Sunday, June 28, 2009
Went to first service cause Matt was playing drum today.. =) Shared nasi lemak with Matt after church.. Half way through was kidnapped by Siqin to mamak pulak.. =.=" Kin Yan tagged along too.. We were talking about Jason & Ruth's wedding which will take place next year, then suddenly i was dragged into the topic.. about when's Matt gonna proposed.. =.=" Hmmm.. right... Xp.. More people join us at mamak later and we just fellowship there with our drinks..
Had lunch at Pappa Rich.. Well, not that great lar.. I was cheated by Ann(she was cheated by the menu.. Xp..) to order some Longan Milk thingy, which turned out to be 'bluek~'.. Xp.. After lunch went back to church to attend Dr.David G & Aunt Christina's appreciation ceremony, truely appreciate them!!
After the appreciation thing, went to Kin Yan's place to play Settlers.. Enjoyed playing that game with Kin Yan, Tris, and of course Matt.. Xp.. I almost won tho! But of course the pro Kin Yan won.. Let's have next round next time.. hehehe.. After Settlers Matt went off to futsal.. =.=" Matt the Futsal Freak.. Then I joined my bros, Ann and her friend for Wii!
5pm sharp we left Kin Yan's place to captain ball.. that's when i start my dad's car which i drove.. reversed.. 'Bom!!' Yeap.. I hit the car at the back.. i didnt know there was a car.. My bad, i didnt realised that there's a car at the back.. What a stupid mistake.. well, Kin Yan said "Mistakes are meant to be stupid.." Xp.. hehehe... Can ask me about the story if you wanna know more, but to cut it short, i'm okay.. =) So we played captain ball still..
My bros and I, plus Matt had dinner at Ann's place.. =) Domino Pizza! Then we had Mahjong and Chor Dai Ti.. Xp.. Came back home around 10pm and watch tv.. on9.. blog.. which is what i'm doing right now..
Well.. I quite like this Sunday, cause i got to spend almost the whole day with Matt! Xp..
Time to sleep... Zzzz....
Monday, June 22, 2009
One thing in common draw us closer.. We were both transfer student in 5C.. After spending our standard 5 together, she transfer to another school again, due to her father's work. We met again after our UPSR, then PMR. It seems like we met up after major exam, but not so, cause we didnt manage to meet up after SPM and STPM.
Relationship is such a weird thing, we barely know each other for a year, but we make every effort to contact each other and meet up. And every time we meet up, there's not a sense of weird-ness.. We can talk like anything and everything.. Perhaps we're filled with siao-ness.. Xp..
So, we managed to meet up, at last! Chilis, Midvalley is the place.. =) Bottomless Apple Juice and Bottomless Tostado Chips.. Xp.. Bottomless is the way man! Xp.. We talked about our lifes, our families, our studies, our bla bla bla... =) 3 hours of talking is just nice..
She's going to be 21 in less than 3 days! That's the card i gave her.. Inside full of cheesy stuff.. hehe... I've told her not to open it untill 24th June, but she seems like cant wait for it dah.. Happy be-early birthday dear girl! Xp..
Of course, photo session is a must thing! Xp.. And we did some silly stuff for one picture.. in Chilis, in front of Matt somemore.. =.=" He joined in later for his lunch.. And naturally became our cameraman.. Thanks dear.. Xp..
Thursday, June 11, 2009
I just realised i post about my uni results at all.. hahahaha...
Here goes.. This result are by far the bestest (again.. English students are supposed to be creative in using languages.. hahaha..) result i've ever get! Xp..
Bola Jaring 1: A
Foundation English: A
Oral Communication: A-
Introduction to Language and Linguistics: B+
Pengantar Sains Sosial: B+
English for Social Sciences: A
Tamadun Islam dan Asia Tenggara: A-
Purata Nilai Gred: 3.71
Bola Jaring 2: A
Structures in Context: A
Written Communication: A-
Language and ICT: A
ICT for Social Sciences: B+
Ketrampilan Berbahasa dan Berkomunikasi: B+
Hubungan Etnik: A-
Purata Nilai Gred: 3.71
I'm very very thankful that i manage to mantain.. literally mantain.. =.=" 3.71!! Meaning i'm still in the dean list.. And i can get rewards a.k.a $$ from daddy! hahahaha...
This is a very joyous moment because this will motivates me in the rest of my studies.. I shall work hard to at least mantain.. =) I'm don't really expect to get better result, but at least maintain.. Don't mind literally mantain again.. hehehe..
Oh.. Thank you Lord! =)
Next, will have to register for my another 2 subjects that i couldnt register for my 2nd year 1st sem.. dont even know when's the date to register.. =.=" Really need to pray hard that God will provide good subjects for me..
Hear my prayers, dear Lord, and thank you once again.. =)
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
Reading this post might take a long time, but no harm doing so, cause it's worth raeding.. =)
Recently reading I Kissed Dating Goodbye by Joshua Harris.. Below is one small part that is very meaningful.. So decided to post here to share.. =)
In the place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features save 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 endlessly 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 of 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 contents. 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 Have Done in 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 there were 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 twenty years to write each card of these thousands, possibly millions, of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each was signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked “Songs I Have Listened To,” 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 music, but more by the vast amount of the 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 as its detailed contents. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.
Suddenly I felt an almost animal rage. 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 an 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 the file 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, 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 the hurt 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 continued 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.
How marvellous is His Love.. =)