Showing posts with label Personal Thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Personal Thoughts. Show all posts

In Just One Click...

Monday, June 20, 2011 - Labels: , - 0 Comments

Until now I don't know how much I give my time for my passion...photography.

Back since November 2009, I unintentionally holding a DSLR camera of a friend of mine during an event and started with a few clicks of photos. I found out that the outcome not just a picture, or an ordinary image. It somehow explains everything what I see through my very own eyes, recorded on a plane of thousands of pixels.

YES!! I get addicted taking photos since the moment then!! Hahaha...I did not hesitate myself taking pictures anytime and anywhere. As long as I have camera (cellphones, compact SLR, DSLR, etc.) I would not hold them for exhibition, I'd love to take at least one shot of moments before my eyes.

Even my passion climaxed when I created a page of my photography in Facebook.

But one thing I know why I can't stop taking photos...I want people to see that there are the goodness of life around them, JUST around them that they might overlooked. Some people don't realize this, but through the pictures, it is hoped that they may open the eyes of those who have not opened yet...Erm, I speak too 'flowery' but I hope that you could understand. Heh, it's like I have my own recipe of taking photos...

How about yours? What is your passion and how do you cherish it?

Where Are You Christmas?

Wednesday, December 8, 2010 - Labels: , - 1 Comments























Christmas is around the corner. And for most of us, Christmas is about Christmas trees, presents, Santa Claus, or food and drinks served during the occasions. But maybe somehow we missed something for Christmas; maybe our friends, families, those who are suffering, neglected or in grief. Let us reflect about it through this song by Faith Hill :

Where are you Christmas?
Why can't I find you?
Why have you gone away?
Where is the laughter
You used to bring me?
Why can't I hear music play?

My world is changing
I'm rearranging
Does that mean Christmas changes too?

Where are you Christmas
Do you remember
The one you used to know
I'm not the same one
See what the time's done
Is that why you have let me go

Christmas is here
Everywhere, oh
Christmas is here
If you care, oh

If there is love in your heart and your mind
You will feel like Christmas all the time

I feel you Christmas
I know I've found you
You never fade away
The joy of Christmas
Stays here in silence
Fills each and every heart with love

Where are you Christmas
Fills your heart with love

Everyday God

Tuesday, August 10, 2010 - Labels: , - 0 Comments

I just want to share with you, a reflection on God's love towards us. I heard this song before in my friend's room in campus, and it really touches my heart, make me feel how much does God really loves us and somehow I feel at peace that I am really comforted by Him. It is a very good reflection song that you really want to hear it somewhere that is quiet and tranquil. Here is the video I found in YouTube, and the lyrics are shown below the video box.


Earth's creator,
Everyday God,
Loving Maker,
O Jesus,
You who shaped us,
O Spirit,
Recreate us,
Come, be with us.

In your presence,
Everyday God,
We are gathered,
O Jesus,
You have called us,
O Spirit,
To restore us,
Come, be with us.

Life of all lives,
Everyday God,
Love of all loves,
O Jesus,
Hope of all hopes,
O Spirit,
Light of all lights,
Come, be with us.

In our resting,
Everyday God,
In our rising,
O Jesus,
In our hoping,
O Spirit,
In our waiting,
Come, be with us.

In our dreaming,
Everyday God,
In our daring,
O Jesus,
In our searching,
O Spirit,
In our sharing,
Come, be with us.

God of laughter,
Everyday God,
God of sorrow,
O Jesus,
Home and shelter,
O Spirit,
Strong and patient,
Come, be with us.

Way of freedom,
Everyday God,
Star of morning,
O Jesus,
Timeless healer,
O Spirit,
Flame eternal,
Come, be with us.

Word of gladness,
Everyday God,
Word of mercy,
O Jesus,
Word of friendship,
O Spirit,
Word of challenge,
Come, be with us.

Gentle father,
Everyday God,
Faithful brother,
O Jesus,
Tender sister,
O Spirit,
Loving mother,
Come, be with us.

Our beginning,
Everyday God,
Our unfolding,
O Jesus,
Our enduring,
O Spirit,
Journey's ending,
Come, be with us.

Alleluia,
Everyday God,
Now and always,
O Jesus,
Alleluia,
O Spirit,
Through all ages,
Come, be with us.

The Room

Monday, February 22, 2010 - Labels: , - 0 Comments

I can only imagine...
Heaven as written by a 17 Year Old Boy....a wonderful writting, tanx 2 Pres, she shared dis story 2 me n other frens....

This is excellent and really gets you thinking about what will happen in 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's parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out the teenager's locker at Teays Valley High School in Pickaway County

Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his life near them, notes from classmates and teachers, and his homework. Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen's life. But it was only after Brian's death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized that their son had described his view of heaven.

It makes such an impact that people want to share it. "You feel like you are there," Mr. Moore said.. 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 Moore 's 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.

Here is Brian's essay:

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 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, 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, and 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.

"For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life." John 3:16

If you feel the same way forward it to as many people as you can so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My "People I shared the gospel with" file just got bigger, how about yours?

McD values

Saturday, January 23, 2010 - Labels: , - 2 Comments

Hello...everybody...

btw it's been a while i'm not blogging, my laptop's just have been sent to Kuching...

motherboard rosak, so dats mean i can't online very often for a month...

huhuhu

owh...HAPPY NEW YEAR 2010!!

nvm, i juz wanna share with you 2day...

do all of you love to dine at McD??

McD could be everyone's favourite (though sum people hates it)

i am the one

i mean, those who love it

i was eating a Big Mac combo lunch at a McD outlet in KK

the outlet was quite packed, with customers

i sat nearby a group of European tourists

they were also enjoying their lunch there

but one thing that amused me was...

after they finished their lunch

they juz picked up the tray, with all the food wrappers from their meal

leaving their seat with those things

and throw them away into the rubbish bin

by themselves

that we locals consider that gesture should be the job for the McD workers

it makes me think

of a good example that we should also practice...anywhere we are....

will you think the same?

Five Loaves and Two Fishes

Monday, December 14, 2009 - Labels: , - 0 Comments

Beautiful song by Corrinne May, that brought me into a deepful thought.

A minute of words....

Wednesday, November 4, 2009 - Labels: - 0 Comments

Exam week starts, tense and passion of revision getting stronger. Huh, I thought this will pass as time goes by.

Em, I did not plan to write anything though, nothing but to voice out my soul for the past few days here in my blogsite. Its all about the feel of tense, tense and more tense!!

Hahaha besa la tu, masa masa dekat exam baru start rasa macam tu…

Anyway, that’s it…gonna continue back my studies now….chiow~~

The Jack In Us...Do You?

Monday, March 23, 2009 - Labels: - 0 Comments

This is a quite wonderful story for our thoughts that i found in the Lectio, about a person named Jack, fell down a cliff and how he solve the problem. Now, here's the story:

A man named Jack was walking along a steep cliff one day, when he accidentaly got too close to the edge and fell. On the way down he grabbed a branch, which temporarily stopped his fall. He looked down and to his horror saw that cliff fell straight down for more than a thousand feet. He could not hang onto the branch forever, and there was no way for him to climb up the steep wall of the cliff. So, Jack began yelling for help, hoping that someone passing by would hear him and lower a rope or something.


"HELP! HELP! Is anyone up there?"


He yelled for a long time but no one heard him. He was about to give up when he heard a voice.


"Jack, Jack, can you hear me?"

"Yes, yes! I can hear you. I'm down here."

"I can see you, Jack. Are you alright down there?"

"Yes, but who are you? And where are you?"

"I am the LORD Jack. I'm everywhere."

"The LORD? You mean, GOD?"

"That's Me."

"God, please help me! I promise if You'll get me down from here, I'll stop sinning. I'll be a really good person. I'll serve You for the rest of my life."

"Easy on the promises, Jack. Let's get you off from there, then we can talk. Now, here's what I want you to do. Listen carefully."

"I'll do anything, Lord. Just tell me what to do."

"OK. Let go OFF the branch."

"WHAT??"

"I said, let go OFF the branch. Just trust Me. Let go."

There was along silence. Finally Jack yelled.

"HELP! HELP! IS ANYONE ELSE UP THERE?"

Have you ever felt like in Jack's situation? Just saying something is a simple thing to do, we'll say that we want to know the will of God. But when we get to know what it is, we could'nt handle it. We're doomed, full of fear, and don't know what to do. We ought to look elsewhere. When He says, "Let go off the things that stand between you and Me, and trust Me in your life", it sounds pretty scary. But when we let go, we find FREEDOM and SAFETY in His hands...
GBU...

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