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

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!!!

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 Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.

The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. 'I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it,' Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. 'I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him.'

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 me.'-Phil. 4:13 'For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.' If you feel the same way forward it so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also My 'People I shared the gospel with' file just got bigger, how about yours?

Random

Really sorry for not updating any soon. Had finally got a chance to write something here after such a long period of time.

Ok, er... Right, we had finished our last class with Uncle Kenneth this year. Last Sunday was the last time Uncle Kenneth would be teaching us this year. Finished the book of 1 Corinthians for now. Next, Uncle Vikram will be taking over the class （if not mistaken).

Uncle Ken will be going back to the States on the 14th this Month. As all of you know, he and Auntie Estelle had been with us for almost 5 years now. He extended his visa for another 10 years which is a really great news. May we keep them in prayers as they will be travelling soon.

Our 'Charlie's Angels' had finished their UPSR last month. Now, it's the turn of our 'Three Musketeers"! Keep them in your prayers as the will be sitting for their PMR examination soon. Have wisdom and chew on your books for these 2 weeks! (It may help...^^) All the best!

Oh ya, should say this 3 days ago.. Hehe, sorry ya.

** Happy Belated Birthday Beng! Big Boy already, 18 years old lor. Take good care of yourself there and Enjoy life there o... (Can't celebrate your B'day with you, the only thing we can do it to wish you, Hope that you can feel our sincerity here~) Hehe... No prezzie 4 you this year, who ask you to go so far away???

Aiya just kidding. You won't get prezzies from us but at least Mickey got a present for you la, Nah> LOLz...

Ok, that's all for now. Will be back soon! Off~

p.s: Anyone has any song recommendations for our mixpod??