29/11/2008 You Are Not an Accident by Russell Kelfer

You’re who you are for a reason.
You’re part of an intricate plan.
You’re precious and perfect unique design,
Called God’s special woman or man.

You look like you for a reason.
Our God made no mistake.
He knit you together within the womb,
You’re just what he wanted to make.

The parents you had were the ones he chose,
And no matter how you may feel,
They were custom-designed with God’s plan in mind,
And they bear the Master’s seal.

No, that trauma you faced was not easy.
And God wept that it hurt you so;
But it was allowed to shaped your heart
So that into his likeness you’d grow.

You are who you are for a reason,
You’ve been formed by the Master’s rod.
You’re who you are, beloved,
Because there is a God!


你是你总有因，你是神精密计划的一部分。
你是他完美宝贵的独特设计，是他至爱的男人或女人。
你象你总有因，神是绝不会出差错，
他把你孕育成形，正是他所深爱的那人。
神为你挑选双亲，不论你感受如何，
他们式神照他计划为你量身特制，
并盖上大师的特许印章。
不！你所面对的不幸遭难绝非易事，
神为你伤痛流眼痕，
神应许这一切发生来塑造你的心，
要你长成他的样式，
你是你总有因，上帝用杖炼你成形。
亲爱的，你是你，
因为我们有一位神。

(this poem is specially dedicated to everyone, whether you’re from a rich or poor family, whenever you are. I wanna tell you, you’re special, you’re none like the others.)

27/11/2008 The camp which I won’t be forgetting forever……

“他的心跳停了一毫秒，血色从他的脸上消失得无影无踪。 平日那把在他手上的吉他， 那把可爱的吉他，躺在地上，断成了两节。 他哭不出来，就算泪水已在他的眼眶内打滚。他逼不得已地拿起吉他，闪躲众人的眼光，泪汪汪的眼睛随着主人的脚步声有节奏地流下咸咸的结晶体………”

Well, if you’re loyal enough to read my previous post, you’ll be knowing that I’m going for a ISCF camp at Sri Matang. It’s a very very very nice and “nice” camp which I’ll never, ever be forgetting. Why? Just you wait and keep on reading, you’ll soon find out.

The camp site is just very cosy and very beautiful, I can’t help going to the exterior part of the camp site where the swing is. (well, I only managed to sit on it on the last day, that’s today. XD)
We had participated in all sorts of activities. We have a lotz otf great fun there…. (not to mention about how close our relationship are after the activities.

There’s a swimming pool at the camp site, so we always swims there, I learned to float but I didn’t manage to learn it. Then, something happened.

I came back from the swim. And I found something lying on the floor. The heck, it’s my first-in-my-life guitar! I thought I would only suffer from a couple of tune-mistakes or so on and so forth. But, the worst had happened, right in front of me. The guitar is broken, its head cracked and it lied on the icy floor, bathing with the freezing cool wind. My worst fear had become true.

I can’t believe it at first. But my eyes still caught upon the broken, dead guitar. The strings are still as strong as fiddles. But the head is broken into two, TWO!!!!! Then, thoughts starts to flood into my mind : “who did it?” “what am I gonna do?” “what shall I tell my parents?” “how the guitar will be if I just forget-to-bring-it-to-the-camp at first?”

I can’t cry, just can’t. I don’t know why, I can’t feel the blood running in my veins, the warm sensation on my face disapparated. I just stand there, dumb-struck, looking at my 15th birthday present, my present from me, myself.

I did not blame anyone for my guitar’s malfunction, for it happened when everyone is enjoying the swim, and it’s me who brought it here at the first place. So, I pray to God. I hope God will comfort me and listen to my feeble prayer. The night went on with dead silent atmosphere dangling around the camp site.

Well, I don’t have the feeling to joke anymore, at least not now. Just hope that I’ll get a brand new guitar and I promise I’ll protect it the next time I own one. I wanna thank here for God’s comfort through my friends and my teacher and my pastor….

The guitar accompanied me for 9 months and I really missed it.

23/11/2008 Sorry, my bunch of friends ……

Yes, yes, everyone knows I’m very wrong with my head. I’m the one who keeps laughing and crack jokes even at the hardest moment. This post is really meant to be in a serious tone, you can see that after you had not read any jokes in this post.

So, first of all, I want to tell all of you a secret….. I’m a crazy, funny, joyous, funky, and wacky boy. That’s all. Get what I mean? I mean, I don’t really appreciate serious moments compared to joyous, crazy times. Everyone know now?? I can’t express my feeling in this manner of tone.

However, as you keep reading, you’ll soon be squinting in one of Joshua’s darkest heart core. What are you going to discover is, one of the darkest secret Joshua had.

Actually, I can’t show any sincerity so as control myself all the time; I think that’s my tiny, weak spot. I just can’t control my crazy behavior, who knows, there’s hydra side of my personality living in me, if that shock you all, you haven’t know anything yet. There’s a time when I cut a girls hair.

That is my form 1 year. (urgh, it’s just hurting to get this thing out of my head, my safe of memories) I’m playing, joking around. And then something went wrong, all I can see is the scissor in my hand, and the strand of hair on the floor….

I don’t want to describe what happen next, For Your Info, that incident became quite big and in the end…. Sigh. I’m lucky just to be able to escape Grim reaper’s judgment…….. yes yes, and then one of my leader show me to my weakness. She told me, I need to be more sincere

I need to be more sincere.

That’s what she thinks, and that advice really did help me.

I just hope that everything goes on fine and the crazy guy won’t pop out and scares everyone away.

I’m just confused now, remembering what my friend tells me. “You’re a kind man. It’s feeling to good to have you as friend, at the beginning. Then, your childish crazy personalities will surfaces, that’s what make people disgust about you….”

So, I’m learning. But things always don’t turn out as good as they are; I think they can’t still sense my sincerity. Maybe a bit, not to be so pessimistic…

This post is specially dedicated to my auntie…… and also to all my friends who dreads my behavior.


p.s I’m going to camp tomorrow, just, don’t miss me. K?

22/11/2008 Updates on holiday……

Haiz…. It’s a long week since my family gone to vacation, leaving me and my bro in the home. So, I’m here to update on my holiday, as I promised to some of you….. I kept my promise, afterall.

Now, there’s two guy right beside me, besides my bro. they’re Nicholas and Isaac the funky dude (to know more about Isaac, read on “specially dedicated to my friends part 1,2 and 3)

(Isaac : haiya, so “ bu hao “ de…… me so bad…..)
(Nicholas : I’m gonna kill you……)

Let me just describe the “keadaan” in my house, if anyone interested to know :

The earth lay still. Not even a sound is heard…….. there, something moving in the bushes, leaving no traces (alien do leave traces, duh). Then, gust of wind blew through the vicinity, the area where the brother stays. There are times when the brothers heard noises, banging and wicked cry at the back of the house. They dare not to move, only to pray, to wait, to let the thing pass over……

That’s pretty ironic and weird and spooky and emo-etic, yeah? Actually, that’s not it. It’s just my pure description. The situation is just as spooky as they can be. (leave me alone, will ye? I mean, to those noises and banging and spooky noises) I suffered from sleepless night because of those noises. (are they thieves?? *frightening face*)

(Isaac :munch munch munch munch)
(Isaac : hey, don’t say about my behaviour dude)
(Isaac : I’m really gonna kill you this time…)

After a while…… nothing happened……..

“uak uak uak uak….”

~sweat~

B.J.A
22/11/2008
1.43 P.m.

18/12/2008 Read it out!!!! Stuff on blogging…….

O.K. I felt that I’ll lose more readers when I blog more on my daily lives. Its kinda sucks to know that people don’t actually care about our life, at least God and Jesus do….. So, I’ll be blogging on my stuffs, not on my daily life, but on my stuffs. (Stuffs? Don’t you guy get confused when I didn’t define the word “my stuffs”? Keep reading and maybe you’ll know…)

Yes, the stuff is about blogging. I’m having difficulties when I used English in blogging (trust me, I really mean it, I’m good at spoken English that doesn’t mean I’m good in written English XD) so let me try to blog using Chinese just for a while, for Chinese express me better, just for a while only, O.K.? (Sorry to tell that translation is not provided)

就在那阴沉沉的下午，他正在上线， 打字也打得蛮累的，平日用英文写网上日记，今天竞无端端用起平日无用，标准的华文。唉，明知少壮不努力，老大徒伤悲，自己还在四方银幕前打着打着打了半个时辰。真是虚度光阴。就在那时，就在他沉沉的眼皮望着银幕下垂之际，一个长发女子出现在他眼前，那女子，不，是少女，正在涵情脉脉地望着他。他吓了一跳，怎么他的白雪公主会出现在他的眼前？如果他有相机的话，那一幕就会永远成为纪念品了。可是，即使他没有钱购买昂贵的相机，那一幕将会永远停格在他的脑海里，成为完美的一幅图案………

Yes! Can anyone tell me how lousy my English is, if compared to my Chinese? The answer will surely be definite: lotsa lotsa differences. Wow, you guys, dear readers have to thank me for showing you my Chinese, you maybe won’t be reading my Chinese if I’m not willing to show. I’m very shy….. ~. ~ (I really mean this one, I won’t show my Chinese skills to ordinary people….)

Actually, this post is going to end, and I really hope you guys will think that this post is more meaningful than the other one. Just drop in a comment to tell me something…… And plus, I want to tell you guy a secret; the Chinese part really describes me….. (You know what I mean?)

And plus, please leave a comment and advice me on whether I should write about my life on blog….. Thanks a bunch.

15/11/2008 Camps…..

Well, I wonder anyone wants to know where I had been during the precious days. Actually, I’m attending a camp at the Mount Singai.

We climb to the top of Mount Singai in order to reach the camp site. It’s very tiring. There were several times when we come across some broken steps and we almost fell down from the high cliff… (wah!!!!!!)

Although it’s just a one-day camp. I’m happy enough to be able to blend in well enough in the crowd of a variety of students from different school. I’m the committee, so actually I’d been force to be friendly (I’m friendly originally)

During the night time, we had night games. I still can’t forget the scene where I “lame” other students when they play the game. (I’m one of the station masters). I’ll not elaborate on this because if I write about it, this post will sure become a long one. (those who are interested to know please sped some time asking me, I may tell you)

During this camp, I make many new friends especially those from SMK Batu Kawa. This camp, the night game also discovers my another crazy, lame personality. (mua ha ha ha ha ha)

Well, I think I’d been through metamorphosis, a real big one. Some people said that I’d changed and etc etc. I also cannot deny the fact that I’m getting more handsome.

It’s a fun camp actually. I hereby sincerely apologize for my crazy being during the games or during the camp. I don’t mean to hurt you guys or scare you guys off your defence. If I didn’t do like that, I think you’ll never experience the fun of the game. So, please just forgive and forget and don’t retaliate on my crazy-doings.

More post ahead of this post, now is the crazy session of blogging!

13/11/2008 Not-so-famous-amos

Whoever Amos the cookie maker is, he sure did come up with an excellent marketing plan. First, he put the word famous in the name of his company, giving everyone the idea that his cookies had a great reputation. Then, by putting the words Famous and Amos together, he gave his customers an easy name to remember.

I know of another Amos who was not so famous. He was a prophet who lived in Judah, the southern kingdom of Israel, and was called by God to prophesy to the northern kingdom.

His message was clear: You people might be prospering now, but you have turned your back on God. He is going to judge you so harshly, there will be nobody left.

As you can imagine, his message wasn’t very popular in the northern kingdom. The prophets of Jereboam 2nd, a cruel and godless king, despised Amos because they had been telling the good news he wanted to hear ~ not the truth. So they tried to shut Amos up. “Get out of here, you prophet!” Said Amaziah, the corrupted priest of Bethel. “Go on back to the land of Judah” (Amos 7:12). It didn’t work. Amos just kept on prophesying.

Perhaps you’ve been in Amos’ position. In genuine concern, you have delivered warnings to friends or family about bad choices or behaviors. They didn’t like it. They may have told you in no uncertain terms that it’s none of your business; ad ordered you to leave them alone.

You shouldn’t be surprised. Giving bad news never makes one famous. But you have shown genuine love and heartfelt concern. You’ve done what’s right, and that will make you as famous as Amos in God’s eye.

12/11/2008 Specially dedicated to my friends (Part 3)

I wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote, but I still got some people complaining that his/her name isn’t on my post. So, here I’m again, working another post just for my friends and readers……

To Lawrence Law (Part Two), had you been through a relaxing holiday? On the contrary, I found my holiday activities compact and many enough to suffocate my mentality, my spiritual barrier, my stress-holder. So, just hope you enjoy a TV, Computer game-free holiday which enriches your life and flourish your friendship bond with other friends. Plus++ Please leave a name (a real name) when you leave comment on the chatbox ~.~. Plus++ Please view my blog as many times as you can.

To Amy Yeo. I felt very sad when you say me “Mei Liang Xin”… T.T you must be joking, aren’t you? As a matter of fact, I’m very very good at my heart, which means I’m kind hearted (there’s some element of boasting here, perasan)
Don’t worry, your comment didn’t offended me, but encourages me to blog more.
And please, please just draft a testimonial and drop in on my comment board on my friendster profile, plllleeeeeaaaasssseeee? Happy hols. Keep in touch.

To Isaac Hii (Part Three), nothing much to say actually. Just blog more and try express your thought through blogging, not Tv-games. The Television Games may kill your cells and let your small, puny little eye socket and eye balls to malfunction. This just served as a friendly advice…… (hehehehehehehe……)

Then, to my charming charming Sakura. Haruno Sakura. Hope you continue to brighten my life in anime watching. I like watching your work. Hope you straighten yourself up, pursue your ambition as a healing shinobi….. (I think someone will be jealous….. his name starts with the letter “I” (quite obvious, isn’t it?))

I think that’s all, I think? If again you didn’t find your name in this post, comment me again. I promise, I’ll surework on the post which is specially dedicated to you…. XD

All the best!

10/11/2008 Ways to gain HEIGHT……

Hey…… I got inspired when I found out that many of my friends are actually having difficulty in gaining their height. So, I’m here to introduce some ways which can help all of you who wants to gain height.

First of all, I want to clarify that I didn’t write this post to “gek” people (for someone will sure say me gek Him/her one). You know who you’re…… this post is dedicated to all my readers who want to grow taller, not to those shorties.

As a matter of fact, I also want to grow taller. So, here are the ways, from healthy ones to extreme ones:

~Wait. You sure can wait, do you? This method is for those who are still being through puberty stages. Once you wait for maybe months, years, and longer, you’ll sure gain some height.

~Practice rope-jumping exercises. Know about rope-jumping? It’s an exercise which involves continuous jumping action. For your info, jumping will gradually stretch your body.

~Basketballs. This method is surely the most popular among all the method, although this method needs some time to see the effect. Like all the basketball players, I bet they play basketball and they grow taller, not they are tall then they play basketball. (sorry for my lousy English)

~Consume a variety of nutritious foods which consist of different kind of minerals and vitamins. Yeah I know, this method in growing is mentioned in Textbooks since we entered secondary school. Plus, this method is widely used by homemakers and housewives.

~Try Budgie jump (I don’t know if I had spell correctly). This is one of the extreme ways in order to achieve satisfying height. You see, once you jump from a high cliff, heads down, legs tied with a rope, your none-elastic body will be stretched in that split second. And voila, your body is longer!

~Try to get frightened as may time as you want to. This superstitious method is known in some families. Why don’t you give it a try? The superstition says that when you get scared or frightened, you’ll get taller. (warning : not for those weak-hearted, strictly only to stout-hearted people)

~I bet this is the most dangerous way in gaining height, it involves body stretching. Guess what? Its Lawrence’s favourite. Yes! It’s body stretching! (in unusual dangerous way) Steps: tied your extremities with strong ropes. Ask your family to pull the ropes as hard as they could. You’ll sure grow taller after the dangerous activity. (But, your hands and legs may be separated from your body after that….)

These are the ways in growing taller, whether you agree with it or not. I’d researched for these methods for a longtime edi. Remember, you’ll all try these method with your own risk, I’ll not be responsible for any harm done. This post is just served as a reference for those who wish to grow taller. So, good luck and don’t hurt yourself…. @.@

8/11/2008 The End……

The end of PMR
The end of chaos
The end of brain-rocking sessions
The end of terrifying exams
The end of three-years-hard-work
The end of afternoon class sessions
The end of what we’d work for all these three long years

But,

Are those memorials of friendship
Those friendly eternal bonds with friends, teachers
Is going to be washed away?
Away from our maturing memories?

Those scarlet, happy days
All those laughter
All those blue calm moments
Where we all gather and learn, from each and others

Will these memories be corroded by time?
Will these things pop and vanish like a soapy bubble?
Will our unbreakable vow shatters?
Will our teacher forgot about us?
Will we, forgot this bunch of friends?

We’ll have to carry on
On and on and on and on
Time traipsed and creped without any sense of time
It’s the end of form three now
A new stage of life is going to commence

Move on, my friends
No matter what class you might be placed in
No matter which stream you’re rolling
Don’t ever, ever forget about us, friends

Keep our happy memories
As a souvenir that follows wherever you heart will go
It’ll soar with you
Whether you’re on green pasture
Or in stormy sea
Or on great, high mountains
Or even when we’re still together.


(This poem or whatever-it-is is specially dedicated to all my friends and schoolmates. I wanted to tell all of you that, even if we’re in different classes the next year, I’ll not forget you all, for you guys had led me into a more memorable stage of life)



B.J.A the stupiak poet. ~.~

5/11/2008 Specially dedicated to my Friends ad readers… PART TWO

it’s been a while since I post the “specially dedicated to my Friends and readers”. The Impact is very prominent and I get three comments, which is far more than usual.

Now, brace yourself, whether you had read your name in the previous post or you haven’t even seen your “fragrant” name on the post. PART two is going to start!

Specially Dedicated to Jessie Sim. I really don’t know how to delete the “Jessie Sim get 6A 1B in Pra PMR” post. So guess you just have to persuade me to blog more and let the post be replaced by other post. Hahaz……. Just get taller, although you think short is cute, I don’t know. And don’t be so “thorny “, know what I mean, in your talking style. And blah blah blah……

Then to Isaac Hii. I did say this is part two, I wanna add something. Just keep on your FF passion and stop blogging on relation to politics, e.g. “FF is a politicial game”. You shall get caught under the “internal defence” law one day, like the famous “potra” blogger who blog about politics and get caught. This is my concern to you….. you know??

Next, to my Auntieeeeeeee……. Don’t be so geh geh everytime you talk. You should learn to be more sincere like I’m learning now. Don’t show an face and hide your original one deep deep in your heart core. Plus, thanks for your support for my blog all along. I sincerely thank you, honto arigato des…. (it means really really thank you)

To Uonald-Rusk-hopelet. Hope you’re reading the post now. I’m very impressed with you English-writing-describing skills that I like your blog so much. Blog more and I crave for your posts. Why you quit from becoming my follower??

Err…… To Suhaimi. I didn’t expect you to be reading my blog. So, I suppose you read my bulletin then baru you visit my blog? Yes! My bulletin works !!! My Bulletin Works!!!!!

To Aizat Affendi. I know one baris is not enough for you. So, watch and learn. Keep up in your studies. Berusahalah bersungguh-sungguh dalam kesemua mata pelajaran kamu. Ganbatehgudasai! Mada-Mada! 好好在学业上加油巴！maybe that’s all…….

Who’s next?? If you didn’t found your name in this post, drop comments again and I’ll try to work out again………

1/11/2008 Managing the mess

Have you noticed how messy life gets… how things don’t turn out the way you thought they would? When life gets like that, it’s not what’s happening in your life that’s important; it’s who is managing the mess.

You can bet that Naomi didn’t plan her predicament. She and her husband had gone to Moab to search for food in a time of famine. Their sons married two upstanding Moabite women, and life was good… for a while. But when we meet Naomi in the Scriptures, she is destitute in and stuck in a foreign land, having lost her husband and both her sons.

Naomi had every right to wallow in the depth of despair. Her pain was very real, and she was honest about it. Yet she obviously had a sense of who was in the control of the situation: “the Lord has testified against me and the Almighty has brought Calamity upon me.”

The word Almighty in Hebrew is Shaddai. It’s the name for God that means he is the cosmic ruler who is in charge of everything. It means he can do whatever he wants to do. Nobody can hold back his hand. He is completely capable.

The word translated Lord is the Hebrew word Yahweh, which refers to the covenant-keeping God. The God who promised his people that no matter what they went through, he would ultimately deliver them and care for them. Yahweh points to God’s faithfulness

I can’t help but notice the significance of the fact that Naomi put these two names of God together. In the midst of her complaint, she lived with the confidence that her capable, faithfull God would ultimately lead them to Victory!

This is not just a story in the Old Testament. This is about our God who never changes. God manages our lives for good and glorious outcomes. You can count on that. For he’s not just Shaddai; he is Yahweh. And he’s not just Yahweh; he’s Shaddai, the Lord Almighty.

You ca trust him to manage the mess in your life