Today is the 1st day of SPM...
We'll be praying for Mi Shyuan especially xD...
And also others out there who we do not know...
Chill.. SPM only... Waakakaka...
Be cool and sit for you exam!!!
Monday, November 9, 2009
Lesson of the Day.
A quick peak of yesterday's lesson...
Uncle Chong Ming was the teacher of the day.
Yep, coz most of us were in Wangsa, there were only a few of us left.
But the class must go on...
We had a lesson about Daniel. (Chapter 1)
It's amazing how Daniel as a Jew lived with the Babylonians for so long,
though he was a captive since he was young, he did not and had never forgot about God.
He was there for 60 years [it's said that he remained there until the 1st year of King Cyrus]
Though King Nebuchadnezzar had offered them the food and wine that he serves on his table.(which is definitely be of the best)
Daniel and his 3 friends: Hananiah, Mishael (pronounced as Michelle.. ^^), Azariah restrained themselves from the food that they can't take...as a Jew..
Daniel was really strong in faith asked the guards to give them only vegetables +water for 10 days.
Imagine yourself having to survive with only vege and water, can you do it???
Anywayz, they did so and turned out to be more nourished than those who consumed the royal food.
They were very smart and understood who was taught. Daniel can even interpret dreams.
When presented to the king, they were found to be 10 times better than all the magicians and enchanters in his Kingdom...
Sweet right??? It's the blessings of God.
Lesson of the day:
Be tactful when you wanna ask for a favour from someone you don't quite know or someone who which you have no rights of asking from. Just like what happened to Daniel and the guard, all it takes is some patience and manners. Be polite with what will be said and you'll get what you want in return.
Uncle Chong Ming was the teacher of the day.
Yep, coz most of us were in Wangsa, there were only a few of us left.
But the class must go on...
We had a lesson about Daniel. (Chapter 1)
It's amazing how Daniel as a Jew lived with the Babylonians for so long,
though he was a captive since he was young, he did not and had never forgot about God.
He was there for 60 years [it's said that he remained there until the 1st year of King Cyrus]
Though King Nebuchadnezzar had offered them the food and wine that he serves on his table.(which is definitely be of the best)
Daniel and his 3 friends: Hananiah, Mishael (pronounced as Michelle.. ^^), Azariah restrained themselves from the food that they can't take...as a Jew..
Daniel was really strong in faith asked the guards to give them only vegetables +water for 10 days.
Imagine yourself having to survive with only vege and water, can you do it???
Anywayz, they did so and turned out to be more nourished than those who consumed the royal food.
They were very smart and understood who was taught. Daniel can even interpret dreams.
When presented to the king, they were found to be 10 times better than all the magicians and enchanters in his Kingdom...
Sweet right??? It's the blessings of God.
Lesson of the day:
Be tactful when you wanna ask for a favour from someone you don't quite know or someone who which you have no rights of asking from. Just like what happened to Daniel and the guard, all it takes is some patience and manners. Be polite with what will be said and you'll get what you want in return.
Agree???
9 Nov 09
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Lock-in '09
Tim, this is specially for you.... ^^
And same to those who has no idea what's going on...
For your info, we'll be having our Lock-in end of this year.
This is just a brief summary of what we had discussed so far:
~ It might be held on the 18th -20th Dec
~We might be having a church camp instead of a lock-in and we will be having more participants compared to last year.
~ If our church building cannot fit so many people, we can build tents. (Lolz)
~ Might be having a guess speaker, thinking of getting an older youth.
~ Will be inviting youths from other congregations to join us
~ Our theme is not yet to be confirmed
~ Calvin will be coming back on 19th Nov to discuss furthermore
Will follow up on this as soon as possible (Hopefully)
Any questions, please refer to Calvin.
To all who will be having their exams sooner or later...
All the best and good luck!!!
And same to those who has no idea what's going on...
For your info, we'll be having our Lock-in end of this year.
This is just a brief summary of what we had discussed so far:
~ It might be held on the 18th -20th Dec
~We might be having a church camp instead of a lock-in and we will be having more participants compared to last year.
~ If our church building cannot fit so many people, we can build tents. (Lolz)
~ Might be having a guess speaker, thinking of getting an older youth.
~ Will be inviting youths from other congregations to join us
~ Our theme is not yet to be confirmed
~ Calvin will be coming back on 19th Nov to discuss furthermore
We need as much help we can get, please do volunteer yourselves in the aiding the event to be a success! All suggestions are welcome! (If you've got any, please do post it on our cbox. Thx)
Will follow up on this as soon as possible (Hopefully)
Any questions, please refer to Calvin.
To all who will be having their exams sooner or later...
All the best and good luck!!!
8 Nov 2009
Hai!
Sorry for not updating any sooner... Life's kinda hectic.
Here's a little something to share.... Enjoy~
Jim Kneels to Pray
His shirt was kinda shabby
and his coat was worn and frayed,
the man knelt, he bowed his head,
Then rose and walked away.
In the days that followed,
each noon time came this chap,
each time he knelt just for a moment,
A lunch pail in his lap.
Well, the minister's suspicions grew,
with robbery a main fear,
He decided to stop the man and ask him, 'What are you doing here?'
The old man said, he worked down the road..
Lunch was half an hour..
Lunchtime was his prayer time,
For finding strength and power.
'I stay only moments, see,
because the factory is so far away;
as I kneel here talking to the Lord,
This is kinda what I say:
'I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHERS FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN. DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS JIM CHECKING IN TODAY.'
The minister feeling foolish,
told Jim, that was fine..
He told the man he was welcome
To come and pray just anytime
Time to go, Jim smiled, said 'Thanks.'
He hurried to the door.
The minister knelt at the altar,
he'd never done it before.
His cold heart melted, warmed with love, and met with Jesus there.
As the tears flowed, in his heart,
he repeated old Jim's prayer:
'I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD, HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHERS FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN. I DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY..
SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME CHECKING IN TODAY.'
Past noon one day, the minister noticed that old Jim hadn't come.
As more days passed without Jim,
he began to worry some..
At the factory, he asked about him,
learning he was ill.
The hospital staff was worried,
But he'd given them a thrill..
The week that Jim was with them,
Brought changes in the ward.
His smiles, a joy contagious.
Changed people, were his reward.
The head nurse couldn't understand
why Jim was so glad, when no flowers, calls or cards came,
Not a visitor he had.
The minister stayed by his bed,
He voiced the nurse's concern:
No friends came to show they cared.
He had nowhere to turn.
Looking surprised, old Jim spoke
up and with a winsome smile;
'the nurse is wrong, she couldn't know, that He's in here all the while
everyday at noon He's here,
a dear friend of mine, you see,
He sits right down, takes my hand,
Leans over and says to me:
'I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, JIM, HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP, AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN.
ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY, I THINK ABOUT YOU EACH DAY, AND SO JIM, THIS IS JESUS CHECKING IN TODAY.'
If this blesses you, pass it on. Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart
May God hold you in the palm of His hand and Angels watch over you.
Share it with your friends & loved ones. If you aren't ashamed. Jesus said,
' If you are ashamed of me,' I will be ashamed of you before my Father.'
If you are not ashamed, pass this on.
But only if you mean it.
Received this mail, it's really cute, don't ya think so?
Here's a little something to share.... Enjoy~
Jim Kneels to Pray
| A minister passing through his church in the middle of the day, Decided to pause by the altar and see who had come to pray. Just then the back door opened, a man came down the aisle, The minister frowned as he saw the man hadn't shaved in a while. |
and his coat was worn and frayed,
the man knelt, he bowed his head,
Then rose and walked away.
In the days that followed,
each noon time came this chap,
each time he knelt just for a moment,
A lunch pail in his lap.
Well, the minister's suspicions grew,
with robbery a main fear,
He decided to stop the man and ask him, 'What are you doing here?'
The old man said, he worked down the road..
Lunch was half an hour..
Lunchtime was his prayer time,
For finding strength and power.
'I stay only moments, see,
because the factory is so far away;
as I kneel here talking to the Lord,
This is kinda what I say:
'I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHERS FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN. DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS JIM CHECKING IN TODAY.'
The minister feeling foolish,
told Jim, that was fine..
He told the man he was welcome
To come and pray just anytime
Time to go, Jim smiled, said 'Thanks.'
He hurried to the door.
The minister knelt at the altar,
he'd never done it before.
His cold heart melted, warmed with love, and met with Jesus there.
As the tears flowed, in his heart,
he repeated old Jim's prayer:
'I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD, HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHERS FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN. I DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY..
SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME CHECKING IN TODAY.'
Past noon one day, the minister noticed that old Jim hadn't come.
As more days passed without Jim,
he began to worry some..
At the factory, he asked about him,
learning he was ill.
The hospital staff was worried,
But he'd given them a thrill..
The week that Jim was with them,
Brought changes in the ward.
His smiles, a joy contagious.
Changed people, were his reward.
The head nurse couldn't understand
why Jim was so glad, when no flowers, calls or cards came,
Not a visitor he had.
The minister stayed by his bed,
He voiced the nurse's concern:
No friends came to show they cared.
He had nowhere to turn.
Looking surprised, old Jim spoke
up and with a winsome smile;
'the nurse is wrong, she couldn't know, that He's in here all the while
everyday at noon He's here,
a dear friend of mine, you see,
He sits right down, takes my hand,
Leans over and says to me:
'I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, JIM, HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP, AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN.
ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY, I THINK ABOUT YOU EACH DAY, AND SO JIM, THIS IS JESUS CHECKING IN TODAY.'
If this blesses you, pass it on. Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart
May God hold you in the palm of His hand and Angels watch over you.
Share it with your friends & loved ones. If you aren't ashamed. Jesus said,
' If you are ashamed of me,' I will be ashamed of you before my Father.'
If you are not ashamed, pass this on.
But only if you mean it.
Received this mail, it's really cute, don't ya think so?
8 Nov 09
Friday, October 9, 2009
Turned a new leaf
Hey guys. Just changed the skin. Hope that you all will like it. Am still an amateur and there's loads more to learn. Do comment on what do you think about the skin. There are still some modifications needed as you will find that there won't be any posting date and the blog has no title and you can't comment on the posts either. But still, our chatbox is available on our side bar. Click on the titles and you'll see it.
Uncle Kenneth had just graduated today. MBA if I'm not mistaken. Will get more details soon, stay tuned...
** Oh ya, Beng, how's our activity of the month going. You still remember it right? XD Where and when will we be playing?
9 Oct 09
Uncle Kenneth had just graduated today. MBA if I'm not mistaken. Will get more details soon, stay tuned...
** Oh ya, Beng, how's our activity of the month going. You still remember it right? XD Where and when will we be playing?
9 Oct 09
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
PMR's here...
Oh ya, PMR just started today. Forgot to wish all the PMR Candidates all the best and may all of you take the exam with wisdom and knowledge. God'll be with all of you. Stay calm and be wise while answering the papers. Have a good nite's sleep before sitting for the exam. Know that it's a lil' too late saying all this but still, Good LUCK!!!
Friday, October 2, 2009
Teenager's View of Heaven
Hey guys， here‘s a heart-warming message to share. Enjoy!
A TEENAGER'S VIEW OF HEAVEN
17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. 'I wowed 'em,' he later told his father, Bruce. 'It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote..' It also was the last.
Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off
The
Brian's Essay: The Room...
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read 'Girls I have liked.' I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named 'Friends' was next to one marked 'Friends I have betrayed.' The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird 'Books I Have Read,' 'Lies I Have Told,' 'Comfort I have Given,' 'Jokes I Have Laughed at .' Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: 'Things I've yelled at my brothers.' Others I couldn't laugh at: 'Things I Have Done in My Anger', 'Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.' I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.
Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked 'TV Shows I have watched', I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked 'Lustful Thoughts,' I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.
I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!' In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.
And then I saw it.. The title bore 'People I Have Shared the Gospel With.' The handle was brighter than those around it,seemed newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.
No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.
He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. 'No!' I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was 'No, no,' as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.
He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, 'It is finished.' I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.
'I can do all things through Christ who strengthens
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