awake people, love and appreciate your parents!

Hardwork paid off! yeah!

Hooray! Finally, all my hardwork had paid off! 

Yes, I scored an A+ for my Mathematics and Additional Mathematics! Muahahahhaha! I did not cheat, or got any tips (well, you can't for maths, could you?), and that is why I am celebrating my results! Hahaha!

So what they are just my SPM trial papers? 

That proved I am ready to face the ''wars'' againts the Number-Papers! Wakaka! 

Let me tell you how I prepared... well, actually, all I did was doing all the exercises.

From state papers to homework, I did every single one of them 

PATIENTLY and with DETERMINATION. 

Heck, 'cause I sucks in numbers. 

Seriously, I suck in maths subjects.

In fact, I hate maths.

But, I hate to deny the fact that life without maths would be even... suckier? 

yea, if there were no maths, there would not have been computers, or internet, with online games and super cool facebook, and I would be at home, so boring 'till I will be wondering if the 21st century is really coming!

That is why we should learn maths. Heck it if you suck or you rock in maths. Just do it!

Maths is for everyone.

Additional mathematics is not for everyone, but if you wanna be the top, well, learn that too!

Actually, to be honest, all these mathematics are that hard.
Nope, they are just not hard; they are tricky. 

Without a great deal of cautious, you will be trick, and Hahahah, you got the wrong answer!

=p 

blek!

Other than doing exercises, I taught my juniors too. I taught my sister (form 3) simple mathematics lah! (for me) and I taught my form 4 juniors (free classes after school) additional mathematics! See how i sacrifice for the subjects I hate? No choice, that is life.

You cannot run from the problems; YOU FACE IT!

Right? Well, you will know that I am genius if you trust me. Hahaha!

**

Just wondering, readers of all ages, is it by chance that you suck in maths? 

Sorry if you get offended, but here is a little small humble advice.

THE MORE YOU SUCK THAT SUBJECT,

THE MORE YOU LEARN TO LOVE THAT SUBJECT,

THEN YOU WILL FIND HOW EASY IS IT TO MASTER THAT SUBJECT!!!

Really,  I am not lying.

Other than thanking myself, I need to thank the Lord too. He is the one who is constantly giving me the determination and inspiration to study well. I mean, in Him, I found peace. 

'Cause I used to suck in maths (actually, still do), and  I would get really frustrated, and I would scream and yelled, ( you know, to de-stress yourself). 

But Jesus always did (and still do too, Amen!) calmed me down by giving me the thought of me listening to some soothing musics and play my piano... (sometimes I bang my piano! XD)

Enough for now. 

Got to stop crapping now. Haha. Good-day people! 

It's raining... in here too.

After dinner, I was on my swing.

I was with Joey, my poodle. She was eating happily while I was gazing on the sky.

The night sky.

It was clouded; there was no moon, just dark, misty night sky.

Not even a star could be seen.

Where is everyone?

I was alone.

Well, to be honest, I am feeling quite lonely. All good friends to me, are in their own places,

friends, schools and topics.

I was the odd one. I was the different one.

I do had my own friends, place, school and topics... but none of them were as good as those old schools

those old friends

those old topics

...

The laughter and smiles, jokes and giggles were all in the past.

Just recently, I realized that people have to grow up.

I HATE THAT.

I hope time never run,

clock never ticks,

days never pass,

months never flip,

years never...

sigh, needed I say much more?

But that is impossible. Total impossible.

Time had to pass, people had to grow up, and memories had no choice... but to give way.

Even when you tried your very best to grab hold of it,

you will still have to let it go, it's just the matter of time.

So,

as I gazed the starless moonless sky,

swinging with Joey in my arms,

I learned something;

as we grow up, we know more things, we begin to understand stuffs,

and we start to treasure as much priceless memories we could... because we know we will not live forever,

but still... we want the days of sweet laughter

embedded in our heart...

forever.

To my very best friend, my good teachers,

 I just want to tell you,

thank you for your time with me.

Though we may have limitations and short-comings, but to me, you people are perfect.

Perfect for my dreams and memories.

I  hope I can travel back time, but if it is that so, I would not have treasure

the moments we smiled,

the time we laughed,

the problems we solved,

the goodness we shared,

the hardships we endured,

the hours we chatted,

the minutes we played together,

and the seconds when we said

"Good-bye"

You will always be my friends.

How you gonna reach the top?

Againts Abortion: Give the child a chance!

‎))This is a Story...Please read this!


Hi, Mommy.

... ...I'm your baby. You don't know me yet, I'm only a few
weeks old. You're going to find out about me soon, though, I promise.
Let me tell you some things about me. My name is John, and I've got
beautiful brown eyes and black hair. Well, I don't have it yet, but I
will when I'm born. I'm going to be your only child, and you'll call me
your one and only. I'm going to grow up without a daddy mostly, but we
have each other. We'll help each other, and love each other. I want to
be a doctor when I grow up.



You found out about me today, Mommy! You were so excited, you couldn't
wait to tell everyone. All you could do all day was smile, and life was
perfect. You have a beautiful smile, Mommy. It will be the first face I
will see in my life, and it will be the best thing I see in my life. I
know it already.



Today was the day you told Daddy. You were so excited to tell him about
me! ...He wasn't happy, Mommy. He kind of got angry. I don't think that
you noticed, but he did. He started to talk about something called
wedlock, and money, and bills, and stuff I don't think I understand
yet. You were still happy, though, so it was okay. Then he did
something scary, Mommy. He hit you. I could feel you fall backward, and
your hands flying up to protect me. I was okay... but I was very sad
for you. You were crying then, Mommy. That's a sound I don't like. It
doesn't make me feel good. It made me cry, too. He said sorry after,
and he hugged you again. You forgave him, Mommy, but I'm not sure if I
do. It wasn't right. You say he loves you... why would he hurt you? I
don't like it, Mommy.



Finally, you can see me! Your stomach is a little bit bigger, and
you're so proud of me! You went out with your mommy to buy new clothes,
and you were so so so happy. You sing to me, too. You have the most
beautiful voice in the whole wide world. When you sing is when I'm
happiest. And you talk to me, and I feel safe. So safe. You just wait
and see, Mommy. When I am born I will be perfect just for you. I will
make you proud, and I will love you with all of my heart.



I can move my hands and feet now, Mommy. I do it because you put your
hands on your belly to feel me, and I giggle. You giggle, too. I love
you, Mommy.



Daddy came to see you today, Mommy. I got really scared. He was acting
funny and he wasn't talking right. He said he didn't want you. I don't
know why, but that's what he said. And he hit you again. I got angry,
Mommy. When I grow up I promise I won't let you get hurt! I promise to
protect you. Daddy is bad. I don't care if you think that he is a good
person, I think he's bad. But he hit you, and he said he didn't want
us. He doesn't like me. Why doesn't he like me, Mommy?



You didn't talk to me tonight, Mommy. Is everything okay?



It's been three days since you saw Daddy. You haven't talked to me or
touched me or anything since that. Don't you still love me, Mommy? I
still love you. I think you feel sad. The only time I feel you is when
you sleep. You sleep funny, kind of curled up on your side. And you hug
me with your arms, and I feel safe and warm again. Why don't you do
that when you're awake, any more?



I'm 21 weeks old today, Mommy. Aren't you proud of me? We're going
somewhere today, and it's somewhere new. I'm excited. It looks like a
hospital, too. I want to be a doctor when I grow up, Mommy. Did I tell
you that? I hope you're as excited as I am. I can't wait.



...Mommy, I'm getting scared. Your heart is still beating, but I don't
know what you are thinking. The doctor is talking to you. I think
something's going to happen soon. I'm really, really, really scared,
Mommy. Please tell me you love me. Then I will feel safe again. I love
you!



Mommy, what are they doing to me!? It hurts! Please make them stop! It
feels bad! Please, Mommy, please please help me! Make them stop!



Don't worry Mommy, I'm safe. I'm in heaven with the angels now. They
told me what you did, and they said it's called an abortion.



Why, Mommy? Why did you do it? Don't you love me any more? Why did you
get rid of me? I'm really, really, really sorry if I did something
wrong, Mommy. I love you, Mommy! I love you with all of my heart. Why
don't you love me? What did I do to deserve what they did to me? I want
to live, Mommy! Please! It really, really hurts to see you not care
about me, and not talk to me. Didn't I love you enough? Please say
you'll keep me, Mommy! I want to live smile and watch the clouds and
see your face and grow up and be a doctor. I don't want to be here, I
want you to love me again! I'm really really really sorry if I did
something wrong. I love you!





I love you, Mommy.



Every abortion is just…



One more heart that was stopped.

Two more eyes that will never see.

Two more hands that will never touch.

Two more legs that will never run.

One more mouth that will never speak.



If you’re against abortion, reblog.

Johnny English, you're the best!

Today, i watched the film Johnny English: Reborn!!!

Yes! it's hilarious! Just the trailer, i can laugh 'till my cheek cramped! Hahaha! Imagine the film itself! Really, it is a MUST-WATCH film!
FYI, the film is about a man, well, Johnny English of course! He was Sir Johnny English, but after the incident in Mozambique, he was dismissed from his spy career, the MI7 spying company. However, He was wanted back to the team after several years. Due to some sort of case that had to be solve only by Johnny English, he returned to England. The main plot in this story was the assassination of the Chinese Premiere, Xiang Ping. Johnny English had to find out this plot and stopped it. The whole investigating scene and the fighting scene were very funny! Johnny English even showed his stupidity and carelessness, but after some Johnny-English-luck, he finally caught (well, actually is bombed!) the criminal mastermind. Overall, it was a good film. I love to see Mr. Atkinson putting so much effort in trying to entertain the people, not neglecting putting an awesome show. Go, watch it! I will affirm you that you will most certainly laugh! Well, get prepare to laugh. Get your mood right, laugh it out! (don't worry, nobody will see you, 'cause everyone would be laughing! ><) If your mood is down, go and watch too! It will cheer you up and you will have a super wide smile on your face when you walk out of the cinema. You won't regret it! (i mean, paying the price)

Talking about the price, guess i used how much to get in and watch the film? RM 0.00! Hahaha! Don't believe it? Well, i got the ticket with me... (need to find some scanner to scan it in!) NO i am not entering illegally! i got the ticket for free... just by doing some lip-sing! Ha! Yes! i deed some lip-singing thingy in Bethany Chapel's Teen Scene Fest 2011 (how i met my father)!
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=154682397940892

Very awesome event which included nice worship singing, a guest singer named Liang (M'sian artist), inspiring sketch and touching message from the speaker! But the best of all is that i had earned myself (thanks to kavi and adrian, that naught naught brothers!) a pair of FREE ticket to watch any film from August to October. So try guessing my choice of film? Bingo! It's Johnny English: Reborn! And i love it! Thank you Teen Scene Fest 2011! Thank you friends! Thank you Lord!!! I had a great Saturday, and honestly, i just hope i can watch Johnny English for the second time! Teehee! XD

Love, Bread & Dream

Yesterday was the last episode for the Korean drama, Bakery King Kim Tak Gu (Love,Bread & Dream) =(

It was an awesome drama because the story line is about family. Lesser about love (which many others were about love, so boring~~ ), but it is more about family relationships, the effect of hatred and the good sides of forgiving. 

The drama is about a guy who had a talent in sensing smell who faced the hardships to find his long lost mother (14 years of separation, ouch!). To me, I concluded the theme as determination and a forgiving heart.

Although the drama have 30 episode but the rating was very impressive.The first episode premier on 9 June 2010 and ranked number 6 but the other episode mostly ranked number 1.The drama also won many award in KBS Drama Award last December.For more info about the drama visit this website.

I was interested at the characteristic hero (Tak Gu) because he was very courageous in facing his life. I like a quote in drama that says "Kindness can make someone's heart moved". Tak Gu was a happy-go-lucky person. Even when he was in trouble, but he kept smiling and moved on. His quote, "I keep on smiling, because i know that life has to move on; though there are hardships, but they will pass too, and that includes the moment of happiness."  was touching!! (at least to Ma Jun, his enemy who became his friend!)

As i said, the drama was more to family matter than to love. I treasured the scene when Tak Gu and Ma Jun became friends. This had proven that nasty Mr. Han was wrong; that anything could be share as long as one is willing to. Hatred and unforgiving were also the prominence source of all the other troubles and sadness.

Well, not mentioning that i love those scenes when they made bread. Those bakers were so professional (well, acting very real) and very yeng! And those white dough that rose in the oven looked so tasty! Oh i do wish i could grab hold on one of his rice-bread! Hehe.

looks very delicious! awesomely yummy!!! ><

The OST also very soothing too. Try listening to it. You can download them here. 
Share your thought about this drama with me! =]

 

my 6M angels !

SYT: 五年前，我們有<永遠的畫面>； 五年後，我們有了 <;那些年>; 。不同的歌，不同的曲調, 但兩首歌卻讓我想起了當年，想起了你們。我不相信友誼萬歲，更不相信天長地久，但只要我們望著同樣的月亮，呼吸著同樣的空氣，我相信，我們的心還是，一點一滴地系在一起。

LWL:  ♥    :) 

teacher Heng: 哇，五年了，好快呀！当年初生之犊长大了，要进入另一阶段了。好期待你们的好消息。好好在最后的这两个月冲刺，拚出好成绩。 

ky: 兩首都是我最愛的歌♥ 哈哈。。我現在很想給你一個大大的擁抱

eugene n jacky: y suddenly so emo? haha i beliv too. ==.. 

adison: 毕业后， 我发觉我已慢慢地爱上夜空。。 因为只要望着它， 思念的泪水就不会滑落下来。。。

To all my friends, i hope we will meet in the Reunion 2011 in December. Please, do make an effort to come, 'cause we will never know if we will ever meet again. All i asked for is for time to stop, but that is mere impossible, but... would it be possible that we slow time down... with our memories and friendships? 

i am telling you, i found this guy freaking funny! i don't know if he is gifted of he just has got super memory to memorise his joke lines! hahah! enjoy people! good day! =)

Cough! ... argh...sick!

"Cough! Cough! Cough!" Oh gosh! I sounded awful. 

I had this terrible sore throat since Friday night. I thought it was like the usual flu sore that  I could handle of easily. Who knows they worsen as time pass by. 

''I can't be attending my friend's raya party like this!" 

So, I prayed to God that He would heal me. Well, I really did not want to miss that party for she had postponed her original party just for her senior-bro! (that's me) And  the last thing for me to have was a virus. Thank God I was slightly recovered as day called for the day. You know, not coughing that frequent and being more energized was all I could ask for! 

We had an awesome time and it was, of course, another unforgettable raya party! We played some firecrackers that I bought since Chinese New Year and had a delicious dinner! But my illness regained control as Sunday morning arrived. Actually, I could not sleep since 5am as iIwas coughing non-stop. You know, you can't just sleep with your head and body shaking up and down all the time, and your throat hurt like hell! It was burning and very painful indeed! 

And the worst part was that my chinese medicine (I called it pi pa gao) was finished!!! Oh no! My cooling-sore-throat medicine. the only thing I could rely on to be not-so-pain was NO MORE! 

Sigh! So I skipped church that morning. I just did not want to get my sickness everywhere, spreading them to everyone. You would not want it too, do you? 

But I was so comforted at Sunday night (just now), my church youth advisor and his wife (who were as sick as I was) came by my house and gave me the greatest comfort. Before they came, I was complaining at facebook about this dumb virus I had. I don't know about you, but to me, this sore throat thingy was the beginning of chains of sickness; from fever to headache, it was just awful! That was why i was so concerned about this sore throat! 

Okay, where was I? Oh yes! tTey came, and sent me BARLI JUICE! Well, in Malaysia, for Chinese, if you got sore throat, the best liquid to drink is BARLI! So nice! How thoughtful there were! Oh thank you God for this deliverance... or some thing more like a man-mail from God, saying 

 "hey you, don't worry, I am here to help you go through this sickness, Gambateh!" 

Owh~ So sweet! So comforting! So wonderful! Thank you Lord! Well, that's for now. Have to rest to get rid of this stubborn sore throat. Goodnight people!

911... It was ten years ago

20 minutes to 12am... looks like i was unable to forget what happened in the last ten years. although i was only 7 years old that year, but the chaos and pain in that horrible incident continued to linger in my mind. i found an article that i wished to share. an amazing article about the incident 911. enjoy~ **

KUALA LUMPUR - Ten years have gone by but for Malaysian-born Alan Ong See Inn, the nightmare of 9/11 lingers. He was among those fortunate enough to escape just before the Twin Towers in down town Manhattan, New York came crashing down. "I have only gone back to Ground Zero a couple of times. I don't want to be reminded of the horrible nightmare where almost 3,000 people lost their lives and where I could easily have been a victim," said Ong, 65, a bank vice-president. "It's too painful," he added. Ong was vice-president of the Overseas Union Bank that had its offices on the 39th floor of the World Trade Center's (WTC) North Tower. Ong's memory of that fateful day is still vivid. "It was a beautiful day. As I walked to the revolving door at the foyer of the WTC at 8.45 that morning, there was a nice breeze and I decided to turn back and sit on one of the benches near the fountain. "It was something I had not done before but it was that simple action that saved me. "Normally, there would be lots of people here but on that day I was alone and I was looking to the Century 21 Tower with my back to the WTC. "I heard the roar of a plane engine. It was not exceptionally loud but before I could turn there was a loud sound and when I looked up the building was on fire. "Debris of broken glass, metal and all sorts of material rained down near where I was. "I held my briefcase over my head and ran as fast as I could in the direction of Century 21 Tower." At that time, he did not think it was a terrorist attack. But 17 minutes later, a second plane slammed into 2WTC (South Tower) and he knew it was not an accident but a terrorist attack. He just continued running towards Chinatown. Incidentally, Ong was there during the first terrorist attack on the WTC on Feb 26, 1993, when six people were killed after a car bomb was detonated in the basement carpark. To this day Ong, who lives in New Jersey, has the soft briefcase that he credits to probably saving his life. "The briefcase has seen better times. There is a deep scratch mark on it that reminds me of the shield it was when a piece of window glass fell. "I was holding the bag over my head when I ran for my life. "I still use this briefcase which I cherish very much because you never can tell what will fall when you are walking in Manhattan," he joked. One of the lessons he learnt was never to live or work in the higher floors of buildings. His office is now on the lower floors. "After 9/11, I told my children (Ong has two daughters) not to live or work on higher floors, no matter how beautiful the scenery is. "History has taught us that in the event of a disaster, those on the higher floors do not stand a chance," he said. ** thank you. dreamssoon =)

a whole new start!

i guess... this is a whole new beginning. i abandoned blog for quite awhile. maybe because it were the lack of time. anyway, i'm back. that what's matter, right? forgive me if my blog isn't that interesting as others. treat my blog as you treat a novice; a new born baby who need whole lots of guidance and considerations. so... this is my very first, personal post then. what should i say? oh i know. i just realized, that time passed by so quickly. in fact, a bit too quick. i hope it would just slow down, even a little is alright. but that is just man's silly imagination, right? hahaha. anyway, i'll try my best to blog. you know, exams are around the corner, and i don't want to get too hook up with blogs. see ya people!