My dog seems more excited

mom sis me tiger


*sis gets down from car from airport*

*yelps and shrieks with joy of her homecoming* *pounces on her*

hi..=)

oh..hi..

*pause*

so you two..how come no hug one..

*hug* XD

Baron, one-word posting works better. =D

BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Judging

something was bothering me just now. i'm being placed in a situation whereby either i point out the mistakes made or i just keep quiet and the same mistake keeps being repeated over and over again.

quote teacher kenneth : if you find there's something wrong, fix it. don't just be those that knows how to complain but don't do anything about it. God planted that passion and realisation in you for a reason. so do something about it. don't just sit and complain and don't do anything.

Matthew 7 : 3-5 = 3"Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? 4How can you say to your brother, 'Let me take the speck out of your eye,' when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? 5You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye."

don't want to be refered to the above verse. but teacher kenneth's right. i can't sit and think all these to myself only. someone's gotta say something.. >.< hmm.. talked to my mom about this for advice [ada banyak salt ba her.. XD]

what do you think the bible meant when it said 'do not judge'? what does it mean by 'judge'?

in my opinion [mixed with the effect of being brainwashed by my mom] judging means going around pointing fingers at others saying stuff like ''i don't like that person, that person is bad bad bad! i'll never be like him/her,'' or something like that. however, just by spotting a false move of someone/something doesn't necessarily means it's judging, everyone is entitled to their own opinions. but if a false move is detected, try to solve it positively instead of just sitting there complaining. the more you sit and complain and do nothing, the more it seems as though you are judging. =)

gahh..after talking to my mom, i felt much better. talking to her about issues usually make me feel better.. =D

so, what do you guys think it meant by 'do not judge'?

edmund bully me...

me edmund teacher ellaine

edmund was sitting next to me just now in tuition.

*dumps eraser dust on me*

*kicks* oh sorry sam there was an ant on your leg..

*punches over and over again* don't get angry la okay? *punches* don't angry la..

etc..

i got annoyed.. so i stayed quiet....

*punches* don't angry la sam..

*no reaction*

edmund, you know when a volcano errupts, it doesn't errupts slowly. it keeps everything inside for a long time then it PBOOM!!!.....

then you die lo..

okay ba sorry sorry..

he started being nice after that. he knew i was angry.. XD

*explaning physics (V=IR) to me* for example, i can push you easily across the room if there is nothing in the way. but if there are 2 people whom you need to go through, it'll be harder. if edmund is in your way, you need to pinch him so he'll run away. that is resistance.

*take shoe and position self to smack me with it* you touch me i smack you with this..

*glare*

okay sorry sorry..

*wipes hand on shirt cz sweaty*

okay ba sam! i'm sorry i'm sorry! *jerks away*

haha! he flinches at your tiniest movement. XD *amused*

apparently, being quiet works very well as self-defense and threat. hehehehehe........

SPM day 6

[additional mathematics]

the whole paper was hard.. =( paper1 was slightly easier, but there wasn't enough time.. paper2 was hard, and i didn't have enough time too. lost more than 20 marks in paper2. cz not enough time. -.-

was so agitated just now. -.- i sit beside the wall and it's a little uncomfortable to write cz i'm a righty and the wall is on my right. okay that is annoying enough. but just now in the afternoon the sun was smiling ever so hugely at me. it was so hot i could literally feel the hot blazing sun piercing it's burning rays on my skin. felt like a super mild corrosion on my skin. -.-

so the natural thing i could do about that was to put the curtain down. sadly the curtain is so short it's impossible to tuck it between the table and the wall. can't even shield the sun from my arm. the curtain was long enough to bother my head when it was flapping in the wind though. -.- i'm angry at the curtain. -.-

the nice invigilator noticed our suffering and opted to help tuck the curtain to the window. when she saw that the curtain was too short to cover our arms from the sun, she decided to move our tables away from the wall, nearer to the person next to us.

she motioned me playfully not to see my friends answers when she moved our tables. cz our tables were so close i could practically reach out and touch my friend's paper.

she's so nice.. but halfway through the paper she switch off our class lights. dunno why.. O.o save electricity?

the sun didn't bother us for about 10 minutes. after that the rays managed to sneak up on us again..

and then the mild corrosion began and so did the try-to-see-paper-with-sun-in-my-eyes process. -.-

we're having hot afternoons in kk.

but putrajaya is having flooding.. it's so bad people had be evacuated. pity the spm takers there. >.<

yes, scorcing feeling and being half-blinded by the sun is better than having murky waters up to your chin while you try not to get your books drowned.

God, thank You that it's not flooding here..

i'm still having cough and slight slight at-night-only flu. but i'm not gonna care and eat lotsa junkies for now. cz my next paper is 8 days away and i wanna release my overdue cravings on good unhealthy food.

constipation has striked!!! >.< i eat alot of vege and fruits lo. my body must have been affected by the stress..

conclusion, eat junkies!!

SPM day 5

[moral]

today i went to school with a hand-size pouch and my bottle only. was stunned when i saw my friends with big bulky bags.. like..what did you put in there?? i only need a piece of paper to study moral.. O.o

i found out that the piece of paper i used for moral had word errors on them. it wasn't using the exact words like how it was suppose to. -.- *sigh* it's over liao. don't think so much.. -.-

when the islam takers were done with their papers, the moral takers had half an hour left. so the islam takers left the class while the moral takers stayed back to finish the paper. right after the islam takers left, the 3/4 invigilators in my class started talking and laughing among themselves, as if in their own private world, while we still had our exam on. i kept glaring back at them. the glaring didn't work..

so i went 'SSSHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' really loudly. that did it. my classmates giggled but the invigilators shushed up. XD

apparantly i can report them.. to whom i dunno, but i don't wanna report them anyway. malas. lol..

SPM day 4

[maths]

i was feeling a little disorted when i went to school today. >.< dunno why.. when i sat for maths1 i suddenly felt like i was taking maths1 more for myself than for God. felt so horrible after that. dunno why it's maths1 that i felt as if it wasn't for God. maybe cz i didn't really study my hardest for that. =( when i was filling in answers i suddenly felt as if peace was absent..

*sigh..*

went away and pray after the exam. felt better enough to sit for maths2. this time, for God. =)

hope results come out alright. my maths1, (-3) x 0 = -3. -.-

Ants love me

sorethroat has stuck by me loyally and hatefully for days. ughhh!


i feel like a celebrity among ants. seriously. somehow they know i won't kill them unless they bite me. so everyday they crawl all over me (my room is infested with ants. -.- no food pun..). today i found about 5 ants on my piece of dirty laundry. -.- don't know what they were doing there.

love me till wanna grab my dirty laundry?

SPM day 3

[est]

today was so cool. we had only i think 24 people sitting for est in lok yuk. so when we gathered to pray before the paper outside the class, like half the sudents went out for prayer. =D

i was a little concerned at first about the essay. teacher dorothy scared all of us. targeted topics were technology, cloning and diseases. and i was afraid that i wouldn't be able to come up with anything scientific if the esaay was on biology, cz i didn't take up bio. or i would have to put in stuff like: acid rain corrodes marble because marble which contains calcium carbonate will reacts with sulphuric acid in acid rain to form something something..or something like that..

but essay was based on physics!!! friction! the easiest esaay topic i have come across. mainly cz i learnt all about it during physics. XD

me hannah john

sam i dunno how oh just now. additional information i put.. wheels are invented in tamadun hwang ho. was it invented there?
it was in tamadun mesopotamia. -.-
O.o he even remembered that..
yerr!!
know what i wrote? wheels are made from a variety of material such as wood, metal (steel), rubber and plastic. XD XD
yerrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

though it was an easy topic (for me, sorry hannah) i rushed through the writing cz there wasn't enough time. >.<>.<



i feel like.. relaxing already. 2 days to my next paper. XD

this is what the world is getting to be.

I want to be rich and I want lots of money
I don't care about clever I don't care about funny
I want loads of clothes and f**kloads of diamonds
I heard people die while they are trying to find them

I'll take my clothes off and it will be shameless
'Cuz everyone knows that's how you get famous
I'll look at the sun and I'll look in the mirror
I'm on the right track yeah I'm on to a winner

{Chorus}
I don't know what's right and what's real anymore
I don't know how I'm meant to feel anymore
When we think it will all become clear
'Cuz I'm being taken over by The Fear

Life's about film stars and less about mothers
It's all about fast cars and cussing each other
But it doesn't matter cause I'm packing plastic
And that's what makes my life so f***ing fantastic

And I am a weapon of massive consumption
And it's not my fault it's how I'm program to function
I'll look at the sun and I'll look in the mirror
I'm on the right track yeah I'm on to a winner

{Chorus}
I don't know what's right and what's real anymore
I don't know how I'm meant to feel anymore
When we think it will all become clear
'Cuz I'm being taken over by The Fear

{Bridge}
Forget about guns and forget ammunition
Cause I'm killing them all on my own little mission
Now I'm not a saint but I'm not a sinner
Now everything is cool as long as I'm getting thinner

{Chorus}
I don't know what's right and what's real anymore
I don't know how I'm meant to feel anymore
When we think it will all become clear
'Cause I'm being taken over by fear

[got this from internet.]

EricFu

18-12-2004, 01:12 PM

Well, I guess you need to know some tips for EST...From my experience in teaching Form 4 and Form 5 EST classes during my break, I noticed that not all information regarding science and technology are accurate. After all, it is EST - English for Science and Technology. It is English that matters (too bad). Therefore, when you are sitting for EST, the most important thing is that you must make sure you know nothing about science. Forget about you science classes. Read and understand what is given in the passage, and most importantly, answer questions according to the passage, NOT WHAT YOU KNOW. That's the tip that I could give after I personally taught EST in high school.


what.. where got such thing... -.- they put the word 'science and technology' in there for a reason ya know......... -.-

SPM day 2

[English 1]

i feel like posting my essay up. pretty happy with it. i know i didn't put alot of nice expressions and high quality vocab but you can't blame me. i didn't know the english language had such a wide variety of expressions and vocabs till last month when pn roseline taught me.

seriously, those of you who have gotten pn roseline as your english teacher for at least a year, if you don't get at least an A-, i don't know what have you been doing in her class.. -.- she is like the best of the best english teachers. no offence intended..=P

anyway, my essay. i used hannah's name. wasn't intending on it but it was the only name that appeared to me at that moment. the other name apart from hannah's that was in my head was.....miley..

i don't know why....okay.. >.<

title: end your essay with the sentence '..We said our goodbyes and went our seperate ways.'


I sauntered towards the school gate and stopped next to Hannah. I turned my face towards hers. She did not turn to face me, but instead her gaze was focus on the road. Her tears however, were betraying her. Large, crystal drops were flowing down her pale, translucent cheeks.

I turned away from her. As I did so, memories started to flood my mind.

I was perched on the foot of my bed, my body stiff with fear. I had remain in this position far too long and there were pins and needles by my half asleep feet. The shimmering moonlight reflected on my floor tiles, bringing light to my dark room. My heart, however was downcasted and dark.

My parents were yelling again outside my door. They have been at each other's neck for months, who know why. This fight seemed the worst though.

I hummed to myself in attempt to block the screaming, to block my parents out, to block all my problems away. The louder I hummed, the louder the roaring became.

I reached for my phone and dialled Hannah's familiar number. This was my last resort.

''Hello?'' her mumbled voice told me I had rudely awakened her.

''Were you asleep?'' my voice was hoarsed with anxiety.

''No, it's fine,'' her voice clearer now. ''Are they fighting again?''

I did not answer her.

''What do you want me to do?'' she asked patiently, lovingly.

''Can you..tell me a story?''

Hannah started prattling her spur-of-the-moment story, in efforts to distract me.

''Hannah, how does it feels like to be in a happy family?'' I interrupted her story-telling.

''Well..uhm..they don't fight,'' Hannah cautiously replied after a pause.

I started to cry.

Hannah in desperate attempt to distract me, started singing.

''Somewhere out there, someone cares for me,'' her beautiful, soothing voice filled my ears.

I supressed my sobs and focused on the angelic voice.

The voices of my parents were getting louder. Unforbiden words, unforgivable phrases were yelled.

Then silence.

All I could hear was Hannah's beautiful song.

Then I heard a slam of the door. The car engine in my garage roared to life and went away quickly.

''Hannah, I think my mom just left..'' my voice quivered.

I heard her drew a quick sharp breath for a moment.

"Somewhere out there, someone's saying a prayer,'' she continued her melody of hope.

I just lay there, sprawled on my bed, and cry and cry and cry while Hannah consoled me with her song.

My father's car rolled over and honked at me, bringing me back to present day. I wiped the hot stained tears from my cheeks and faced Hannah. This time, she turned her blotchy face towards me.

This was the end of high school. This was the end of late phone calls. This was the end of our friendship. This was the last time we would ever lay our eyes on each other again.

We both knew, this was the end. Hannah will be across the globe tomorrow, pursueing her ambition of a doctor.

We both knew, this was the end.

We said our goodbyes and went our seperate ways.

Isn't it sad.. i told my mom the story and she was laughing. -.-

[Sejarah 2]

conversation with God went something like this..

me: God i am like freaking out right now and i dunno what to study and i can only pray that agraria will come out for essay. and so i pray that agraria will come out for essay. God i am so freaking out God calm me down, clear my head. God let me do all this for you, not for myself. =( and.....i pray that agraria will come out. Jesus name, Amen.



guess what.. agraria came out for essay. XD XD question wasn't presented in the way i would want it to be but still, agraria came out. couldn't ask for more. THANK YOU GOD!!!!!!!!!

History is history. goodbye i don't think i'll miss you. XD

SPM day 1

warning: the msg below is not for chok to read until after SPM. XD

Steffi [msg] : Hey kiddies! The big exam we've been studying all the years of our life is finally here! And it'll pretty much determine the next few years of our lives! No pressure!! =D tomorrow, don't freak. Pray if that's your thing. If you don't know how to answer, skip it first. Just chill and KICK SOME ASS!

no pressure huh... XD

amazing, i don't feel like it's SPM yet. feels like a normal exam in a different class with papers coloured with pictures with the front cover saying 'lembaga peperiksaan lembaga peperiksaan lembaga peperiksaan lembaga peperiksaan' over and over again. [i started freaking out when i saw the number of 'lembaga peperiksaan' words on the cover of the paper]. oh.. i'm using the class above the guys toilet. wonderfully not stinky. im not kidding. i like that class alot more than my old class..which had 2 fans.. this class has 3 fans.

ba.. toodles. gonna go www.fanfiction.net/ for english essays. i know my english is fine but i wanna get A+. and it's not so easy getting A+............

all the best spm takers. surrender all to God. =D

Days to SPM: 2 [insert sound-effects-of-war here]

Preparation: noone will ever be 100% prepared. okay i guess..

Condition: [sick- flu, cough, sorethroat, slight fever, slight headache] - thankfully just getting better

Doctor: God

Class Party 2009

today is officially the last day where all my classmates are together. sad isn't it. some cried. i didn't see the need to shed tears though. slightly emo is fine with me..


never thought i'll say this but i really love my class. despite the craziness and high school dramas.. =)


aaron chin cooked this for teacher. so sweet oh..

in 5s3 class party. after this photo, a girl came up to cjj (pregnant guy) and clawed at the hidden balloon. it burst. couldn't stop laughing after that. XD

we had voting for a few items. from what i can remember:

1. murid paling kili christ

2. murid paling power ketawa christ

3. sleeping beauty luzeey

4. sleeping beast charlston

5. murid paling popular jons

6. murid paling jajal charlston

7. murid paling cute (lelaki) nazirul

8. murid paling cute (perempuan) carolyne

9. murid paling friendly samantha =D now how did i get this award..

10. murid paling diam vernon

11. murid paling lawak christ

12. snow white kelas umara

13. murid paling kerap pergi tandas (lelaki) marshall

14. murid paling kerap pergi tandas (perempuan) sue

15. murid paling sihat bryant jr

16. murid paling sporting christ

the certificate giving ceremony to the 'winners' were hilarious:

1. cz christ won 4 times. edwina (emcee for voting thing) got tired of announcing christ's name.

2. yang paling sihat was the obese student. he was so happy to receive the award. XD

3. when receiving his award, vernon (murid paling diam) was asked to give speech. [andrea: biar dia diam ba!!] when the class quite down, waiting for a speech, he said.. ''cakap apa'' super softly to edwina. definately diam. XD

4. christ (murid paling power ketawa) started laughing his high pitched signature laugh when he received his award. the class roared with laughter..

5. carolyne (murid paling cute (perempuan)) made herself blush tomato red when receiving her award. the adorable-ness. haha!

i don't know what to do anymore. feel like giving up. been trying all these months and he kept lying to himself and me. ''i want to change'' he says. but he's still the same. sometimes i wonder if he says that only to keep me silent and to make me happy. i know i'm not suppose to judge but he's my friend and i care for him. i don't want to regret this when i grow up.

can't you see you're blinded ka? you know you're wrong. you say you want to change. but it doesn't mean anything if you're just saying it. act it out. prove to me and all of us and most importantly, God, the person you really are. don't just be some weak guy that is all talk and no action.

the most pathetic thing is that you know about all the christian stuff that i can tell you about already. but you're so caught up in your own world. you know God wants to rescue you from the pit hole in your life. but you don't wanna get out. how then can God take you out if you're unwilling?

i don't know what you find in the ways of the world, seriously. temporary happiness? and hurt and violence and guilt and sorrow and addictions. what use is there? what's the point of following the ways of the world when it gives you broken hearts after broken hearts? you only have one heart. and it's very well obvious it's torn and ripped apart. so how? seek 'medication' from the world? the world doesn't heals. it gives you painkillers that have side effects and eventually wears off. like aspirin. God heals. His doesn't have and side effects. it doesn't wears off.

please. for the sake of yourself, don't give up. don't say ''i don't trust God''. this is all just a test. life on earth is short. don't waste it on aspirins.



i bet you dislike me.

i bet your 'love' don't like me too. she would probably use the word 'hate' on me.

know what.. i really kasian her. you're stabbing her heart and she lets you do so willingly.. =(

wake up call people!! stop living in dota land where it's good if you tear a soul. -.-

Faithful To Him

i think britney spears's song, 'lucky', was kinda like a last desperate cry to be free from all the hectiness of being a star, free from the bondages of everything, free from the pointless living and free from an empty heart etc. if i'm not mistaken she changed drastically after that song (probably not right after la but around that line). and her career and the way she brought herself up was a downhill.. =(

''antichrist'' she yelled.

i think she didn't find peace or whatever she was expecting from God. too blinded by the paparazzi, media, fame, materials, herself?

sometimes God doesn't answer our prayers right away or how we want it. but He does that cz He wants to test our faithfulness. just like how God is forever faithful to us, He wants us to be forever faithful too. we can't be just the selfish being, expecting blessings and riches from God and yet remain unworthy and unfaithful to Him. make sense? =)

so people, don't give up in your faith (the way she did. >.< not criticizing). God is always watching and guiding His children. =)

today wong kah attempted to hug me while me being cornered and him pretending to be a blind desperate guy..

and so i slapped him with my purse.. O.o

he was pretending the attempt of course..

but my freaked-out-ness wasn't fake.. O.o

and so..

i humiliate him in front of his whole class... XD XD

Essay - God's Potion

this is going to be extra extra long. but it's worth reading it. (it's fiction..)

I was suddenly awakened by the sound of an enormously loud whistle. The noise sounded similar to that of a large ship docking into a harbor. Next the sound of rumbling metal filled my ears. As I opened my eyes I was temporarily blinded. These lights seemed brighter then the summer sun. I felt goosebumps rise on my spine. I knew this mysteriously noisy thing was tremendously close and headed directly toward me. The ground beneath me shook something fierce. I quickly got my senses together and recognized this noisy object as a freight train. It was now so close the strong smell of the fumes burned my nostrils. My heart beat increased rapidly. It pounded so hard I thought it was going to jump right out of my chest. The thoughts in my head spun wild.

I had experienced wild dreams before but nothing quite like this. I pinched myself to ensure I was awake. With a quick glance around I realized I awoke in a very dangerous place. I was positioned right in the middle of a train tunnel. I knew I had little time to react and get out of the path of this train. I realized in a flash my life could be over. I strained to get my body to move. I noticed my legs were folded underneath my body and were both completely numb. I guess I’d been there long enough for the circulation to my lower body to be cut off, this causing my legs to be completely asleep. I struggled to get them to move without any luck. I figured there was no way I was going to get out of the train’s path fast enough. I said a quick prayer in my head. Down deep I thought I was really way too young to die, but in this situation there didn’t seem to be any alternative. I closed my eyes for a split second. Suddenly I remembered the potion. I hurriedly reached into my pocket and pulled out the small bottle. I quickly opened it and dumped the liquid down my throat. I swallowed hard and continued to pray for a miracle.

My thoughts were instantly thrown into a tailspin. I felt dizzy and somewhat sick to my stomach. Sort of like the time I rode the monster roller coaster on a full stomach. My surroundings were now a blur and I don’t really remember what happened next.

Time seemed to pause for a moment. Strangely everything seemed to become very quiet… I must have passed out, as the next thing I recall was some large elderly gentleman towering over me. He cleared his throat and asked if I was okay. I wiped my brown curly hair out of my eyes and stared up at him. This had to rate right up there with one of the strangest things I had ever experienced. I was completely convinced the potion had worked, it was either that or I had already died and was on my way to heaven. Another thought then crossed my mind. Just maybe I was having a really weird dream with this guy in it? My doubts about being awake and on planet earth were quickly answered. I felt the cold rough hands of the guy standing over me trying to help me up. His voice was gruff as he spoke.

“Boy, you had better get out of the tracks before another train comes along. By the way, what is a young lad like you doing sleeping here anyway? Do your parents know where you are?” the man spoke to me like he was really concerned.

I tried to answer, but my mouth was entirely too dry to speak. My lips moved but my words were less than a whisper. He must have figured I couldn’t talk. He said he would help me get out of this place before I got seriously hurt. I attempted to stand up. My legs felt like they were suddenly made of a rubber hose. I had to admit he was very strong as he lifted me off the ground seemingly without an effort. I leaned on him and he wrapped his huge right arm around my shoulder. We slowly moved toward the exit stairs. He gently pushed me up the steps ahead of him. As we climbed to the top, I noticed the door we were about to enter led to the main lobby of the train station. I slowly stepped through the doorway. I turned around to thank this man for his help. He had suddenly vanished. Strange, I thought, where had he gone so quickly? It was just like a magic trick I had once witnessed at the local carnival. I figured he must have had something really important to do to just disappear and not even say goodbye. Realizing the fact I was safe, I really wanted to get home. I decided at this point I wasn’t going to spend the time to look for him or anyone else for that matter. I thought maybe I could return later on in the day to locate this guy and thank him for his help and kindness.

I strained my thoughts to recall what had just happened moments before. I remembered why I was in the train tunnel to begin with. Earlier in the day I had explored the tunnels with some of my friends. We had played hide and seek. For a group of young boys these tunnels were a really neat place for us to play. They were unexplored territory and we just couldn’t resist the temptation. Yes, it was foolish and somewhat dangerous, but as with most youth, we didn’t have any fear and didn’t know the limits of real danger. We were just a bunch of fearless boys seeking a mission of opportunity.

Anyhow the game we played had made up specific rules to follow. To begin, one of us was nominated to be the seeker. Rule number one was once when the seeker spotted someone they had to chase them down and touch them on the back. The first one caught had to be the seeker in round two. The last one caught always got a bigger head start on the next game. Of course being chased was a lot more fun than chasing someone else, so we all strived to be the last one caught in this game.

During my turn as the seeker I set out on a search for my friends. I spotted one of my friends about a hundred feet ahead of me. I quickly burst into action. I took off running as fast as I could toward him. Like a sprinter in a race I was determined to reach my destination in record time. My feet pounded on the ground below. I tried my hardest to catch up to him. Although I was in pretty good physical shape my friend was just a little faster then me. It didn’t take long before he gained some ground and got further ahead of me. He then turned a corner in the tunnel and disappeared. I figured he probably stopped to hide temporarily. I knew if I arrived soon enough I could catch him. I continued to put an all out effort to run faster. At one point I think my legs moved faster then I thought my brain would allow. I felt my heart pump fast with every step on the hard concrete floor. I was determined to catch up to my target. Just as I rounded another corner in the tunnel, my left foot suddenly slipped on something slick and I stumbled. Next my body sailed a few inches off of the floor and I slammed into the nearby wall. I crashed to the ground hard but not before bumping my head against the concrete wall. I hit the floor hard and this knocked me out temporarily. I don’t know how long I was actually out, but the next thing I recollect was the oncoming train.
I now stood in the safety of the train station and recalled these recent events. I reached in my pocket for the bottle that contained my potion. The bottle was still there, but was now empty. I suddenly felt a chill go through my body. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and goose bumps rose on my arms.

On one hand I was glad the potion had worked, but then again I felt a little disappointed. I realized I had just used my once in a life-time potion at the young age of ten years old. I remembered when my mother gave me this bottle and informed me of its power. I recall laughing at her. It took some convincing, but she finally persuaded me to carry it with me everywhere I went. “For your safety, you will thank me someday,” She said to me as she forced the bottle into my jeans pocket.

I recall when my mother explained to me about the power of this potion. Mother said this magic liquid was “God’s potion” for me to use when the time was right. She instructed me to use it only if I had no other choice. She made me promise to say a prayer just before and after taking it. She told me I only had one dosage to use. She said only to use it for an unusual situation, such as an incident I felt I couldn’t control. She cautioned me on the fact that once it was used it would be gone forever. Mother said the power of this potion wasn’t to be taken lightly. “God’s potion”, as she called it, was a very special gift to have and not everyone had it. The disadvantage, she would say, was only getting to use it once. She told me to be very selective and only use it when the time seemed right.

As a young child I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant at the time. Mother told me this potion could be used to change a life event, in other words to alter the outcome of a bad situation when all else had failed. Well, I would guess that’s exactly what it did.

As I walked home alone that afternoon, I felt like one of the luckiest kids on this planet earth. I had just survived a very dramatic incident. I said many thanks in my head to my mother for all of her advice and ensuring I carry this magic potion. I also said a prayer in out loud for being fortunate enough to have such a great mother. The potion mother had given me had worked like a charm. Had I not used the potion, I probably wouldn’t be standing here today telling this tale. That train would have surely run right over me, leaving nothing more than maybe my tennis shoes in its tracks.

After I arrived home that day, I entered the living room of our house and approached my mother. She stood up and greeted me half way across the room. I sensed she knew something spectacular had happened to me. I could feel my body tremble as I reached out to give her a big hug. She smiled and hugged me back with warm welcome arms. We stood there for what seemed like entirety just holding each other. It seemed weird because it was as if she already knew something wonderful had just happened to me. She waited for me to tell her rather then questioning me about it like normal.

I finally spoke out and told her about my experience earlier in the train tunnel. As I looked at her an enormous smile crossed her face. I thanked her for what seemed like a million times for educating me about the potion and convincing me to carry it.

Mother praised me for giving thanks, but of course she added the reminder of the dangers of playing in the train tunnel to begin with. I knew this was coming, but she really surprised me and didn’t harp on it very long. I let her know I was sorry for making her worry. I also told her I was sad that I had used my potion, because now I no longer had it.

Mother just grinned and assured everything would be okay. She was always like that. She seemed to know exactly what to say to help me feel better. She then took my hands in hers. She squeezed them gently and I felt the warmth of her love and concern. She looked me straight in the eyes and told me she had a confession to make. She motioned me to follow her into another room.

We entered the kitchen and I watched her as she reached under the sink and pulled out an empty bottle very similar to the one that contained my potion.

She then told me a story about when she was younger and her mother educating her on the magic power of the potion. Mother then confessed she had also learned the true secret of this great potion at a very young age. She said her mother had given her a bottle of potion with the same exact instructions I had received from her. Mother said it was when she was about eight years of age she had resorted to using her magic potion for the first time. Like me, she was just totally amazed at its power. Mother said at that time she vowed to educate her own children someday of this great secret.

I was totally confused at this point. She told me the time was right for her to share this wonderful secret with me. She reached up and turned on the faucet of sink and filled the bottle with tap water. She approached the cabinet nearby and took out some red food coloring, dumping just a touch in the bottle. She motioned for me to close my eyes. She then reached out for my hand and gently squeezed it. She whispered a short quiet prayer. She handled the bottled with care as she gently shook it up. She then handed me the bottle. I felt my hands tremble as I took it from her. I stood there with a completely dumbfounded look on my face.
Mother informed me she had a job for me to do. I shook my head like I didn’t fully understand. She looked me straight in the eyes and asked me if I remembered learning about the power of prayer through all of my childhood and church experiences.

“But mother, I drank the potion and know it worked. I would have died in those train tunnels today had it not been for the potion,” I said, trying to convince mother I felt very strongly about it working.

“Did you pray?” Mother asked me.

“Well, yes I did but…” I paused as she looked at me with her most serious eyes.

“Son, it wasn’t the potion that saved you,” She said.

“But mother…”

“Shhh”, she put her finger against my lips motioning my silence, “Hush now and listen closely to me son.”

She then informed me the bottle of “God’s potion” I received from her was exactly the same as the one she had just filled with only colored water. She explained to me the power of prayer was to give thanks, but if things really got out of control and one needed help they shouldn’t hesitate to pray for it.

Just then I realized what she was trying to convince me of. I experienced a similar form when I was lying in the train tracks. I felt cold chills run through my body and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. Wow! I thought. Was it the power of prayer that had saved me earlier today? I then recalled the moment I passed out just before the train arrived in the tunnel. As I woke up the elderly gentleman was stood over me. He must have pulled me out of the way just in time, but who was he and where did he come from? Mother’s explanation was he must have been an angel in disguise. She said he was surely sent down from heaven above and placed on earth just in time to save me. She reminded me I was one of God’s children and he would always look out after me. She said God would always be there no matter what, especially when I needed him most.

Mother reminded me not to abuse the power of prayer, but rather always be grateful and thank God for everything everyday. I really had a hard time believing everything she told me. Mother had a certain way of convincing me she was serious and that I really shouldn’t doubt her. A million and one thoughts filled my tiny little head. My brain appeared totally scrambled as these thoughts swirled around. I was really trying to grasp and process all of this information.

Even after all mother had said I still had my doubts. I decided what I needed to do. I was determined to return to the train station and locate the stranger who had saved my life. Of course when I mentioned this to mother, she spoke up instantly and tried to convince me not to go. She said it would be a waste of my time, but of course I wasn’t fully listening. At this point I only had one thing on my mind I felt was really important. So I began my mission of seeking out the truth.

I returned to the train station about an hour later. I was on a frantic search for this “angel in disguise”, as mother had called him. I remembered he wore a bright yellow slicker and shiny black boots, so I thought he should easily stick out in the crowd. I spent over an hour asking around and inquiring about him. Strangely not one person there, including the station manager, recalled seeing this guy.

This just can’t be so I thought. How could this guy be at the train station earlier and nobody but me be able to see him? I spent another half an hour searching around in and near the tunnels in an attempt to find my “hero”. Even with all of this I didn’t have any luck locating him. I was just about to give up searching and exit the train station. I turned to look around one more time. Surprisingly I noticed my mother standing just a few feet away. I figured she must have followed me to the train station just to ensure my safety on this journey. She slowly approached me with a broad smile on her face. I looked in her eyes and they were gleaming brightly. She then nodded her head toward me as if to confirm my question of doubt. I felt my heart beat increase. Within seconds it pounded inside so hard I thought it was about to jump out of my chest. I felt warm beads of sweat roll down the side of my head. Suddenly I knew mother had been right all along and I had been on an impossible mission.

Finally, once I accepted all of this as being the truth, I knew from that day forward my faith would be stronger than ever. Although I figured I would no longer need to carry a bottle of potion, I would anyway just for a constant reminder of my recent experience. I made a vow to share my knowledge of the great power above with others.

That wonderful warm afternoon, mother and I walked home together. We remained silent most of the way home. Once we entered our house she reminded me about the job she needed me to do. Of course I was readily willing to do whatever she needed. I thought it was my turn to pay her back something for all of the wonderful things she had done for me. Mother then handed me another bottle of “God’s potion” and informed me it was my turn to educate my younger brother about this wonderful gift. I gladly accepted this task and was really glad mom trusted me to do it.

Of course upon approaching my brother, like me, he thought all of this sounded pretty silly and unbelievable. I just know he will thank me someday when the time comes…once a believer, always a believer.

***The End***

Author: Roger Alan Worley

Testimony : One match

today we had chemistry experiment. each group had to light up 4 spirit lamps, filled with methanol, ethanol, propanol, and but-1-ol (i think) respectively. as usual, there were very limited amount of matches given to each group.

our group started out with methanol, got stuck in ethanol (the flame from the match wouldn't go on the spirit lamp. -.-), moved on to propanol and then but-1-ol. then back to ethanol. by then we had 2 matches left. 2 matches left to try light up the spirit lamp.

if any of you were there in my group, you would have witnessed matches after matches being wasted before in attempt to light up the ethanol-filled spirit lamp. andrea and rica even wetted the tip of the lamp with ethanol several times cz it's suppose to catch fire easily.

so down to the last 2 matches. if i 'm not mistaken, we were the last group by then and kinda like the only group with matches left.

rica took 1 match and attempted to light up the lamp. the flame touched the lamp but the lamp wouldn't catch fire. then..the flame was extinguished.. =(

i wanted to do the next and last match. so i said a simple quick prayer while andrea wet the lamp with ethanol even more. then while i was attempting to cause friction on the match with the matchbox, rica offered to do it. cz my hands were shaking a bit (i dunno why.. last match ba.... -.- XD)

but rica said that too late. the flame was on the match already. lol. so i placed it again near the lamp. waited for a moment. and guess what? (don't need to guess la.. -.- ) the lamp caught fire!! =D

it was amazing the way we wasted so many matches (5?) trying to light up the ethanol-filled lamp. and on the last match i decided to pray a short prayer. and it caught fire. =) God decided to use the last match yet again to remind me the power of prayer and faith. wow.

For SPM..

my credit expired today and i'm not intending to reload till after spm. probably. it's not such a long time away anyway. don't wanna reload cz i don't want my phone distracting me while i study. hehe.. also while i study, don't wanna be disturb with random people wanting to chat. so.....if anyone wants a reply from me, call me. XD

15 days to SPM!!!!!!!!!

pray for me kay readers-of-my-blog-which-happens-to-be-not alot-of-people. i wanna get my SPM results accesorized with many As and no C or D and i want to be able to tell God ''i did this for You!'' hehehe..

happy birthday davina!! =)

The Vision of the Keyhole

thought i should post this up..

last week while i was praying, i saw like a big big keyhole, and in it were all my family, relatives, friends, basically people i'm good with or hang out with or care for. then a cloud of darkness hovered towards the top of the keyhole. then..i saw nothing after that. probably cz i opened my eyes..

i dunno who the 'cloud of darkness' is gonna kena, but right after that muncul the high school drama on the previous post and the bbq party at friend's house where people started getting drunk.. and i don't think that vision was only meant for these two events. so to all you people out there, jaga-jaga la sikit, especially your spiritual life..heh..

i dunno if this vision brought many problems to spring out like mushroom after the rain recently(lol) or have i just been more aware of the people and the things happening around me after the vision or the problems have actually been going on for a while, but this vision just opened my eyes. hehe..

God bless you guys!