Chicken Rice Balls

Hello, readers. I'm so sorry to just jump off the blogging for sometime. It's a whole long story. Partly, I got myself squeezed into an Avanza with eight passengers, and travelled a few kilometers to Malacca for a little holiday.

When I was at Malacca with my family, we were introduced to the famous chicken rice balls at Jonker Street. They taste like chicken rice, but are curled up into balls. From the Chicken Rice Ball shop's website, I found out that the recipe is Hainanese (Like me!) and that the kampung chickens they use are wild, they run around, high on their knees! (Well, chickens don't have knees, but the Bukit Mertajam ones run around alot.)

When I entered the restaurant, I had a chance to see the rice ball machine. It was quite interesting to watch the rice running through it, and coming out spherical. The machine was penned with a glass fence, probably to keep disturbance away from the man cycling the man-powered turbos.

The fragrance of the rice balls are still stored on my tongue. Not that I never brushed my teeth, but that it tasted so good. When you bite into a rice ball, you can feel the wholesomeness of it filling up your taste buds and nasal cavity. It's so good you could it eat on its own!

To keep the reputation of their well-kown dish, Famosa Restaurant has their francise all over the state. They are placed in Jonker Street, Jalan Bendahara, Jaya Jusco and Mahkota Parade Shopping complex (1st floor), and Tesco Hypermart.

Bon Appetite!

Alien Meets Man during Christmas

An alien came to visit Earth. He met a human strolling at the site where his spaceship landed. The man was stunned to see a Martian climb out of his saucer-like transport.

"Good day," the alien beeped in a monotonous manner. "Fear not, for I come in peace."

The man squinted. "Those words you say ... they remind me of something I read in this ... book."

"The Bible?"

"Yes, that was the title." He paused. "So, what have you come for?"

"As a matter of fact, you have well brought me into the subject. I have hailed from Mars to study this celebration you Earthlings are rejoicing over - Christmas. This celebration has my fellow Martians asking questions." The alien drew out a space notebook and a space pen. "Could you, my dear friend, help me answer these questions regarding Christmas?"

"Yes, of course," the man replied confidently.

"Now, first of all, why do Earthlings celebrate Christmas?"

"Err ... for fun?" the man thought. "No big reason - it's just a time for people to get around, have some fun, receive presents, drink beer ... it's all for a good time."

The alien was surprised. "Back home, someone told me that it was his birthday celebration. I was told that you guys had kicked him right out of his own party!"

"Oh, really? What's your friend's name?"

"Christ was his last name. I only remember his first started with J." He sighed. "OK, why is Christmas special to you?"

"Well ... like I said, we just have fun and presents ... Thinking about it, it's not in the least very special at all. It's just party time."

The alien was shocked. "My J friend told me that he was the one who made Christmas special. He said that if only you guys would think of him more often, Christmas would mean a lot much more." He simply scribbled down some notes. "OK, last question, I have to be going now." He made his way towards his spaceship. "What did you guys do to a God-man named Jesus who was born in Bethlehem 2000 years ago?"

The man didn't know what to say. "Now, I just know what it was ... I've heard this somewhere before ..."

"Did you give him your best gold and silver?" the alien was firing up the engine.

"No. I think, we gave him our leftover straw."

"Did you give him a lovely palace to live in on Earth?"

"No, we gave him this lowly little stable. When he grew up, he had no home at all!"

"Did you guys bow down and worship him?" The spaceship was lifting into the air.

"No." Then, just as the spaceship zoomed out into space, the alien heard the man say:

"WE KILLED HIM!!!!!!"

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Come on, readers, laugh it out! This Christmas, let the man in the joke stop playing out his role in you. Give your best to the reason of the celebration. Let Jesus feel appreciated!

Christmas LOL LOLs!!!!!!

Ho, ho, ho! MEEERRYYY Christmas, my dear readers! To brighten up your spirits, I am going to share with you a very sacred present - the medicine of laughter! I have collected a whole series of Christmas jokes especially for you. When you've had your share of giggles, do take the time to copy and paste it in your Yahoo so you can forward it to all your family and friends.


Do you know what the donkey said to Mary when she rode on it?
Nothing. Donkeys can't talk.
(However, if you read my previous post, they could.)

Guess what? Someone went around spreading rumours that I would
have my distant relatives for Christmas! I went over and gave him a
piece of my mind for telling lies. Oh, come on, why have your
family when you can eat the turkey instead?


Last year, a little boy wrote to Santa, asking for Croc shoes. Sadly, he never
received his gift. This year, he learned from his mistake - He stated
the exact size of his crocodile's feet in the letter.

If you ever wonder how you could make your name to be shone all over
the world like a Christmas deco light, worry no more. Just
change your name to Emergency Exit.

There was this plastic surgeon. He was silly enough to roast his own
turkey - and he had melted.


Ahh ... and my favourite of all - this Christmas carol quiz. This are all Christmas carols disguised in extended, flowery phrases. See if you can relate them all.

1) To sum forth the entire assembly loyal in their belief !
Answer: O Come All Ye Faithful

2) We listen to messengers of harmonious sounds!
Answer: Hark the Herald Angels Sing

3) Nocturnal times pan of unbroken quietness!
Answer: Silent Night

4) Small Judean municipality, southeast of Jerusalem!
Answer: O Little Town of Bethlehem

5) Our auditory mechanisms perceive their voices at the zenith!
Answer: Angels We Have Heard on High

6) Diminutive masculine master of skin covered cylinders!
Answer: Little Drummer Boy

7) May blessings grant respite to ecstatic personages of male gender!
Answer: God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

8) Nocturnal awe of the time span characterized by religiosity!
Answer: O Holy Night

9) Distant from the present locale in a device devoted to animal alimentation!
Answer: Away in a Manger

10) The initial commemoration of divine incarnation!
Answer: The First Noel

11) It occurred during the nocturnal point equidistant between crepuscular periods of nonprecipitious weather!
Answer: It Came Upon The Midnight Clear

12) Felicitations to Sol's third major satellite!
Answer: Joy to the World

13) Do not prevent the crystallization of hydrogen hydroxide forming precipitate
from the atmosphere!
Answer: Let it Snow

14) Apply an ecologic visually aesthetic improvement to interior causeways!
Answer: Deck the Halls

15) I shall return to the situs of my domicile for the celebration of devine nativity!
Answer: I'll Be Home for Christmas

Song of the Ass

Dear Readers,

In accordance with the sweet melodies that ring through the Christmassy atmosphere, I will introduce to you a less popular Christmas Carol. As the title of this blog indicates, the name of this song is called The Friendly Beasts.

This song is from a few animals' point of view, picturing the scene where Jesus lay in a lowly stable, clustered with eager beasts who were enthusiastically celebrating the LORD's birth with their natural characteristics - all from the composer's vivid imagination. Although the lyrics contain many "I"s, I wouldn't perceive the stable company as self-centred, but as creatures who are over-eager to contribute to the arrival of their Maker. From my point of view, it is a very amusing song for children who enjoy tales of talking animals.

The song is known to have originated from the 12th century. In the Augsburg Publishing House 1954 version of Carols of Christmas, the song is English. However, Wikipedia suggests its possible French origin, set to the melody of the Latin song Orientis Partibus. The lyricist of the current English version is Robert Davis (1881-1950).

The song has many other names - The Donkey Carol, The Animal Carol, The Gift of the Animals, and as you know, The Song of the Ass. Belafonte and Cash, artists of the song, used the title The Gifts They Gave.

Before further delay, here are the sweet lyrics of this lovely song:


THE FRIENDLY BEASTS

Jesus our brother, kind and good,
Was humbly born in a stable rude,
And the friendly beasts around Him stood,
Jesus our brother kind and good.

I, said the donkey, shaggy and brown,
I carried His Mother up hill and down,
I carried His Mother to Bethlehem town,
I, said the donkey, shaggy and brown.

I, said the cow, all white and red,
I gave him my manger for his bed,
I gave him my hay to pillow his head,
I, said the cow, all white and red.

I, said the sheep with curly horn,
I gave Him my wool for a blanket warm,
He wore my coat on Christmas morn,
I, said the sheep with curly horn.

I, said the camel, yellow and black,
Over the desert, upon my back,
I brought him a gift in the Wise Men's pack,
I, said the camel, yellow and black.

I, said the dove, from the rafters high,
I cooed Him to sleep that He should not cry,
We cooed Him to sleep my mate and I,
I, said the dove, from the rafters high.

I, said the rooster with the shining eye,
I crowed the news up to the sky;
When the sun arose, I crowed to the sky,
I, said the rooster with the shining eye.

Thus, every beast, by some good spell,
In the stable dark was glad to tell,
Of the gift he gave Emanuel,
Of the gift he gave Emanuel.

What do you think? Great song, right?

Something random ...

Ok Readers, today, I decided to post something fun on my blog just to brighten it up a little. I will still put the Christmas post, but this is just a small fun additional.

Make sure no 1 is your name... too bad ...

1. Chow Xin
2. Jack Tung
3. Zi Ying
4. Yasmin
5. Si Rou
6. Jamie Lim
7. Adelyn Chooi
8. Weng Soon
9. Chow Yee (my brother)
10. Caryn Tan
11. Danush
12. Rachel Law
13. Anussha Joseph
14. Jeremy Lim
15. My piano teacher
16. Yuen Wei
17. Syahir
18. Chia Sing
19. Declan
20. Benji


1.How did u meet 2?
Jack Tung: In school CF. I first recognized him as the "guy in scout's uniform leading worship".

2.What would you do if u never met 14?
Jeremy Lim: I would laugh less

3.What would you do if 12 and 5 dated?
Rachel Law and Si Rou: Be happy, they're just going out together. They'll NEVER couple. Rachel is too good to do that. Si Rou won't dare to mess with her.

4.Describe 3.
Zi Ying: She's my cousin, the genius of SMK DJ, pretty (seriously), she has three sisters and a baby brother, and she's the one who introduced this random post.

5.Do you think 8 is attractive?
Weng Soon: Errr ... why not? Yes.

6.Tell me something bout 7.
Adelyn Chooi: She's this whizz girl who finished her Grade 8 in piano and is now earning money by teaching music.

7.Do you know anything bout 13's family?
Anussha Joseph: No.

8.What is 15's fav?
My piano teacher: Err ... teaching music too?

9.What would u do if 11 confesses that he/she likes u?
Danush: He'll never.

10.What language does 15 speak?
My piano teacher: English, Chinese, Malay, Cantonese ... ah ... everything a Malaysian Chinese will speak.

11.Who is 9 going out with?
Chow Yee (my brother): I'm rolling on the floor laughing. If this could be answered, my mom and my sisters will have a lot to say.

12.How old is 18?
Chia Sing: 15!!! Just finished PMR

13.When was the last time u talked to 19?
Declan: On the last day of school. I said, "Bye, Declan, have a happy holidays!" and my transport drove away at jaguar speed.

14.Who is 4's fav singer?
Yasmin: MCR! She's nuts over it.

15.Would you date 10?
Caryn Tan: I can't. We're both girls.

16. Is 20 a girl?
Benji: You think?

17.Is (1) single?
Me: Yes and no. No, I cannot be alone if God is with me always. Yes, I don't have a boyfriend.

18.What is 7's last name?
Adelyn Chooi: I just said it.

19.What school did 3 go to?
Zi Ying: I just said it. DJ.

20.Where does 2 lives?
Jack Tung: I don't know.

21.What's your fav thing bout 5?
Si Rou: She won't dunk me into a mud puddle. How random.

22.What do you think bout (1)?
Me: I'm a girl. I love God and others. Full stop.

23.What do 2 and 7 have in common?
Jack Tung and Adelyn Chooi: They both learn music. They both go to SMK Taman S.E.A. They both are humans.

24.What special qualities does 17 have in your life?
Syahir: He makes me laugh. He makes me kena duty for prefects. (That was last year). He makes me worried, because I'm going to see his face everyday next year.

Celebrate Love

Dear readers,

In accordance with the joyful season of giving, I would like to share with you this story I saw on several web pages. Do you ever feel that giving can only become a burden after sometime? Then, read this:

The Doll and The White Rose

I hurried into the local department store to grab some last minute Christmas gifts. Seeing the ocean of people, I grumbled to myself. I would be in here forever and I just had so much to do. Christmas was beginning to become such a drag. I kinda wished that I could just sleep through Christmas. Hesitantly, I hurried as much as I could to the toy department. Once again, I mumbled to myself at the prices of all these toys. And wondered if the grandkids would even play with them.

I found myself in the doll aisle. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a little boy about 5 holding a lovely doll. He kept stroking her hair and embraced her so gently. I could not seem to help myself. I just kept looking over and wondered who the doll was for.

The little boy turned to his aunt and asked, "Are you sure I don't have enough money?"

The woman replied a little impatiently, "You know that you don't have enough money for it."Then, telling the boy not to go anywhere, she left the aisle to get some items, promising to be back in a few minutes.

The boy continued to hold the doll. After a while, I asked the boy who the doll was for. He replied, "It is the doll my sister wanted so badly for Christmas. She just knew that Santa would bring it."

I told him that maybe Santa was going to bring it. He disagreed. "No, Santa can't go where my sister is. I have to give the doll to my Momma to take it to her."

I asked him where his sister was. He looked at me with the saddest eyes and said, "She has gone to be with Jesus. My Daddy says that Momma is going to have to go be with her."

My heart nearly stopped beating. Then the boy looked at me again and said, "I told my Daddy to tell Momma not to go yet. I told him to tell her to wait till I got back from the store"

He asked if I wanted to see his picture. I told him I would love to. He pulled out some photos he'd taken at the front of the store. He said, "I want my Momma to take this with her so she won't ever forget me. I love my Momma so very much and I wish she did not have to leave me. But Daddy says she will need to be with my sister."

I saw that the little boy had lowered his head and had grown very quiet. While he was not looking, I reached into my purse and pulled out a hand full of bills.

I asked the little boy, "Shall we count that money one more time?"

He grew excited and said , "Yes, I just know it has to be enough!" So I slipped my money in with his and we began to count it. And, of course, it was plenty for the doll. He softly said, "Thank you, Jesus, for giving me enough money." He paused for a while. "I just asked Jesus to give me enough money to buy this doll so Momma can take it with her to give to my sister ... And he heard my prayer."

"I wanted to ask him for enough to buy my Momma a white rose, but I didn't ask him, but he gave me enough to buy the doll and a rose for my Momma. She loves white roses so very, very much."

In a few minutes the aunt came back and I wheeled my cart away. I could not help thinking about the little boy as I finished my shopping in a totally different spirit than when I had started. I kept remembering a story I had seen in the newspaper several days earlier about a drunk driver hitting a car and killing a little girl, leaving the mother in serious condition. The family was deciding on whether to remove the life support. Now, surely this little boy did not belong with that story, did he?

Two days later I read in the paper that the family had disconnected the life support and the young woman had died. I could not forget the little boy and just kept wondering if the two were somehow connected. Later that day, I simply went out and bought some white roses and took them to the funeral home where the young woman was. And there she was - holding a lovely white rose, the beautiful doll, and the picture of the little boy in the store. I left in tears, my life changed forever. The love that little boy had for his little sister and his mother was over-whelming.

And in a split second a drunk driver had ripped the life of that little boy to pieces.

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So, readers, still feeling reluctant to give? I guess not. If you think closer, God's love was much, much, much greater than the love the little boy had for his sister and mother. So great that He was willing to give up His one and only son for the selfish, hateful world who refused to obey Him, or even want have anything to do with God!

Readers, do take a time to reflect on what you are celebrating? Are you celebrating parties and games? Are you celebrating the arrival of Nintendo or Sony Ericson phone? (If only, you think.) Or are you celebrating the gift that surpasses all branded clothing, all jewelry, all video games, all your best friends .... the gift of God's love?

I have a song in mind I would like to share with you. The title is "Celebrate Love" by Jordan Pruitt. Although it was among all other worldly songs in the All Wrapped Up album featuring recordings by today's stars, it has lyrics that stands out from the rest. Play this song at:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=DWtFqk_u8Js&feature=related

Handy Candy

Dear readers,

Welcome back to CRMRWW. Just as hinted in the last post, from today onwards until Christmas is over, all my posts will be regarding the Yuletide. (that is, Christmas, in other words.)

Before we begin, I would like to dedicate this post to a teacher from my primary school's CF for sending me most of the information reagarding today's topic.

What candy comes to your mind when you think of Christmas? Why, the candy cane, of course! This hard, striped sweet is the icon of the season's treats. Do you know the meaning behind the candy cane? Let me tell you about it.

According to both primary and secondary sources, the candy cane was made by an Indiana believer who was a candymaker. The candy cane was meant as a tool for witnessing Christ.

The candy cane is in the shape of, well, a cane. But if you look closer, it is actually a staff - a shepherd's staff, representing the Good Shepherd - Jesus, whose initial is made into the shape of the staff! (1 Peter 5:4)

The snow white colour of the original candy cane stands for the purity of Christ's sinless nature. (2 Cor 5:21) Then, thinking it was too plain, the candymaker decorated it with red stripes, symbolizing the scourging Jesus had to undergo for us. The large red stripe is for the blood of Jesus by which we have eternal life. (Eph 1:7)The small three stripes stand for the Trinity (The Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit)

Did you notice the candy is rock hard? This represents God who is our firm rock. (1 Cor 10:4) Besides, this rock candy was meant to be shared, as said in 1 Cor 11:24: "This is my body which is broken for you." Now, lastly, as for the smell and taste of pepermint - this has something to do with the herb hyssop. Here's what the Bible says about it in Psalm 51:7: "Purge me with hyssop and I shall be clean, wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow."

What a sweet candy!

Forget-Me-Not

Hello there, readers! It's so nice to see you again. Thank you for not forgetting me. That's it, today's topic - about a beautiful blue flower called the Forget-Me-Not.

The Forget-Me-Not is a flower native to temperate Eurasia, North America and the mountains of the Old World Tropics. There are about 50 species of the plant genus Myosotis ( family Boraginaceae). The hound's tongue (also called the Chinese Forget-Me-Not), however, belong to the plant genus Cynoglossum and is native to both the Old and New World. Nonetheless, we will only concentrate on the Myosotis today.

This tiny blue flower with a yellow center is a favourite old-fashioned flower resulting from its popularity among home gardeners for a long time. These dainty clusters of blossoms grow on compact, mould-shaped plants. They'll find a good home in today's wooded back yards and in rock gardens, too. For a fruitful product, they should be planted in a lightly shaded area.

When this five-lobed flower matures, it changes colour from pink to blue. This can be seen in the woods Forget-Me-Not (M. sylvatica). Unfortunately, I do not have a picture of it to show you.

Do you know that the Forget-Me-Not has its own day of celebration? On the 12th of November every year, people get in touch with family and friends, especially distant ones. Since Forget-Me-Nots represent true love and friendship, why not give one to your loved one today?

NEXT POST: As a child is born in a lowly manger,
How would that make this blog any stranger?

Attention, all readers!

Attention to my dear readers, I would like to inform that from this day onwards, I will be posting frequently, on alternate days not as a diary author, but as a giver of random information regarding anything under the sun. (or even regarding the sun, perhaps!)

I have made a decision to change my diary blog into a journalists' blog. However, there will still be hints of the updates in my life along with the declassified information I post. I hope you will enjoy my unorganized relation with you through journal blogging, and I hope, bring your friends along to read.

Eat Out! (Literally)

Hello, readers! Today, we shall embark on a very strange incident that has recently occur in Chow Xin's life ...

For the first time in history, I ate two meals outside the house when I'm not on holiday!

You see, my house is under a major filter repair. The drains have been stripped of their covers and a repair man came for a visit today.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, my sisters and I chewed our lunch and dinner away at Ming Tien Food Court and Kelana Jaya Mall respectively.

Do you know what my dad calls Ming Tien Food Court? Fifty restaurants in one! He always tries to drag us there at EVERY occasion. It's so humorous the way how he phrases it.

"Why do you want to go to one restaurant, when you could go to fifty?" he says.

Then we would answer, "It's not the FOOD, it's the PLACE!"

So funny!

Come on, let's close the blog with a laugh:

HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH



Ha ha. That was very funny.

Granados - A Memoir in Music History!

Do you know who Granados is? Oh, you do! Good! Because even if you don't, I would still have gave you a brief info on him.

Enrique Granados was born in Lleida (in Spanish Lérida), Catalonia (Spain). He made his debut as a pianist at the age of 16. (To me, that's like going to university right after PMR.) He had a chance to rub shoulders with Felipe Pedrell, the father of Spanish nationalism in music. Granados' 12 Danzas espanolas and Goyescas became hits, besides his seven operas, of which the first was Maria Del Carmen.

Uniquely composed, Granados' music, mostly for piano, was rich with ancient air, with a somewhat Romantic style. He even had his own classical concerts society and a music school, of which many great musicians were born.

This gifted musician met his end on a ship to England, where he boarded the passenger ferry Sussex for Dieppe, France. Halfway across the English Channel, the Sussex was torpedoed by a German U-boat. In attempt to rescue his wife Amparo, Granados jumped out of a lifeboat in spite of his fear of water, but drowned eventually. How much he must have loved her!

Right now, I am studying a piece from the 12 Danzas espanolas, known as Andaluza. I had tried to figure out the tune for the piano piece by sight-reading. Thinking it was something like the typical Everyday in G major from High School Musical 2, I had a total shock when it turned out to be an unharmonious blend of 6 quaver beats!

"You have to play this piece well, Chow Xin," my violin teacher said. "Or I would have to ask you to play another song!"

Whoa, whoa! I'm not giving up on the Andaluza! I may have failed to perform well today, teacher, but I will try even harder, and I'm sure I will do better. Because, I don't think a piece of Granados' is worth letting go of.

Granados's "Goyescas", Metropolitan, N.Y. 1916

Braces, I beg you ... PLEASE!!!!!!

Ahh ... those metal bits and wires in my mouth could push out some tears already! I went to the orthodontist to adjust them yesterday, and today ... WAAAAAA!!!!!

I heard Mr. Lee (my orthodontist) say to his assistant: "This one must push the teeth backwards ..." And the first thing I thought was:

"UH OH!!!!!"

Yesterday, I gulped down a litre of frozen diluted honey to soothe the ache. Today, I used Ribenna. The Ribenna worked better, actually, because it was left in the fridge longer.

Last night, I was like almost crying while I prayed in bed. "Please, God, help me," I said. The braces were really affecting my sleep and I had to be fresh for my violin lesson. At about 1 a.m., I finally was able to get some rest.

Thank God!

Freedom ...

A cry of joy, a strain of laughter
Hurry up for the bus
So I can reach home faster

The strident buzzer
has made it's last call
The year has met it's farewell
and brought rest for all

My locker is left empty
My books are a-sleeping
With friends from school a-plenty,
The phone is quick in beeping

Yes, I may not own a cellphone
but I ain't need no one to tell me
I ain't gonna feel alone
when I have my friends ... and TV!

Good holidays need no technology
There are other things to be happy
so if you think you're acting all pudgy
then share some with the needy

Don't conceal time with all this laze
Don't be idle and make time rage
In all this chaos, this world of craze
Go help out in an orphanage!

You may think that time is vast,
Everlasting and more than enough
But when you see lives fail to last,
You'll wish those lives were less tough

Why keep your time all to yourself?
And let it go loose, till it shatters?
Get your diary off the shelf,
Fill the pages with your works for others.


* Don't keep time to yourself! Think of something to help others. :)

And I Asked If God ...

"Don't you think that's wrong ...?" I asked.

"Just go back to Chow Xin world, lah!" Joon Wai teased. "You don't belong to planet Earth!"

"Yeah, then at your fairyland where everything is so good, so nice, with all the fairies coming out!" Jeshua giggled.

I laughed along with my prefect friends. I guess I do have a fairytale-world mindset. Don't know why they say it, but I think it's something good.

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You know, nowadays I'm starting to wonder where I stand in my relationship with Christ. I mean after the three years He found me, what have I achieved for Him so far?

Here are the things God has used me for:
1)My leadership positions in my later primary school years
2) Leader in Taman S.E.A.
3) Musician
4) Writer

Here are my precious promises to God:
1) I will love Him forever
2) If I should sin, I will repent
3) I will love others more than myself
4) I will not try to manipulate boys
- I will not dress immodestly
- I will not be flirtatious
- I will present myself as holy and pure before God
- If God has someone for me, I will be loyal to him

Here are God's precious promises to me (and you too!):
1) John 15:9-11
"As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Now remain in my love."

Isn't that just awesome? God wants us to remain in His love! Just that one promise covers everything else he wants to tell us.

You know, this reminds me of a joke I know of. It really touched my heart:

A woman had done a really terrible thing - something grotesque before God. A month later, she realized her sin, repented and accepted Jesus into her heart.

Twenty years later, she looked back and wondered what was that terrible thing she had done. So, she prayed and said to God, "I have done this horrible thing twenty years ago. But, I've forgotten what it was. What was it, Lord?"

God replied in surprise, "I've forgotten it too."

Isn't He just wonderful?

Health Restoration Treatments

Like most people know, my mom is a great health freak. Today, one of her decisions affirmed that statement - she put me on a vegetarian diet!

You see, Mama (that's what I call her at home) has been reading articles on how to improve health the natural way. At first it was interesting to have her warn us about our consumption, however, today, I realized that this strict diet has been frowned upon by my adventurous appetite.

Exams are around the corner, and I have been striving to remember all my notes. I have this strange condition which prevented me from studying effeciently. (Which is why I am online now to release stress.) Mama (being the food advisor) gave me a verbal questionaire which cruised me to this apple cider diet.

You know what? At first, yesterday, I just begged Mama to let me off health potions for that morning. Then, Mama told me at once that Milo is bad for health!

"Please, Ma, just for today!"

"No. Just drink it."

Then, I unhappily gulped down my concentrated carrot juice from China.

Later, I realized my mistake when I could not concentrate well because of my condition. Looking back, I saw that Mama had all the right to force me to drink the juices no matter how much I disliked it. She was trying to make me take something that didn't seem good for the moment, but would benefit in long term.

I then asked God for forgiveness and thanked Him for Mama. I will try not to be so childish next time.

Wormy Attack in Prefects' Room

Today was a pretty awesome day at school, and most of the excitement began in the Bilik Lembaga Pengawas of SMK Taman S.E.A.

Do you know what are worms? You do? Good! Then, do you know what it feels like to be attacked by a worm? You don't? Well, then you have something in common with Yasmin.

After afternoon duty, all of us were in the prefect room taking out our books. Then, suddenly Yasmin starting screaming. I spun around to see a tiny black creature crawling on Yasmin's tudung! Yasmin was yelping away as the minuscule invertebrate danced on the white fabric. (Actually, it wasn't really small - it was at least two inches long)

Resulting from a brisk twirl, Yasmin succeeded in tossing the little pest off her head. Glancing in amusement, all of us erupted with guffaw at her reaction. Not laughing "at" her, of course, but "with" her! Danush conducted a climax by trampling on Yasmin's "attacker". It was simply grotesque to see the dark-coloured remains smearing the cement floor!

Poor Yasmin! I guess it wasn't surprising to give such great attention to a teeny weeny creature if it were yourself. I would have caused a greater sound pollution that than!

As I thought back on the incident that day, I realized that the "attacker" wasn't a worm, but possibly a four-legged vertebrate, most probably a black lizard. (Forgive me for telling you that, Yasmin! Yes, I'm REALLY sorry!) Since it was so tiny, it must have been a baby. The skeletons are not as tough as an adult's, so I guess the poor thing must have been squashed really flat under the soles of Danush's eager shoes! Look on the bright side, Yasmin - you have one less animal in the world to scare you again!

Alright, let's not talk about lizards! I'm getting blasts from my past phobia.

Another thing very exciting today was teaching Zhook-Yueng, my successor as the prefect board Treasurer, her new responsibilities. Sure enough, it wasn't as interesting as lizards on tudungs, but it was enjoyable to teach her all to do about money and reports, and how to improve from my mistakes made throughout the year. I hope she will be a good Exco. In fact, I think she will.

Ooh, yes, I have another fun thing to tell you! It's about our new keyboard. Chow Ern has always wanted one, and today, ta-da! Her wish has come true! Papa bought us this really "siok" keyboard for us - it cost RM1000, so Chow Ern better be grateful! Then, my two elder sisters (yes, the two people I look similar to) performed an informal march past with Chow Ping holding the back of the "stretcher" and Chow Ern the back. Careful with the casualty, monyets!

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Like the title, this blog I have created on the 2nd of October is meant to be a canvas for the art of literature. Actually, I was inspired by my friends at school. Their suggestion of a blog seemed pretty impressive. After pondering over the suggestion for two months, I finally realized the benefits of a blog to a writing maniac. Thus, was borne this blog ...