This is when it all comes to an end...

Hmmm, ok. Maybe my title DOES sound abit dramatic. But anyway, I went to Ipoh on Sunday and then to Penang on Monday and on Tuesday, went back to Ipoh and then KL. *Phew*. Been travelling alot. And I think starting from tomorrow onwards I'm going to lock myself in my room to study. I've wasted more than 1 week of the holidays and I have to start studying. Finals is next month! *gasp*

Oh well, I just bought the DVD of High school musical 2! *Childish, I know* But somehow I don't know why I really like High school Musical. XD. Will update my blog later. Tatas!

What would YOU do?

I was reading "Dear Thelma" in the star newspaper and I came across this article where this guy was pressured by his mother and his aunt to get married and have kids. But there was one problem. He's gay. Yup. And he doesn't have the heart to tell his loved ones that he's gay. But at the same time, he feels pressured by his mom's desire for him to get married, and he wants to tell her the truth.

As I read through his dillema I could practically imagine how devastated his mother would be if she found out that he's gay. And I was wondering how my parents would react if I'm gay..or even my brother. So I decided to ask them.

1st I asked my mom, and after she heard the question she laughed. And then she stopped for a while and said, "Are you gay?"

LOL! I was laughing like mad. *Just to keep the record straight. I'm NOT gay!* LOL. So yeah, my mom said, she wouldn't know what to do. Then I asked my dad and he did the same are-you-gay reaction like my mom did. And when I asked him if he'll still accept me, he said yes.

I guess it's kind of hard. I don't think these people chose to be gay. And their parents will always wonder what they did wrong in raising up their children. Honestly, if it happened to my child I wouldn't know what to do.

What would YOU do? Would you try to change him/her or would you accept for who they are?

Freedom!!

*blow*..hmm, a lil' dusty. *Looks around*. Shen! I don't see any cobwebs here. Just a lil' bit of dust thats all. See? All clean now. XD


Sorry lar..I've been having trials. Today's the last day! Yay!! Freedom!! Now my to-do-list :

party
party
party
shopping
shopping
watch movies
shopping
watch more movies
shopping
shopping
chat
chat
chat
chat
watch movies
shopping
makan ;)

Haha, yea. Pretty much the same thing. Oh well, I've got 2 weeks holiday now. After that Finals *gasp*!

One week party one week study. LOL. Just kidding lar. I don't go party. No one host one for me. Or maybe no one invites me *gasp!*

Haha nah, I'm not that desperate to go parties. Anyway, other stuffs in my to-do-list include >>>> driving test. Ahhhhhh!!!!!!! Man, all my friends passed their driving test and now most of them are driving around already. And what about me? I failed! And now I've got to retake. Blah, I hate the driving test. I dread it. I don't even want to drive. Get me a driver to drive me around lar. LOL.

*Sigh* I've got to get over with it anyway. I just really hope I'll pass this time. I'M NOT GONNA BRIBE. At all! Not gonna give those people the satisfaction of getting my money!! LOL.


Anyways, guess what? I'VE GOT A LAPTOP! Weeeeeeeeeee!! It's Dell. 14 inch. I think. I'm using it now! Pretty cool. I'm gonna get a router in my house so I'll have wireless internet. XD. No more fighting with my bro over the internet then. Haha.

Oh well. Will update more later. Tataz!

"Trash"

I was reading Next Door Savior by Max Lucado. He's a great writer. Just want to quote a story from the book here:

(pg 44) The woman flops down on the bench and drops a trash bag between her feet. With elbows on knees and cheeks in hands, she stars at the sidewalk. Everything aches. Back. Leg. Neck. Her shoulder is stiff and her hands raw. All because of the sack.
.............
Her memories of life without the trash are fuzzy. As a child maybe? Her back was straighter, her walk quicker...or was it a dream? She doesn't know for sure.
............
She never looks at her trash. Early on she did. But what she saw repulsed her, so she's kept the sack closed ever since. What else can she do? Give it to someone? All have their own.
.............
Here comes an old man, face ravined with wrinkles. His trash sack is so long it hits the back of his legs as he walks. He glances at the woman and tries to smile.

What weight would he be carrying?she wonders as he passes. "Regrets." She turns to see who spoke. Beside her on the bench sits a man. Tall, with angular cheeks and bright, kind eyes. Like hers, his jeans are mud-stained. Unlike hers, his shoulders are straight. He wears a T-shirt and baseball cap. She looks around for his trash but doesn't see it. Strange. Everyone else is loaded down with trash. Why isn't he? What's his secret?

Forgetting her own troubles for a moment, the woman stares at the stranger beside her on the bench. "What do you mean, 'regrets'?" she asks him. He watches the old man trudge away with his bag as he explains, "As a young father, he worked many hours and neglected his family. His children don't love him. His sack is full-full of regrets."

She doesn't respond. And when she doesn't, he does. "And yours?"

"Mine?"she asks, looking at him...and carefully not looking at the bulging sack between her feet.

"Shame." His voice is gentle, compassionate. She still doesn't speak, but neither does she turn away. "Too many hours in the wrong places, with the wrong people. Last year. Last night...shame."

She stiffens, steeling herself against the scorn she has learned to expect. As if she needed more shame. Stop him. But now? She awaits his judgment. But it never comes. His voice is warm and his question honest : "Will you give me your trash?"

Her head draws back. What can he mean? "Give it to me. Tomorrow. At the landfill. Will you bring it?" He rubs a moist smudge from her cheek with his thumb and stands. "Friday. The landfill."
.............

It is Friday. For a time she stands, thinking. First wondering what he meant, then if he really meant it. She sighs. With hope just barely outweighing hopelessness, she turns toward the edge of town. Others are walking in the same direction.

..............

The landfill is tall with trash-papers and broken brooms and old beds and rusty cars. By the time they reach the hill, the line to the top is long. Hundreds walk ahead of them. All wait in silence, stunned by what they hear-a scream, a pain-pierced roar that hangs in the air for moments, interrupted only by a groan. Then the scream again.

His.

As they draw nearer, they know why. He kneels before each person who comes, gesturing toward the sack, offering a request, then a prayer. "May I have it? And may you never feel it again." Then he bows his head and lifts the sack, emptying its contents upon himself. The selfishness of the glutton, the bitterness of the angry, the possessiveness of the insecure. He feels what they felt. It is as if he'd lied or cheated or cursed his Maker.

Upon her turn, the woman pauses. Hesitates. His eyes compel her to step forward. He reaches for her trash and takes it from her. "You can't live with this," he explains. "You weren't made to." With head down, he empties her shame upon his shoulders. Then looking toward the heavens with tear-flooded eyes, he screams, "I'm sorry!"

"But you did nothing!" she cries. Still, he sobs as she sobbed into her pillow a hundred nights. That's when she realizes that his cry is hers. Her shame his. With her thumb she touches his cheek, and for the first step in a long nighttime, she has no trash to carry.

With the others the woman stands at the base of the hill and watches as the selfless stranger is burried under a mound of misery. For some time he moans. Then nothing. Just silence.
..................
They almost miss the moment. It is the young girl who sees it. The girl with the rage. She doesn't trust her eyes at first, but when looks again, she knows.

Her words are soft, intended for no one. "He's standing." Then aloud, for her friend, "He's standing." And louder for all, "He's standing!"
She turns;all turn. They see him silhouetted against a golden sun. Standing. Indeed.

This story brought me goosebumps. It just reflects Jesus and all He has done for us. At the cross, Jesus paid the price for our sins. He took on the sins of the world on His shoulder and died. But the most wonderful thing that could happen was when that in the end, He was "standing." Jesus died but He also rose from the dead. And that's just really awesome.

The best part was this : As if she needed more shame. Stop him. But now? She awaits his judgement. But it never comes. God knows every sin we've commited, every bad thing we did, every weakness in us. But the best part is. He doesn't judge us. He accepts us for who we are and for what we have done.

And this "trash" doesn't necessary mean sin. It could simply be something that keeps us away from God or our loved ones or a burden that slows us down. Like a sinful habit we don't want to give up, or a fantasy we cling on to, or a revenge we still hold on to.

Basically, God is asking for your "trash". He wants it. He wants to get rid of it, to set us free from burdens. But in the end, it's just up to us. Are we willing to give Him our "trash"? Take out your "trash" today, and let's count on Him to get rid of it.

*Oh and btw, all the ".............. " means that there're more sentences. Had to cut the story short or else no one will read this post. *

My Birthday 2007

Hey peeps! It's time I blog about my birthday =) 1st, celebrated my birthday with my family, cousins, aunt and my 2 lovely nieces (Sherilyn and Alycia) on 14/7 (Saturday). Nothing special, just went out for dinner, bought a cake and celebrated in my aunt's apartment. Really made the two little girls happy(especially Sherilyn).

Here we are buying the cake from Secret Recipe. Look at Sherilyn. She looks so excited.

There's my cake. Chocolate. Yum =)

There's me and my cake. Peace!

"We are family..." There's my cousin with his wife and his 2 lovely babies, my mom, dad, aunt and cousin from Taiwan. One person missing though. My brother. I think he had something to do at home or something. Can't remember >.<

Sherilyn was so excited to cut the cake that we decided to cut it...together. Look how excited she is.

After all the excitement, here's Sherilyn eating the cake. She really enjoyed it. When she was eating, we talked to her and all she said was ,"Mmm...Mmm..." Haha. Too busy eating till she didn't even bother answering us. Haha. Cute lar she.

As my birthday was on a week day (Wednesday), I was torn between going to watch transformers (which I watched yesterday btw. It was so cool!), having a nice dinner in a nice restaurant and going to MPO. In the end, I decided to go to Hilton Hotel next to KL Central to eat Japanese food. The food was soo good.

Bon Apetite! Here I am with my food =) I know it's alot. But hey, it's my birthday! Let me enjoy my food and grow fat for just one day! Haha. Let me introduce to you, Una Jyu (aka eel with rice), California roll and Ebi Tempura (aka prawn tempura). The Ebi Tempura was sooooo good. Seriously. Recommended. And I expected the eel to be really small, but there were like 4 long strips of eel.


There's the eel with the rice. Was eating half of the 1st eel when I realised I forgotten to take a picture of the Una Jyu. Oops. XD

My aunt and me.

Tada! The birthday cake. Also from Secret Recipe. Haha, I was sitting talking to my family when suddenly I heard this group of people singing "Happy Birthday". And the 1st thought that came to my mind was, "Ooo, someone here is also celebrating his/her birthday." Actually, it was the waiters and waitresses singing Happy Birthday to me as they brought the cake. Haha. Shocked me for a while.

There. Nothing better than celebrating my birthday with my family =) Really had fun and enjoyed my dinner. I think I practically put on 5kg the next day (LOL, just kidding). But oh well, it was worth it ;) Thanks mom and dad!

Wang Lee Hom's newest album =)

I got it! I got it! I can't believe it! LOL. I was in college today and sitting next to me was Wei Tse and Su Lyn. And they were being very secretive since this morning ;) As we were getting ready to go for our break, Wei Tse suddenly took out a T-shirt and a black plastic bag and both Wei Tse and Su Lyn said, "Happy belated birthday!"

I was touched, cuz I didn't expect anything from them. And at 1st I was kinda blur. Ok...fine. I was very blur. I was sort of staring at the black plastic bag and suddenly I realised the front said Victoria Music Centre. And I was wondering, music centre? Putting my hand into the plastic bag, I slowly pulled out a CD and saw this :

WANG LEE HOM'S NEWEST CD ALBUM!!

You should've seen me...and the faces of the people around me. LOL. The moment I saw Wang Lee Hom's CD I practically screamed and my other classmates started staring at me. Haha.

THANKS SO MUCH WEI TSE AND SU LYN!!!! I LOVE IT!!!

And the T-shirt, came together with the CD. And guess wat's behind the T-shirt...

Yup..you've guessed it. It was Wang Lee Hom. Gosh he's cute =)

Other pics from the album :

*Heart melts* He's just so cool! He plays er-hu, violin, piano and the electric guitar. Don't know what else he plays. Plus, he's so cute!! XD

Was browsing through the Christchurch photos in my folder and I saw this.

Totally forgotten bout it =) . Took this outside Richard's church in NZ. Mama Jo. Cool rite? Haha when I was taking this picture, the owner of the car came and she was like, "Yup, that's me."

It's one week after my birthday and Richard's asking me how come I didn't blog about my birthday. Haha I'll blog about it soon because now the pictures are in my dad's laptop. So kind of lazy to get them.

Take care guys. I'll be staring at Wang Lee Hom's picture while listening to his new songs XD Bye!

Taylors College Musical Night 2007 & The power of prayer

Quote from my previous post dated 19th July : "Will blog more about it tomorrow." Now is 22nd of July. LOL my "tomorrow" = 3 days.

Sorry yea. Was busy preparing for Taylors College Musical Night 2007 which was last night. And also busy doing my moral project = "The Ten Gurus of Sikhism" :P I'm a last minuter. Haha.

So yea, last night was musical night and it was pretty fun. The string esemble did a great job (*Wohoo!!*). After that pretty much enjoyed the rest of the night with friends XD It was so much fun. There was alot of performances. Seriously ALOT. There was performances by the string esemble, by a rock band called The Dawn, a jazz band called The Awakening Emotion (the guy playing the saxophone was so good and he only started playing 2 years ago)...


*Takes deep breath*

There was hip hop dancing, solo singing (A girl sang Hero by Mariah Carey. She was awesome. I wish I could sing like her.LOL), a musical called "The Petaling Street Love Story" and so much more. *phew*. There was also a special guest performance by Chan Kwok Fai who was the Astro Talent Quest Winner 2005. He was pretty good. Didn't get to buy his album though :(

And there was this dance performance by a few children from the Rumah Charis. Rumah Charis is a welfare home which provides care for orphans and unprivileged children. The profits from this event will go to them. The kids were dancing to the song

Every move I make I make in You, You make me move, Jesus
Every breath I take I breathe in You...

They were sooooooooooooo cute!!!!

Anyways, was supposed to end at 9.30pm. Ended up finishing at almost 12am. But I didn't stay till that late. Went back at about 11 something and missed the musical "The Petaling Street Love Story". *Sigh* I heard it was really good. Oh well, tomorrow I'll go and hunt for people who recorded it :P

Anyways, on Friday the speaker for CF was Pastor Josephine from... (LOL can't remember where). Haha sorry lar I know I have very bad memory. Anyways, she was speaking about prayer and how important it is. And she told us a story where children were called to come on stage and pray for anything they felt God wanted them to pray about. And some of the children (aged from 7 - 11 years old) started praying for Iraq, for Terengganu, for India and etc. I was really amazed...and awed. I mean, these children are so young and they're already praying for countries like Iraq and India. Wow. Was really challenged to pray not only for my own needs but for the needs of the nation, of the country, of Malaysia.

She also told us another incident about a time when she felt pain in her right ear and she had this feeling that her friend sitting next to her was having this problem. And it was true, her friend was having a pain in his right ear. So pastor Josephine wanted to pray for him and with him but he didn't want to. She prayed for him anyway, just not with him but in her heart. And the next day her friend was amazed that the pain had gone from his right ear and he started asking her about God and the bible. And so he accepted Christ and he started spreading the gospel to his friends too. And it was like, wow. The power of prayer, you know.

Sometimes, I feel we don't have to force the bible into a person. I mean, yea, we have a duty to spread the good news, to tell people about Jesus and all, but sometimes, if we try too hard, we'll end up scaring them away. I guess the most important thing is God's timing. God has His plans for every single one of us. And sooner or later God will bring that person to Him. And when the time comes, He will use His people to touch that person's heart/life. A friend told me that once a group of Christians practically surrounded her and asked her if she wanted to accept Christ. She freaked out. We don't have to put a chain around that lost sheep and pull the sheep back to the herd. Let the Shepherd gently lead the lost sheep back to the herd.

Of course, if I'm wrong, feel free to correct me. After all, I'm not perfect and I'm still learning more and more about God =)

Till then, bye!