Because I won't trade every,single thing that happened, for any other thing.
Hint 1: not mine.
(due to cats.kittens & more kittens.)
because classes were always enjoyable.
Alex.Johnny..& guess which of the girls is me?
Ant Bug & Shan.
now now, what were you thinking?!!
Alisson!! *left*( Al's younger sister who rocks the dong-dong socks!)
And the one you've been waiting for....
Getting out was also a problem really.
Alexis Tiramisu and Cherry Sauce. *ahhhhhh*That you were lousy...
That it was all not worth it,
that you had your problems,
problems which honestly, I could never really help solve..
No matter how hard I tried.
Was it my fault? Could I have done more?
Everywhere I went, I went with you, though you didn’t say much,
Your presence was undeniably felt... and felt deeply.
Till of all days...
Today, my parents had to step in the way, saying those haunting words to me...
“NO MORE OF THIS!”
I saw it coming, everything in me sensed it coming..
but hope kept me going...
Hope kept US going.
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LOL. I really can’t go on with this sentimental CRAP lar.
I just miss my EX-car, my dad decided to sell it off today.
Back to the good ol’ public transport days...where people stare at your face, your ahem, your hands, yours legs, your everything weirdly.
* Buzz off with the bees okay if you say it builds character! It does Psychological damage okay??* jk. =)
(P/S Thanks for all the condolences messages, didn't know news spread so fast.)
2 Timothy 4:2 If we do only what we feel inclined to do, some of us would do nothing forever and ever. There are unemployables in the spiritual domain, spiritually decrepit people, who refuse to do anything unless they are supernaturally inspired. The proof that we are rightly related to God is that we do our best whether we feel inspired or not. – Oswald Chambers.
While I was wallowing in self-pity(disgusting) for failing maths (mocks),
jittery for not getting enough sleep the night before;
I felt like starting my car and speeding home right after my classes,
Honestly, the last thing I wanted to do was lead worship for CF...until I read the passage above to snap me out of my sickening emotional moodiness.
So what if I had a bad day? Doesn’t God still deserve our highest praises?
So what if i’m going through a really tough time, and it seems like there’s nothing I can do?
Doesn’t God know the circumstances we are in? Does it mean we can’t worship Him anymore if things aren’t as smooth as we love and so want them to be?
God gave us feelings, but if we’re not careful, emotions & feelings become our god without even us realizing it.
God is still and always God, whether we feel him or we don’t.
For our moral project, our group decided to head down to Petaling Street to feed the homeless and the poor. We contacted the person in charge of the “street ministry” for that area, which were organized by a few churches, mainly by KL Wesley and FGA KL.
We started by helping prepare the food, chicken curry rice and some vegetables & chinese tea. They started by singing a few songs and a short sharing from one of the church members. After that, we started distributing the plates of chicken curry rice together with the chinese tea.
I could see that hunger and loneliness were written all over their faces, as I distributed the food out, quickly as some may have been starving for days, I smiled at them, not because I was happy that they were homeless and poor, but rather because I count it a joy to be able to serve and help them even in the smallest way.
After we distributed the food to the big crowd of approximately 100 plus, we had to begin to start collecting the plates and cups for those who had finished. A lot of them just gobbled down the food, half of their faces were covered in curry as they quickly quenched their hunger and thirst. A pang of sympathy and sadness struck me, I have never seen so many hungry and homeless people in real life, all I did was read them on newspapers, see them on news or just hear about other people talk about them; but this time, it was completely different, the real thing was and is always completely different.
As we were collecting the plates, the piece of chicken given to every single person there was completely eaten up, leaving only the bones. I could see they really appreciated the meal and the drink, not one drop of tea or a single grain of rice was left.
After the meals, we also started distributing packets of biscuits from them to take back. A plastic bag containing about 5 packets of biscuits were given to each of them and they were more than happy to receive them. A few of them were rather impatient and shouted for it, but we tolerated with them and cheerfully gave it to them nonetheless. Even though they were only limited to one plastic bag of biscuit each, I noticed that some dishonestly stuffed it into their bags and asked for more. I told them they were only limited to one plastic bag each, as it would not be sufficient if everyone took more than one.
I also took time to talk to them, even though I spent most of my time talking to an old chinese-speaking uncle, Ah Foo. He use to be a taxi driver, but after retiring he couldn’t find a job and is currently homeless without any family. He was telling me how he came to Kuala Lumpur from Perak when he was just 17 and started working as a taxi driver ever since then. His eyes showed great loneliness when I first started talking to him, but after a while, he began brightening and opening up to us( my friend Hong Chin). He did most of the talking, we did most of the listening and enquiring. It was his first time there that day, just as we were first timers there.
At the same time, some of the other church members were distributing medicine, bandages etc. I saw an Indian man who had severe wounds on his knees, he couldn’t really talk or explain what he wanted verbally, all he did was just let out his hands and pointed at his knees. Some antiseptic cream and bandages were immediately given out, entirely free of charge. I immediately thought of how many others that were suffering out there, with wounds or injuries yet not having enough money to see a doctor and purchase the necessary antiseptics... how many others out there who did not know such free medication were given out to those in need... My heart cringed.
There was also a pregnant woman lining up with her 2 year old daughter. She seems to be a frequent visitor there as many of the church members greeted her warmly and started playing with the daughter.They too were lining up for the free medications. I didn’t get the chance to talk to them, but all i did was just smile at the mother and the daughter, and they returned a warm smile back. Wished I could have gotten to know them more, their background, their circumstances.
I also noticed some of the other homeless men were taking out cigarettes to smoke and some were poking needles and taking drugs after the meals. I was careful that I was not caught staring least I accidentally raised their anger. One of the church members began explaining to us, that many of them came from broken families and were homeless and loitering around since they were young, it is not their fault entirely that they are like that, they have become so addicted to it and to change them, it’s close to impossible. It made me wonder how they had money to purchase things like cigarettes and drugs, but had no money to buy food or clothes. Or did they steal those things? Were cigarettes or drugs more important than food and clothes to them?
All in all, this moral project really opened my eyes, even though in a small way, to the suffering and difficulties so many are going through, whether it be the homeless, the hungry, the poor, the needy...It never struck such a consciousness in me for them. Just by distributing the food, the drinks, talking to them or just simply listening and observing them, it instilled a sense of sympathy and love for them, giving me a desire to help them more, and in any way I could in that moment, to ease their comfort or just make them happy and joyful.
