Archive for May, 2006

Back from Church camp!

Auto Date Wednesday, May 31st, 2006

Hello folks, I am home! You bet I haven’t been blogging in the last four days. That’s because i was away for church camp at Summerset at Rompin!

I had a fantastic time knowing God and fellowshipping with friends! Instead of making you bored with a lengthy grandmother story, I’ll let photos do the talking. Check these out!

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Hiatus

Auto Date Friday, May 26th, 2006

Toodles everyone! I’m away from the 27th to 30th May for CAMP! Till then, why not browse some of my earlier posts on the sidebar? You might just be able to make out my spiritual growth and writing improvements!

Meanwhile… check this out, it’s a blessing!
We Send You Our Blessings

Point to ponder: Speaking up against evil

Auto Date Friday, May 26th, 2006

One of my pet belonging is “God’s little devotional book for students”, which is a gift given to me by a friend, Ari.

There is a new topic on every two pages to strengthen our spirituality. Today, I randomly opened the book and found myself staring at page with the following words in bold…

I would rather fail in a cause that someday would triumph, than triumph in a cause that someday would fail.

Followed by a verse: 2 Corinthians 2:14

Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ

It is not uncommon to hear in my social circle, of people saying that it is better to let things be, because to them, Malaysia is not likely to change for the better.

Whenever someone protests against unequal rights or against some people in power reportedly involved in corruption, someone would always argue, “aiyah, this is their land what. Don’t waste your time. Praise God you’re still alive!”

But just the other day, one friend reminded me that Christians do not live on bread alone.

Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God. (Mt 4:4; 24:35)

The Armor of God, Ephesians 6:10-17

10Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. 11Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. 12For our struggle is not against flesh and blood… 13Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. 14Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, 15and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. 16In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. 17Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. 18And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the saints.

So, my dear blog readers, what do you think? Should we just submit and remain docile to discrimination, or should we speak up in good will and manners?

P/S: Please don’t turn this racial, thank you.

What if you aren’t you?

Auto Date Thursday, May 25th, 2006

I began to wonder if there was a far greater person beyond the skies, since long before I could remember. I imagined that this ‘uncle’ would laugh at every of our silly actions. He would have the ability to tug strings and make us do as he wish.

I imagined that while we dragged ourselves to school every morning, he’d be hovering over this plain with a mug of coffee in hand. Just as we, humans, enjoy playing SimCity, this ‘uncle’ enjoys creating little pixies to live and multiply on earth. Pixies, because I imagined him to be a million times larger than us, like an old, bearded uncle over a small chess board.

Later, my father explained a little about UFO sightings to me, and I began wondering that perhaps, UFOs are another version of my old uncle. Perhaps there are some weird creatures watching over our little globe, while we, larger than life, busy around to make the day.

All of us, at one time or another, have wondered about the mysteries of existence. Are we what we think we are? Is there a truth that explain ourselves in a way far beyond our wildest dreams? What if we find out one day, that we have always been adopted by our parents? What if you aren’t really human? What if one day while walking pass a mirror that you have been passing for years, to look at an image of yourself that isn’t familiar anymore?

Surreal, wouldn’t it?

That’s just a little about the book I’m reading now. Pelf bought me “Never let me go“, by Kazuo Ishiguro, for my twentieth birthday.

It’s been a good page-turner so far. I’m now at chapter 5.

Dreams Of Gold by Maynard F. Thompson

Auto Date Tuesday, May 23rd, 2006

Finally, after several busy weeks of dwelling in this book, I finally made it to the last page. Dreams Of Gold is the story of a figure skater who switched from skating pairs to singles, after her partner was involved in a career-ending injury.

Determined to defeat her opponent, Doe Rawlings, Maggie Campbell returned to Japan where she was born and bred, to be trained under her former coach.

After several years of intense training, her hard work was paid off when she won a gold medal in the Olympics at the age of 23, defeating Doe Rawlings who snapped an ankle while attempting a quad jump during her long program. Maggie won by performing a spectacular triple axel in a combination of other jumps.

Besides telling the tale of Maggie’s career as an award-winning figure skater, Dreams Of Gold is also about romance, honor, duty, and obligation.

After Clay Bartlet, Maggie’s skating partner, was injured in a car accident, Maggie returned to Japan to train skating in singles’. During this period of time, Maggie was united with her childhood friend, Hiro Araki, whom Maggie once had a crush on.

While Clay worked for a skating agency in America and became obsessed with material gain, Maggie appreciated the company of Hiro, who supported her training until the Olympics.

Clay was later ordered by his superior to sign a contract with Doe Rawlings on behalf of the agency. This upset Maggie, who felt that the contract was a question to her chance at the Olympics, and the amount of faith Clay had in her.

In order to keep his job, Clay had no choice but to go behind Maggie’s back and signed the contract with Doe Rawlings, by making the latter believe that he had intentions of marrying her. (oh, I forgot to say Doe had a crush on Clay)

Although the word play of skating techniques is admirable, and the emotional stimuli provided by the characters are to be applaud, but what is more intriguing, is the fact that this story is set amidst Japan’s rich culture.

Maggie’s winning at the Olympics brought honor and glory to Japan. Since childhood, Maggie was often insulted and bullied for inheriting her mother’s American body features. The winning not only glorified Japan, it also brought honor to her family, by proving that difference in skin color did not make her any less Japanese.

As a child, Maggie’s American mother was insistent about her daughter being taught at an international school in Japan. Her Japanese father, however, was adamant that by placing his daughter in a national school, she would be a turning leaf for the people’s discrimination against foreigners in an attempt to preserve national identity.

An obvious incident of discrimination occurred when Maggie was lowly scored by judges at the Nationals, when she clearly demonstrated better than her opponents who were ranked higher.

The story also tells the background of Hiro Araki, a burakumin, who struggled to conceal his true identity. The ill fate of burakumins was a result of the huge social gap in Japanese society. Traditionally, the burakumins did things that no one else would have done, and hence was seen as pariah. They were separated from mainstream society, often needing to conceal their identity to avoid being identified and discriminated against.

Other aspects of this book include Doe Rawling’s coach who was obsessed with fame and money, and her superficial mother. An interesting book to read, I must say. Definitely one of the most thrilling ones I have read. With reasonable amount of plot and unique identity behind each character, Dreams Of Gold is a book rich in literary value.

Early birthday celebration

Auto Date Tuesday, May 23rd, 2006

My new friends at Segi College, KL, celebrated my 20th birthday for me! It was a big surprise! I was just there to give a speech and didn’t expect myself to be treated so well. You all were a blast!

I’ll write more about the event in another post, when I get furnished with all the beautiful photographs we took yesterday.

Meanwhile, stay tuned!

p/s: Little Wings told me about an interesting project, CaringBridge. Check it out!

Karen-Ann was with us this time!

Auto Date Sunday, May 21st, 2006

Yesterday, there was a book reading session and writing workshop for Book Project 2 at Popular Bookstore, Ikano Power Center.

Needless to say, I was there to read an exerpt from my story and explain a little about it to the audience.

The turn out was better than the previous three sessions, because this time, Karen-Ann the boss was present. I couldn’t hear what she said but the crowd paid close attention. Many shoppers stopped to sit throughout the 1-hour.

Many thanks to her, because when my turn came, she has already drawn the necessary crowd, so all I needed to do was just blab away my story. The response was awesome! Although I can’t hear most sounds, but handclaps are still recognisable!

This is cyber-red, a fellow blogger who came just to attend this event. She was surprised to find me as one of the speaker.

I suppose there were other blog readers as well, as I spotted some suspicious-looking people. They’re often extra keen and attentive. haha… CAUGHT YOU!

Many thanks for your support!

Thank you

Auto Date Friday, May 19th, 2006

A warm thank you to everyone who responded to the previous post by e-mail and the comment box. I’m very touched.

This afternoon was difficult, as I worried about the financial aspect of it all. I’m more settled now, and decided that I will get everything sorted out before we move on to the next stage.

You all have been very helpful and caring although some of us have not met in person.

Thanks to Cordy’s neighbour, Sim, who set up an appointment for me with Prof. Dr. Vicly at UMMC this coming Monday.

Thank you Gladys, for referring me to an NF surgeon in Finland. I have sent him an e-mail and hope that he replies.

Thank you to one fella who had always preferred to remain anonymous, for referring me to a government hospital in Aidelaide.

Thank you to EVERYONE else who commented and supported me, including Eva.

Perhaps it’s time to give more priority to my health after a long break from it. Who knows, this experience may be a blessing in disguise, or maybe not. Dunnolah… come what may. Trust in God!

My greatest fear

Auto Date Friday, May 19th, 2006

I was forced awake in the middle of tonight, after an uncomfortable dream of myself. I needed to go to the toilet. Sitting there half awake, I wondered why it was taking me so long to pass motion. It’s beginning to hurt a little, but I wasn’t conscious enough to force anything out of myself, and so I continued to wait. As I did that, the lower back of my spine began to feel tired and worn. That shouldn’t be the case, since I just got up from bed.

Still partly in dreamland, reality brought me back to glimpse of my past. It then struck me that this was a symptom caused by spine tumors. Oh no. This cannot be. Like what I always did when the first batch of spine tumors affected me, I leaned back and just like how it happened 5 years ago, my bowels reflexed.

I was glad that the ordeal was finally over, but ugly thoughts haunted me. As the pain in my lower back subsided, I began thinking about the string of tumors along my spinal cord. I’ve always asked God not to let them grow further. Why is this happening to me?

Lying in bed, I felt afraid, remembering the difficulties of spine surgery in Malaysia. That pain of a 6-inch wound that could not give in to the affluence of morphine. Horrible doctors and nurses who tried to speed up my recovery process using blackmails, sour faces, and unhelpful attitudes. The tone of that impatient and ill-tempered physiotherapist who seemed to be treating the hospital like prison camp. The sharp, electrifying pain of peripheral nerves resulted by nerve damages during surgery. That hopeless feeling of being a half-vegetable, unable to do anything for myself.

I am so afraid. Even the slightest symptom of bowel weakness frightens me. What if the tumors grew? Should I get an MRI done? Where should I seek treatment? Where am I going to get the money? So many questions bobbling in my head. For months, I have been praying that this day would never come, but it’s inevitable that the life of an NF patient would not be easy, especially when it comes to a surgery that can render me paralyze for life.

Stupid Malaysia and its corrupted activities. Without corruption and racial policies, so much more money would go into medical research and improving healthcare facilities. Medical graduates would be willing to stay back and work for an impartial government. Juniors would not be bullied and ill-treated by senior staffs of the superior race. When there are more doctors, more time and space could be used to research individual cases. Nurses and medical assistants would delight in their jobs, and would not resort to treating patients like prisoners. Without racial policies, truly capable doctors would be sent abroad for professional training, and the whole country benefits. Even that aunty physiotherapist would be happier in retraining my mobility,

Maybe I should get an MRI done, that would probably cost me another thousand ringgit, since tumors now spread from thoracic to lumbar spine. sigh…

A celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ

Auto Date Wednesday, May 17th, 2006

By Yvonne Foong

Shah Alam - The road leading to Grace Assembly of God was jam-packed with vehicles, ferrying excited adults and children in stunning outfits. A tanned gentlemen at 6-feet in height, was spotted shoving visitor cards into the hands of enthusiastic newcomers.

A crowd of God-loving residents gathered by 7:30pm, to celebrate the resurrection of Christ on the 14th and 15th last month. The Easter musical production entitled, “The Witness�, drew the attention of more than 800 believers in the neighborhood.

The cast and crew of 70 volunteers, keen on serving and expressing their love for Jesus, began rehearsing 3 months ago.

The purpose was to spread the Good News of Jesus in a visual artistic expression, using performing arts as the tool. Besides the church’s own sound and lighting equipments, a budget of RM4,000 was included in the production.


Beginning from the birth of Jesus to His resurrection, the 90-minute musical was a major success.

“These are not professionals, who raised the bar and performed like one�, says Justin, the creative director of The Witness.

An elder church member, Aunty Amy, voluntarily designed and sew their neat and colorful costumes.

Contribution by others include ushering, coordinating, and meal preparations.

Church member and patient of Neurofibromatosis, Yvonne Foong, sold Christian books and CDs at the foyer to raise funds for a brain surgery.

“Helping me out for a good cause was an added meaning on Easter Day�, says the 20-year-old student of Life College.

Justin, the director, was pleased by the success and is optimistic about future productions.

“I always credit the entire team. They are awesome, and I’m just grateful for being their director.â€?.

Those who wish to purchase DVD recordings of the musical at RM10 each, may contact gcm@streamyx.com.


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