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♥Thursday, January 22, 2009

NOBODY'S CARING FOR OUR POOR BLOGGG. x(

anywayee, since its my one week birthdaye eve anniversary xD, i decided to come post a post! hopefully, school hasnt been mundane for jinchii, or overwhelming for weiien, jingwenn or eugene, or i-dunnoe, too overseas-ish for yuzii! i really pray that everyone is experiencing God's blessings, grace and guidance from the start of school year 09 till now, the end of the third week. ;)

a mega-short sentence to sum up last week's sermon:
Be positive and count your every blessing everydaye, for that will ensure eternal and true joy from God. :)

anywaye, this is like an email i just read when i was sorting out my msn email inbox the other day. really stayed in my head and just here to share it with you ppl. (in case you havent read it/ have forgotten about the details. )

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.' -John3:16

love God, love everyone, love CNY vacation, love love itself. x)

oh yes! do you ppl wanna meet up after school/ your school cny celebrations tomorrow? xP ok i dont think you all will read this by tmr, but haha. im so excited! heee. im free from fridaye afternoon onwardssss. whooooots. xP

well so yuppx, enjoy your time singing cheena songs tomorrow! ;P

loves, eeeeeeeehuii.

posted by one of us. at 1:23 AM

♥Saturday, January 17, 2009

Hey guys! I've finally uploaded the video!:D
Enjoy!

posted by one of us. at 7:26 AM

♥Tuesday, January 6, 2009

今天是开学的errr, 3rd 天。大家还好吧？:)

upper secondary sure promises a whole new different kinda welcoming us back to school. no more do teachers focus on the "holidays were good, aye?" that makes everyone drifts back to the good o' vacation mood and stay that way till only a few weeks after. it's all about, "welcome back, honeymoon years in secondary school over, lesson plans for this year will be ..." teaching and lessons start now. now.

i've started feeling the stress and burden of all my commitments and responsiblities ytd. school was fine. however during co, it was like the whole co prac time, and well, we have just kinda started practicing on the syf songs, so yeahh. did the syf selected piece, which is really quite simple, but my section practised and played through it only slowly, so when my conductor went faster and faster we just couldnt catch up and worse still, she went on to make every section play once on their own.

the pipa section couldnt even play the whole part. the poor performance of my section reflected on the leading of its leader. i felt numb and downright paiseh right there and then. i mean, it wont ever feel nice. it did not felt good at all.

as i tried to numb myself from the sourness that started welling up my throat, my mind started reviewing all the commitments and all i have agreed to take on this year. in church, for school and my studies, in co. just slowly going under, load after load.

went off with a hole in my heart, bleeding, bleeding. hurt and demoralised. slept the earliest time i could. sleep can be a form of comfort sometimes.

so todaye, while flipping through my diary, i came across this devotion i jotted down sometime last year.

Learning to share the load
"What you are doing is not good... The work is too heavy for you; you cannot handle it alone." (Exodus 18:17-18)

As we seek God for help, support and guidance, we can also turn to others who can help lighten our load at the same time!

- Find a prayer partner
-Look for a study buddy
- Confide in a close friend
- Pour out your heart to a parent
- Ask siblings to help in completing tough tasks

The body of Christ is there to help us, we just have to first ask for help. :)

"Carry each other's burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ." (Galatians 6:2)

so! Let us turn to God, and one another for comfort and guidance at the same time during LIFE'S FUNNIEST VIDEOS! i mean, LIFE'S DOWN-EST MOMENTS! x)

you can find:

WEIIEN-- she have the KNOWLEGE most of the times, and she'll definitely CHEER YOU UP!

EUGENE-- he would patiently SIT there and LISTEN, even if you'll complaining, and he'll ENCOURAGE you POSITIVELY!

JINCHI-- he'll LISTEN and he'll give you his POINT OF VIEW, which helps to broaden your vision and perspective!

JINGWENN-- she'll give you SMILEYS and COMFORT you!

YUZII-- he never fails to MAKE YOU SMILE AND LAUGH again, he'll offer you practical ADVICE and he'll always offer to PRAY FOR YOU.

ME-- mmm, i try my best to empathise and help and cheer you up, if i can. ;)

so there you have it! there's always somebody, together with God, that loves you.

smile! jiayous for the rest of the week! x)

posted by one of us. at 2:32 AM

♥Friday, January 2, 2009

Hi Fellow LOVELY friends!
You guys are more than a friend to me you guys are like treasure to me.
Today is my or Ours first day in school.
Well....Before first day of school
1.somebody will feel excited for it
2.some will feel normal and
3.some will feel sian and
4.Some( like me )will feel weird,worried which led to sad and feeling empty
Hmmmm...
What are the possible reasons all these?
1.I guess it is the friends and accompany they have around them which are very close?
or they really love stuyding so much?Or they are excited to see their very close teachers?
2.some will feel the same cause they got their friends that can talk to well?or they treat it normally because dun mind studying?
3.some will feel bored as school means studying and they wouldn't want to study?
4.Because they are worried that thre will be no friends to talk to?They are afraid of being left out?They don't want to feel lonely in school?They are afraid to face textsbooks and teachers?
But i believe above all,GOD IS STILL THERE FOR US!No matter where we are!
Yesterday i feel really empty and worried.After i reached home bath and eat etc....
when it comes to 9 pm plus it started...
Because school is just feel Hours away.After i sleep....I would have to go school feeling this and that and this and that
Thinking what will happen and why am i such a boring person.
why i do not have closer friends
why do i have to think what to say when i speak to my classmates
and even friends that i know and always hang out for 3 years
i still have not much topic to talk to them about )):
i really don;t know why.Every year end i feel the same way and Yes yesterday night
i bursted out.My pillow was half wet whenever i think of that feeling tears begins to flood.
But after i cried i prayed and i slept
But i couldn't cause all the worries are still inside but when u learn to depend and GIVE ALL YOUR WORRIES TO HIM CAUSE HE CARES FOR US!
I can feel god peace in me cause after bursting out i finally slept!
when i wake up,I do not have that weird feeling inside already because GOD IS INSIDE!
I had my quiet time before i slept and had learned many stuffs..
God controls the pass present and future he plans problems for us to be able to grow up spritually.Why worry if you know our god the mighty one will be incharge of everything and he even cares for the bird so it is impossible that he will neglects you.So in everything places your worries to god and believeing you will experience him in every ways.
ok i have alot more to share but my notebook isn't with me so hahahahah next time!!((:
Today school was alright.....
Actually if you don worry nothing will happen but if you worry u will always think that way even if the fact isn't that way but i know it is hard Not to worry and to hand everything to god it is easier to say than to do but HEY Remember HE IS OUT REFUGE!Faith will save everything yeah
But i still have this problem....
I ran out of topic to talk to my friends i had to think about what to say and it will be so 'Gang Ga'
Because not very time you sat and talk about the right topic arghhh
i want to find a friend in school that i can talk ANYTHING to but how?):
WEIEN HERE ,
BYE

ANYWAY I 'M PLAYING PET SOCIETY AGAIN Hahah email is www.jennyong58@hotmail.com

posted by one of us. at 12:04 AM