Monday, May 7, 2012
PERFECT LOVE
Kasih yang sempurna
Telah ku trima dari Mu
Bukan kerna kebaikan ku
Hanya oleh Kasih Karunia Mu
Kau pulihkan aku
Layakkan ku tuk dapat memanggil Mu Bapa
Kau bri yg ku pinta
Saat ku mencari ku mendapatkan
Ku ketuk pintu Mu dan Kau bukakan
Sbab Kau Bapa ku
Bapa yang kekal
Takkan Kau biarkan
Aku melangkah hanya sendirian
Kau selalu ada bagiku
Sbab Kau Bapaku
Bapa yang kekal....
Almost the end...
We have almost come to an end of the term. So the AJK PERKEB 2011/12. Even as the interview was done today, i remembered a year ago.. Those questions asked and the answers. The commitment and etc. 1 year flies so fast. Now I am ending my term as AJK already. It's time to move on to other things. I am really glad for the privilege and opportunity to serve in PERKEB. PERKEB PERKEB. A good place for us to serve and to grow.
Whether we become AJK or not, it doesn't matter so much. What matters most is whether we are growing in the Lord or not during our students life because working life will be different altogether. Some of us are leaving UKM and soon to own the title ALUMNI whereas some are moving to another year in UKM. Ahhh.. I can't wait to say, "IT'S MY FINAL YEAR!!"
Whatever it is... May each and everyone of us continue to serve the Lord in various ways and may our life be blessings. =) Nites.
Whether we become AJK or not, it doesn't matter so much. What matters most is whether we are growing in the Lord or not during our students life because working life will be different altogether. Some of us are leaving UKM and soon to own the title ALUMNI whereas some are moving to another year in UKM. Ahhh.. I can't wait to say, "IT'S MY FINAL YEAR!!"
Whatever it is... May each and everyone of us continue to serve the Lord in various ways and may our life be blessings. =) Nites.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
BUT this is what I saw...
"But this is what I saw.
I saw friends who had never shown an interest in politics coming with their wives and children to say they wanted free and fair elections, because rightly or wrongly, they believe that the electoral system is flawed. They were not there to be violent.
I saw in the narrow alleys cutting through to Lebuh Ampang, a group of young and old Muslims, praying as a Jemaah in their distinctive yellow T-shirts. They were not there to be violent.
I saw many mothers and their teenaged daughters; fathers holding up small children. They were not there to be violent.
I saw the normally reticent Chinese, many young people among them, taking to the streets — either in green “Stop Lynas” or yellow Bersih tees. I saw this refined old Malay gentleman, well dressed and in his 60s, holding on firmly to an equally distinguished looking Chinese gentleman of similar age, marching to show that they were friends united in a cause. I saw this elderly Chinese lady, caught by a skull-capped, bearded PAS Unit Amal, as she almost stumbled and fell while taking photographs. I heard him say: “Aunty, jaga-jaga sikit. Jangan jatuh…”
I saw the lawyer-type Indian gentlemen and ladies marching proudly, side by side their spouses and children, laughing and joking in between chanting “Hidup Bersih.” I saw them passing water bottles to those who did not have any; I saw them aiding the old; I saw them carrying the young; I saw — after such a long, long time, Malaysians who represent the spectrum of the Malaysia that should be, united in purpose.
None of them were there to be violent.
Many a time I choked up — like when they burst into the national anthem and despite the heat and the rush of bodies, trying to stand at attention. Like when they played around with the huge yellow balloon, pushing it from one to another, like a carnival. Like when I saw the children and fathers of different races looking out for each other, offering a tissue or a sweet, holding up umbrellas for the old. Like when this teenaged Chinese boy asked me: “Uncle, why you not wearing yellow?” Like when the old Kelantanese man — whom I knew not from Adam — spoke to me in Jalan Tuanku Abdul Rahman: “Dah make? Make dulu. Lama nak tunggu.” (Have you eaten? Better eat. It’s a long wait.)
Who, I ask myself, among them was there to be violent? To whom should we pose this question?
Tell us Tan Sri Fuad. Tell us Datuk Seri Hishammuddin. Please tell us Datuk Seri Najib and Tan Sri Muhyiddin Yassin. Please tell us Datuk Seri Rais Yatim because you, who once led unruly demonstrations when you were in Semangat 46, had so many mean things to say about us. Tell us Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad, you who ruled us for 23 years and brooked no dissent — who among this crowd of elderly to very young, representing the 1 Malaysia you all pay lip service to, who were the violent ones out to overthrow the Government?"
Taken from Saya Anak Malaysia FB page.
* I am really touched by the unity of the people. Although there was violence but other than that, people who really understand what Bersih is all about stay calm, and helped each other in the midst of standing under scorching hot sun.. No racism, no sexism and whatever-sm on that day. People just stay united*
I saw friends who had never shown an interest in politics coming with their wives and children to say they wanted free and fair elections, because rightly or wrongly, they believe that the electoral system is flawed. They were not there to be violent.
I saw in the narrow alleys cutting through to Lebuh Ampang, a group of young and old Muslims, praying as a Jemaah in their distinctive yellow T-shirts. They were not there to be violent.
I saw many mothers and their teenaged daughters; fathers holding up small children. They were not there to be violent.
I saw the normally reticent Chinese, many young people among them, taking to the streets — either in green “Stop Lynas” or yellow Bersih tees. I saw this refined old Malay gentleman, well dressed and in his 60s, holding on firmly to an equally distinguished looking Chinese gentleman of similar age, marching to show that they were friends united in a cause. I saw this elderly Chinese lady, caught by a skull-capped, bearded PAS Unit Amal, as she almost stumbled and fell while taking photographs. I heard him say: “Aunty, jaga-jaga sikit. Jangan jatuh…”
I saw the lawyer-type Indian gentlemen and ladies marching proudly, side by side their spouses and children, laughing and joking in between chanting “Hidup Bersih.” I saw them passing water bottles to those who did not have any; I saw them aiding the old; I saw them carrying the young; I saw — after such a long, long time, Malaysians who represent the spectrum of the Malaysia that should be, united in purpose.
None of them were there to be violent.
Many a time I choked up — like when they burst into the national anthem and despite the heat and the rush of bodies, trying to stand at attention. Like when they played around with the huge yellow balloon, pushing it from one to another, like a carnival. Like when I saw the children and fathers of different races looking out for each other, offering a tissue or a sweet, holding up umbrellas for the old. Like when this teenaged Chinese boy asked me: “Uncle, why you not wearing yellow?” Like when the old Kelantanese man — whom I knew not from Adam — spoke to me in Jalan Tuanku Abdul Rahman: “Dah make? Make dulu. Lama nak tunggu.” (Have you eaten? Better eat. It’s a long wait.)
Who, I ask myself, among them was there to be violent? To whom should we pose this question?
Tell us Tan Sri Fuad. Tell us Datuk Seri Hishammuddin. Please tell us Datuk Seri Najib and Tan Sri Muhyiddin Yassin. Please tell us Datuk Seri Rais Yatim because you, who once led unruly demonstrations when you were in Semangat 46, had so many mean things to say about us. Tell us Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad, you who ruled us for 23 years and brooked no dissent — who among this crowd of elderly to very young, representing the 1 Malaysia you all pay lip service to, who were the violent ones out to overthrow the Government?"
Taken from Saya Anak Malaysia FB page.
* I am really touched by the unity of the people. Although there was violence but other than that, people who really understand what Bersih is all about stay calm, and helped each other in the midst of standing under scorching hot sun.. No racism, no sexism and whatever-sm on that day. People just stay united*
Monday, April 30, 2012
To be different
Singapore is a constant pursuit of excellence. A constant, constant drive to get better, be better, and account to everyone else how you are better.
The other day we watched a video of a very gifted friend speak about her first two years in teaching. It was painfully real, honest and humbling. And I was so grateful that someone had finally spoken up and described things as they were. Some of my friends were confused how she'd managed to pass her teaching course, having made so all those mistakes she was so honest in sharing. Of course I replied that she was a very humble person and I'm sure she had actually passed with flying colours.
But within, I knew the truth—that none of us is as good as we crack ourselves up to be—and my humble friend had just been honest enough to point out the emperor's nudity.
We create dizzily high standards for ourselves to adhere to, because that's what society expects of us. But we're just human. And if you define human the same way I do, then I think the platter of mistakes is far closer to who we are than the list of achievements we try to scramble together about ourselves for our supervisors to admire.
But rather than admit how flawed we are, we crown ourselves with false modesty and expect praise from others.
I don't think society is ever going to change that though. I don't think we're ever going to move towards a society where it's cool to be wrong. We are told to tell our students that it's okay to make mistakes, but we don't extend the same grace to our colleagues, or to ourselves.
But Christians have a different calling. Christian, don't bow. Don't cave in. Don't blend in with everyone else who's trying to prove what a great teacher or doctor or economic contributor they're going to be. Please. From one Christian to another, I can't do it all by myself. I need you to boast in your weaknesses, so I know it's safe to boast in mine. Please be different. Please be secure in your identity in Christ, and know that your only duty is to act justly, love mercy and to walk humbly with your God. If you really believe you're forgiven, then stop trying to justify yourself. Stop trying to convince yourself you're on the right side of the fence when you hear a sermon, or when you discuss one. Know that you're not, but you're saved anyway. Of all people, Christians should be most unsurprised when receiving criticism, most loving when wronged, and most grateful when praised. Please be those people for me. Because I don't think we're meant to survive this success-driven world alone.
I need that from you.
Taken from http://paper-angels.blogspot.com/2012/04/christian-fellowship.html.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Thank you! Xie Xie! Kam Siah! Terima kasih! Arigato Kozaimasu!!
Simple things can made one smile.
Words can either build you up or destroy you. BUT today words proved to encourage and build us up=)
With all your encouragement, every efforts seems WORTHWHILE now =)
Thank you!! Thank you!! Thank you!! =))
Words can either build you up or destroy you. BUT today words proved to encourage and build us up=)
With all your encouragement, every efforts seems WORTHWHILE now =)
Thank you!! Thank you!! Thank you!! =))
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