when I was young.

Fields of gold
The Bright Blue Sea,
Daisies.
They smile at me.
I see your eyes,
they smile too,
as though they're saying
"I Love You"

"Petals Red!",
The Roses said.
Violets Blue,
I do to.
Let's dream of clouds of cotton white,
that shade the sun,
She shines so bright.

"Then make our day",
the Blackbirds say,
"Love ever dearly, come what may"

So take my hand and sit by me,
and whisper in my ear about the sea.
We'll sit all day,
till day is night.
And whisper about the sea till the stars are in sight.
Then take my hand before you go,

and smile at me so that I'll know,
When the Roses talk and the Blackbirds say
It's you and me,
come what may,

We'll sit again
to whisper about the sea
and see clouds of white
and Violets blue
and the Daisies
for they smile too.

All creation sing of Your Majesty, O Lord.

textmsg frm Edmund UKM : Gt nice rainbow jus rite fron out hs.
















So I ran down to see the big, beautiful rainbow. We just stood there in silence, mesmerized - and then Ed says

"Covenant".

Beautiful, Beautiful
Jesus is Beautiful
And Jesus makes Beautiful all the things in my life
Touching me, Changing me
Causing my eyes to see
Jesus makes Beautiful all the things in my life.

He CAN do the impossible.

by Max Lucado

The kingdom of heaven. Its citizens are drunk on wonder.

Consider the case of Sarai. She is in her golden years, but God promises her a son. She gets excited. She visits the maternity shop and buys a few dresses. She plans her shower and remodels her tent … but no son. She eats a few birthday cakes and blows out a lot of candles … still no son. She goes through a decade of wall calendars … still no son.

So Sarai decides to take matters into her own hands. (“Maybe God needs me to take care of this one.”)

She convinces Abram that time is running out. (“Face it, Abe, you ain’t getting any younger, either.”) She commands her maid, Hagar, to go into Abram’s tent and see if he needs anything. (“And I mean ‘anything’!”) Hagar goes in a maid. She comes out a mom. And the problems begin.

Hagar is haughty. Sarai is jealous. Abram is dizzy from the dilemma. And God calls the baby boy a “wild donkey”—an appropriate name for one born out of stubbornness and destined to kick his way into history.

It isn’t the cozy family Sarai expected. And it isn’t a topic Abram and Sarai bring up very often at dinner.

Finally, fourteen years later, when Abram is pushing a century of years and Sarai ninety … when Abram has stopped listening to Sarai’s advice, and Sarai has stopped giving it … when the wallpaper in the nursery is faded and the baby furniture is several seasons out of date … when the topic of the promised child brings sighs and tears and long looks into a silent sky … God pays them a visit and tells them they had better select a name for their new son.

Abram and Sarai have the same response: laughter. They laugh partly because it is too good to happen and partly because it might. They laugh because they have given up hope, and hope born anew is always funny before it is real.

They laugh at the lunacy of it all.

They laugh because that is what you do when someone says he can do the impossible. They laugh a little at God, and a lot with God—for God is laughing, too. Then, with the smile still on his face, he gets busy doing what he does best—the unbelievable.

He changes a few things—beginning with their names. Abram, the father of one, will now be Abraham, the father of a multitude. Sarai, the barren one, will now be Sarah, the mother.

But their names aren’t the only things God changes. He changes their minds. He changes their faith. He changes the number of their tax deductions. He changes the way they define the word impossible.

Fog-ed Up, Part 2

They fogged the house again. This time without warning, malang tidak berbau (Well, in this case, malang yang berbau la).
I was happily eating porridge + marmite + vege + egg (porridge + marmite + vege + egg are my staple diet here) and drinking Nestle's Yogurt Drink (Tropical Fruits), whilst reading The Kite Runner. It was a very relaxed time, just sitting there, chopsticks in one hand, novel in another. Yohan came back with his tapau-ed nasi kerabu, we exchange greetings. It was all very serene, calm, nothing chaotic. No rushing about, not much talking. Just quiet, book and chopsticks.

Suddenly the distant vrrrr came nearer and nearer, VRRRRR. And without any warning, the house was filled with smoke. Literally.

The calm changed to quiet shock, which broke when Yohan shouted, "Get the food off the table!", so i grabbed an empty plate to cover my precious vege, and ran to hide it, of all places, in my bedroom.

As the smoke seeped in, out of control, we frantically tried to find a place to shield ourselves from it. There wasn't anywhere. We opened the front door to run out, and more smoke came in. The "laundry room" was too full of, well, laundry, for us to even squeeze in. In the end we were driven into a corner, and there we waited with the front of our t-shirts over our noses. The fog was so thick we couldn't even see each other, let alone the rest of the house.

Well, the smoke in the house eventually subsided, because Yohan braved through all that poison to turn on the fans full blast. We still couldn't open the front door because more smoke from the stairway would get in, so we felt our way to the back windows and opened all of them wide. And hung with our arms dangling from the window grill, gasping for fresh air.
It was terrible.

However, in other news, I had a blast tonight with my GaLZ :) We had CG and a very fulfilling time discussing quiet time.
Praise the Lord for all His goodness (even the mozzie fog - it keeps dengue at bay). I am reminded again of His Love and His Sovereignty, reminded that because the LORD of all holds me, I am in good hands.
There is nothing like :)

You are my Strength

You are my Strength
Strength like no other
Strength like no other
Reaches to me

You are my Hope
Hope like no other
Hope like no other
Reaches to me

In the fullness of Your grace
In the power of Your Name
You lift me up
You lift me up

Unfailing love
Stronger than mountains
Deeper than oceans
Reaches to me

Your love O Lord
Reaches to the heavens
Your faithfulness
Reaches to the skies
-United, Savior King

If I find in myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world.

If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy,
I can only conclude that I was not made for here
If the flesh that I fight is at best only light and momentary,
then of course I'll feel nude when to where I'm destined I'm compared

Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for Hope to come for me

Am I lost or just found? On the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way?
Is this a soul that stirs in me, is it breaking free, wanting to come alive?
Cos my comfort would prefer for me to be numb
An avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become

For we, we are not long here
Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it
And I, I was made to live, I was made to love, I was made to know you
Hope is coming for me
Hope, He's coming

C.S. Lewis & Brooke Fraser

Fuming over secret camera in toilet

Can it be by some CRAZY coincidence, that this happened in MENGGATAL? Haha.

The Star, 5 Sept -

KOTA KINABALU: Tutors and students of a driving school here got a shock when they discovered a surveillance camera secretly set up in the men’s toilet.

They became even more agitated when Menggatal police station personnel refused to take their report and asked them to resolve the matter with the management of the driving school who refused to entertain their complaints.

However, police at the Karamunsing police headquarters accepted their report and a police team was sent to check the CCTV system at the driving school.

Kota Kinabalu City police chief Asst Comm Ahmad Sofi Zakaria, in confirming the report, said an investigation was under way.