I remember Wei Wey telling me how she felt:
“….I have a pile of books to study, and on top of all my books, I have my Bible.”

We all have experienced periods in our life where reading our Bibles becomes so boring and dry and a struggle and and and… and how we try and try not to give up.

At times we do give up. We know we should not. But it just seems too pointless.

At times we think back of how we were once so on fire for God and His word. We ask ourselves where that passion has gone to.

Or many a time, we promise God something but fail to live up to it. We become so afraid to make anymore promises with Him. Or commitments.

The downfall of humankind.

We fail to find God in the midst of a daze. In the midst of boredom.
We fail to sustain that passion we once had.
We live to fail.

But yet, we all need to be optimistic. It is self-motivation that we pick ourselves up once again. Again. Again. And again. Although God may prompt us, it is still by our own incitive that we draw back to Him.

The downfall of humankind may be an excuse for us not drawing back to God. But God could also have an excuse of not calling us His children. Yet, He still chose to call us one of His own.

Our quiet time does not only include reading His word, but also, noting that He is present in every little thing around us and enjoying His presence in His wonderful works with thanksgiving.

“We may fail to live up our promises. It is not so much of the end product, but the process of living it. Though we still need to be responsible over every promise.” I echo Runa.



If someone from the opposite sex tells you:

“I miss you.”

“I love you.”

“I’ll think about you.”

“I’ll see you in my dreams.”

” *hugs* ”

Your parents would probably mind that, if they heard it.

I wouldn’t. But, depending on the closeness and of course, when you know the person well enough, you’ll know what it means.

It’s scary to hear some stranger saying that, right?

It’s nice to know that someone loves you when you go to sleep at night. Not just been loved by my girl friends, but also my gay guy friends. Hahha

All Star United: You You You (Yeah Yeah Yeah)

Out of the atmosphere, into the stratosphere
Over the milky way, into the new frontier
You take me to a place I’ve never been before
You turn my everyday into the evermore
All you do makes me feel alive
Like I’m flying through
Starry skies, multiplied over and over again, a million times
You you you yeah yeah yeah
This is turning into the best day that I’ve had
Love is a limousine, Love
is a trampoline
Love is a key to the club
on the mezzanine
You make me feel in ways I’ve never felt before
I wanna be with you now and forevermore
Only you make me feel alive
Feels like something new
Starry-eyed, worlds collide, over and over again, everytime
Into the ocean
Over the edge again
Into the atmosphere
Out where dreams begin

Have been listening to:

Desperation Band: Who You Are
All Star United: Love and Radiation

All I want…

…is to be with YOU.


YOU = Two different people…
I really MISS
I wanna hang out with…




until my mind just can’t stop thinking of YOU.




F A M I L Y !

During the Raya break, my uncle, his kids and maid came down to Kluang to visit my granny (his wife – overseas). My uncle is my daddy’s little brother, in other words, my uncle is the youngest.


Yeah. So anyway, my cousins are so cute! Haha.

There’s Samuel, 11 years old,

Sarah, 9 years old,

and Shaun, 4 years old.


Shaun’s the cutest (of course) and also the most mischievous. Mainly because he’s a boy and he was brought up by his maid. The other two was brought up by their granny (mum’s side). I can say that Shaun is sorta spoiled and wild. Not good leh. Oh well.

Some shots of them!


Granny, Shaun (see that wide grin??), Sarah



Samuel, Sarah, Shaun


Shaun posting =P


Daddy trying to talk SOME SENSE to him,

but he just smiles without answering daddy and smiles at the camera…


Sarah and Shaun in bed


Heeee… that lil’ lion of Shaun’s


Evening time, just opposite granny’s house


Playing ball! Trying to get the ball…


Being amused and amazed =)

Cause he can’t dribble the ball yet.


Ah. Wonderful to have kids around right?


Yes, it is!

I use to not like the idea of having kids of my own, getting married… especially getting pregnant. Well, now I think different. And I thank God for that!

I’m beginning to see the wonderful gift God has given. The wonderful responsibility of being a parent, raising a family. Getting married.


Imagine holding their small little hands, walking with them around the housing garden. Playing with them. Feeding them: “Ahhhh… open your mouth…” and praising them: “Good boy/girl!” and then looking at their broad smile on their face! Being proud of what they have acheived.

Or even, the thought of teaching them to grow up in the ways of the Lord, teaching then how to communicate, speak, walk…

As parents, it is so important, so essential to teach them manners!

Shaun isn’t used to saying ‘please’ or ‘thank you’. I knew that and each time he wanted to see his photo in the camera, I would ask him to say: “Please, can I see the photo?” I repeated those words slowly, two by two. And he followed in a soft, gentle voice. So cute!

Imagine doing that to your own child. Wow. It’s so ahhh! Nice! Teaching them to be someone good and well-mannered.

Somehow, everything I see in a kid brings me to a higher level of appreciating God’s creation. And how fortunate I am to be brought up by good and loving parents!


During lunch with daddy that day, I just said that I would want to have three children, or four, depending on affordability (hahha). Two boys, one girl or two boys or two girls. More boys also can lah =P

And daddy replied, “Why do you think of such things? So far ahead..”

I laughed. Remembering that daddy is a typical guy.

I told him, “I realise that each time I tell this to a guy, they will not respond or they will be like ‘huh, whatever’. But when I tell this to a girl, they will join the conversation and tell me how many kids they want too… why ah?”

He laughed.

After 4 hours, daddy said that it’s because girls have a mother’s heart.



Mummy told me that day, that it is good to keep my eyes open to observe the different ways children are brought up. Take the good points and remember them, correct the bad points. Then next time I would know how to bring up my children well. Good idea right?


Hm. Mummy asked me to read this book ‘Letters To Karen’. Daddy gave it to her way back then. It’s about keeping love in marriage. The author, Charlie W. Shedd writes in form of letters to his daughther, Karen who just got married. A few weeks before she was married, she said to her daddy, “I’d like you to tell me how I can keep him loving me forever!” And this was one of the reasons why he wrote this book.

This book is lovely. Simple, short, sweet. It got me into a glimpse of how marriage is, how it should be. How both partners play an important role as a married couple.

I’ve always thought that living together after marriage is easy. It’s not that easy now! Imagine, all your habits, he’ll have to bear with, or even you’ve to be corrected. The way both sometimes does things differently.. simple things which wouldn’t be noted in courtship.

Haha. So to avoid yourself from being the irritating one, don’t start having weird habits! (That’s from me =P)

It also touches on sex, when and how to approach it… And of course, the right view of sex… like:

“Sex is a God-ordanied means of assuring your partner that he is the most important person in the world right here, right now.”

I bet everyone knows how a mother is and how a father is.. Mummy goes talking a lot.. hahha. The writter gave me insights of guys, MEN. And their pride… how we, women can bring them up to their best levels. How to control our mouth and be the best wife a husband could have. Not just in speech of course. But that is one of the most affecting thing that brings a husband down: their wives’ words.

Okay, enough of that! There’s just too much to tell. Reading it yourself would be better =P If interested, just nudge me =)

Marriage and living together may be hard, but it’s an interesting challenge! A challenge with someone you love!



If you keep going this day all the love your hearts can produce, then tomorow will keep giving you a larger and greater love. (Charlie W. Shedd)

Having these lovely thoughts on family also brings me to a deeper understanding of relationships, and of course my parent’s relationships. It makes me acknowledge my responsibility as a child… after all, I would want my child to be the best too (in obedience, honour, and acts).

Yes, I thank God for my daddy =)

At a lot of times I feel that he has a father’s heart. His love for children, his love and compassion for children who come from poor backgrounds, his care for his students, and his love for the Vietnamese – a people from a foreign land within our midst, their foreign land.


Seventeen years of living has maybe made me wiser, but not smarter.

Okay, some simple truth about me… which I just have been taking notice of lately.

I need to stay home more now, because I know I’m not smart. If I go out with friends of my age, they’ll probably do much better than me. Even if they go out.

And I get like “high” after going out, which perfectly makes a “no mood” environment for me to sit down and study. Okay, I’ve been promising myself like since Form 1 that I’ll study when I get home, or replace my studying hours some other time.

Oh yeah. Like when did that ever happen??!


Another reason why I should stay home more, makes me so damn bored until I just eventually force myself to study. Anyway, I take longer hours to get things into my head (scalp too thick, don’t use Sunsilk).

A good example would be doing self test. Argh! I tell you.

I took a whole morning reading it and I still failed! I’ve never passed any self tests before… and I was like desperate to pass.. since it was my third one, before Lifepac test.

Oh yah, a side discovery, never trust “smart” people when it comes to asking how prepared they are! Haha. It’s always so deceiving.

Pek Ying: I haven’t read Chapter 2 yet leh!

Me: Me too!

Pris: I didn’t read Chapter 3!

Wan Jen: I just read here and there…

Yeah. RIGHT. And they all passed except me. Humph!

Back to topic, I think it’s obvious that I take 10 hours to get ABCD and 1 hour for them to get ABCD and E. That’s why I need to stay home more!

Double, triple, ‘fourthple’ ISHness.

I’m not complaining here lah.. but I just get so “argh” and “ish” and “blah” when I have to accept the fact that I’m just slow! I get so irritated with myself sometimes when I JUST CAN’T GET IT.


Okay, time for photos. Photos of our last day of Mr Chua’s BM tuition. I’m gonna miss his teaching! His jokes! His habits! After four years there… *sobs*

This is candid!

Yenn, Wee Yin, Me, Mong Chieh acting HARDWORKING! =P


Mr Chua teaching…


Wee Yin, Yenn, Me!


Me, Mong Chieh


Paying their debts…


Where we sit, the first four chairs.

We left HISTORY there =)


Top Students (Tay YZ say one. Haha.)

Wee Yin, Yenn, Me, Mong Chieh, Tay YZ, (STK guy), Rebecca Sio



Form 5 : It’s like everything is our LAST!


Take this Quiz, by Max Lucado

Name the ten wealthiest men in the world.

Name the last ten Heisman trophy winners.

Name the last ten winners of the Miss America contest.

Name eight people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer prize.

How about the last ten Academy Award winners for best picture or the last decade’s worth of World Series winners?

How did you do? I didn’t do well either.
With the exception of you trivia hounds, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday too well. Surprising how quickly we forget, isn’t it? And what I’ve mentioned above are no second-rate achievements. These are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.

Here’s another quiz. See how you do on this one.

Think of three people you enjoy spending time with.
Jeanette, Gideon, Catherine

Name ten people who have taught you something worthwhile.
Jeanette, Gideon, Catherine, Soong, Jit, Yosh, Korkor, Pek Ying, Pris, Paulus

Name five friends who have helped you in a difficult time.
Soong, Gideon, Catherine, Jit, Yosh

List a few teachers who have aided your journey through school.
Mr Puran, Mr Wong, Puan Suhaili, Miss Low

Name half-a-dozen heroes whose stories have inspired you.

(that’s too many!)


It was for me, too.

The lesson?

The people who make a difference are not the ones with the credentials, but the ones with the concern.

From And the Angels Were Silent
Copyright 1992, Max Lucado

Preparing for Sabbath

I remember Yosh mentioning about preparing for Sabbath. That didn’t really make sense to me, but now it does.

Not only do we prepare our hearts meeting with God together with other believers and fellowshipping. But we also need to be responsible citizens of God’s Kingdom to prepare our physical state. For example, having sufficient sleep.

If I know that if I sleep at 2 am and wake up at 7.45 am for church, I would probably fall asleep during service. Imagine, falling asleep when the most High God wants to speak to you?

If I have an appointment with the Agung, I probably wouldn’t want myself to be seen falling asleep when he speaks. If he ever does see me falling asleep, he would be so frustrated and disappointed!

It’s the same with God, what more a God who reigns over all Agung, King of Kings! I’m sure He would feel sad when He sees us falling asleep.

Isn’t that a shame?

Not even being able to handle such a small thing like sleeping early?

And, during those olden days, everyone (including kids) wear formal clothes to church, put on their ‘Sunday best’. Or say, that is what I’ve read and seen… Hahha. But now, not everyone does that right?

Probably in year 2020, everyone would be wearing a singlet, shorts and Japanese slippers. Hah!

Anyway, Is there a need to put on our Sunday best? To enter His house with respect? After all, we’re worshiping God… But even if we wear our Sunday best, what matters most is our hearts. If that’s so, then nothing is wrong with my vision of year 2020?

Oh yah. Benefit of being a guy: They don’t usually get raped, at least, not frequent here in Malaysia.

Ish! Imagine a guy being raped. That’s so weird.

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