A Strange Dream

I had the strangest dream last night/this morning. In the dream, I was back in school, in Form 5, apparently. I don't know why but I was in the same class with Daniel Choon (Banting guy), Jeremy Lim and Ryner Lai (Kuching people) and three ang-moh girls. Daniel Choon was just telling me, what a very exciting year this will be, referring to the ang-moh girls.

Then I remember, the class started singing a Christian song, I can't remember what it was, then Pn Nasiwah (my Chemistry teacher in Banting) came in and started scolding us, and we all had to stand up, and all those who were not Sarawakians was allowed to sit down. I was thinking to myself, damn those West Malaysians... then Cikgu Ridos came in (my BM teacher in Kuching, whom I remember disliking very much) and started scolding us like mad, and then he told everyone to take out a safety pin, open it and prick your finger until it bled. At that point I was so scared, like oh shit what is happening? When I saw the blood coming out, then I woke up, and realized it was a dream, and was so thankful. But it got me thinking, like, it was a small taste of what it was like to be persecuted. I mean, this may happen, say, if revival came to Kuching, and the Christians may be persecuted for our faith.

Anyway, I went back to sleep, and then I was being chased by Cikgu Ridos, and I reached the ISCF, and I dived into the class head-on, and then I was safe. Then, there was Maths class, and Pn. Chan (my Maths teacher in Kuching) was teaching some graph, and I was asking Jeremy, what was her name, and he was telling me not to ask him anything while teacher was teaching, and I was sulking, and Ryner was sitting beside me, and asked me for a piece of paper, and then I woke up.

Sorry for boring you with a bizarre dream of mine.

Matrics Here I Come

Well, on Monday I will be off to Kuala Pilah, Negeri Sembilan, to start a new phase of my life, which I hope is only temporary because I do not intend to stay there for long, and I shall be praying hard for MARA to PLEASE be gracious to me. My mom says that it's too dangerous to bring my laptop, so I will be without any form of fun, stimulation or entertainment for a week, two weeks maybe?

But anyway, this marks the end of my long holiday since the end of Novemeber, that was just a little over five months, which I thoroughly enjoyed, but could have used a little better if it wasn't for FACEBOOK and WATCHING TENNIS ON TV which stole a lot of time from me, but ah well it was my holiday after all. I managed to accomplish some things, at least; I served God by serving the church, by playing for church in Kuching and Banting, almost every week, as well as by helping my pastor in GFS Banting. I managed to re-record quite a few of my songs, which I have meant to do since last year. I managed to start writing a story, which is probably three quarters to completion, which I can continue anytime. I learnt driving, and managed to keep accident-free, thank God. I helped my mother transcribe her interviews, albeit reluctantly and slowly. I made cards, lots of cards. I watched lots of movies, I followed American Idol faithfully (OH NO I MIGHT HAVE TO MISS THE FINALE COS OF MATRICS!!!) and lots of other things.

I don't think this was a waste of my holiday. It was a well-deserved rest after a tiring long year of Form 5, and with a well-deserved result to complement it. Besides I can't turn back the clock; like Master Uguay said in Kungfu Panda: "Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift! That's why it's called present!"

My Friends: The Mushrooms, Leprechauns and Bear

[If you should bother to waste some amount of time reading this, this is a story I wrote for fun in Form 2. Have fun!]

Part I – Crickets and Mushrooms and What Not

Once upon a night, I heard a dim, tinkling music outside my bedroom window. It was a faint jingling, a tingling rhythm, a tinkly tinkly tink to my ears. I strained my ears to listen, and what a soft but sure melody it was! I longed to see what it was that made that beautiful song.
I made such minimal sounds and such great care to open my window. The sound waves were much less dimmed as I stepped out into night. A warm breeze blew from the direction of the moon, stirring the leaves of the trees ever so slightly.
The music was coming from somewhere behind my house. I tip-toed silently, following the direction of the sound, towards a cluster of tall trees. I stopped behind a large apple tree just a distance away from where I imagined the sound was coming from. From where I stood, there was a circle of mushrooms in the middle of the clearing at the center of the ring of large trees.
I climbed up the apple tree to a height where the mushrooms were clearly visible. It was then that my eyes caught sight of several tiny green insects, probably crickets from what I know. To my surprise, they were each playing a fiddle, making a harmonious sound. They were singing, too, and their song was something like this:

The night is blue,
What might we do?
The moon is pretty,
So let us party!

I almost clapped my hands in joy! Oh what a nice dream this was going to be! But I remained silent and my eyes kept watching intently.
As soon as the tiny little musicians had ended their song, sparks of light began to appear from within the undergrowth. To my astonishment, from among the grass and trees flew in a great number of shimmering and glimmering winged creatures, singing and dancing with the magical tune. They could not have been fireflies – believe me, they were fairies, gnomes and elves! They sang a song, too:

Yes we’ll party! We’ll party!
We’ll party the night away!
We’ll eat and be merry!
So come and join the fray!

I was mesmerized – I was stunned! My eyebrows twitched and I was in fits from containing my laughter. One fairy had wings like a moth’s that kept radiating silver dusts. One small and seemingly young one was playing with his friends and they were joined by a band of impish creatures dancing the night away. This was just like the fairy tales that I heard and read about! Surely this was not real!
I thought, this has to be a dream! I shook my head. Nope, those were hallucinations, probably from reading too much of the Chronicles of Narnia. Only science is real and God is real. But surely not these things! “No, there is no such thing,” I muttered. “This is all nonsense…”
To my horror, the fairies heard me!
A silence so deep, so scary followed. My own eyes saw the magical beings abruptly turned towards me with eyes of anger. They were swirling in mad streaks of light. A new song came forth with vengeance!

We heard a sound – a wicked noise!
Of evil perils that destroy!
We will screech; we raise our voice!
To seek and devastate this horrid ploy!

I had chills all over my back. What are they going to do to me? I thought in fear. It just seemed too real to be a dream. Oh, shiver me timbers!!
An elderly fairy flew up to my level, with glaring eyes and wings that were constantly shedding shining and fiery flakes. She pointed a crooked finger at me, and began to chant an unnerving song.

Gone with you, evil beast!
Thou shan’t stop our joyful feast!
Now thou shall flare and no more grease
You shall be the very least!

In an instant I was engulfed in flames, an experience I had never felt before. I felt a thousand eyes glaring and flaring upon me. Thank goodness my senses had not yet registered any feeling or pain when I was thrown into darkness… oh fear!!


Part II – Leprechauns

I woke up the next morning feeling dizzy and shaken. There was a song stuck in my head. I wondered if it was a dream. A tinkly tinkly...
After brushing and washing and doing my morning duties of which you would not want to know in full details, I went out of the house for my daily jog around the neighbourhood. However, I was curious to see if the back of my house fit the dream, supposing it was a dream.
I reached the cluster of trees that looked all too familiar. To my relief, there was only a patch of grass with no mushrooms, no fairies, only the trees and the greens. I attempted to climb the apple tree like I had done in my dream, but strangely, it was quite a bit more difficult than it was before.
The birds in the air were chirping gaily, and the sky was clear and sunny, so I decided to lean against the trunk of the tree and enjoy the morning air. The tune from the fairies’ party came back into my head, so I whistled the song.
Suddenly, as if responding to the magical tune, the tree began to rustle and shake. I heard voice above me, below me, all around me! In an instant, the leaves began to move independently. I gasped in fright, for there were little green men all over the tree!
One small green-man head no larger than a tennis ball popped out right in front of my face, upside down, probably hanging from a twig.
“Hey! Where did you hear that song? It’s a MagicWood song and a MagicWood only song, you know!”
Caught by shock and alarm, I fell off the tree and landed flat on the ground, cushioned by a couple more green men underneath me. I quickly got up and took a fleeting look around. A hundred or so small pairs of eyes stared down at me, another hundred or so from below.
“Who the heck are you people?!” I cried in distress.
“Relax, dude,” said one green man, sitting on a tree branch. “We’re leprechauns! We are the ancient creatures that grant your wishes!”
I looked at him suspiciously. “Why do you speak to me?”
The leprechaun grinned. “Well, we heard you singing the magical dancing song of MagicWood, so we decided to investigate. We all turn into leaves when normal people are looking, you see.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Really,” I said.
“Oh yes, so the next time you decide to pluck a leaf off, remember me,” replied the green man.
I frowned. Right, like I would believe that this was not just a ploy of the government to encourage environmental friendliness. “Prove it. I wish for a pot of gold!”
The leprechaun laughed. “Oh, a bag of gold you shall have!” he cried in glee.
The next instant, a clay pot appeared out of nowhere beside me, filled to the brim with shinning gold coins. The coins looked like they were pulsating and radiating heat. I looked at them in distrust but my mind was reeling. Surely this was not a dream! Or was it those looping dreams, when I wake up from a dream in yet another dream…?
“I wish… to grow taller!” Now, you see, I am on the short side, so you would not blame me for wishing that, would you?
“Hmm… I could make you taller than the Twin Towers or the Taipei 101… come on, man, be specific!” The leprechaun was now hanging from the branch. The other green men had left the scene and were working on a machine called the Transpirchaun, a device for absorbing water into the tree for easy access to water.
“Err… as tall and as well-built as Mr. Matthew Chin!”
The leprechaun cocked his head. “Who?”
I gasped. “How could you not know him?!”
The green man suddenly looked very much upset. Several sparks of dark purple magic dusts were zigzagging out of his ears, and then he began to shaking in anger. “I… must... oh I cannot do this…”
I blinked. Hello, is my dream going for an exciting twist? What, is it taboo to wish for something impossible?
“Aaargghh!! You wished for the impossible!!!”
Oops…
The other green men were now gathering around the angry little leprechaun, staring at me with evil eyes. I gulped, I shivered, like the night before… I mean, like in the dream. They were chanting…

Away with you! You childish imp!
Away for making the silly wish!
Run away you childish wimp!
Run before we steam you like a fish!

I took a step or two back, and then many steps back. I would rather not try my fate and get engulfed in flames or whatnot. After a last glance, I fled the tree and their green inhabitants.

Part III – Stars and Bears

I huffed, and I puffed, and I was nearly blown away by the rushing wind of the East. Alas, my energy had long gone, and with my growling stomach and aching bones, I trod the grass and weeds to collapse under a short but wide tree.
When I came to my senses again, I was in an unfamiliar place. Perhaps this was MagicWood? For the air seemed magical and the grass was so sweet-smelling. Butterflies, or perhaps fairies in disguise, were flying about and dancing in such a beautiful sway.
Oh, nope, this was just the Friendship Park – haha!
But my stomach was still hungry, so I scouted the area for any kind passerby to offer me some food. Damn, the small restaurant by the lake was closed. In fact, there was nobody there. Strange, would you not think?
Then I heard a growl, a sound of animal pleasure, if you would call it like that. I peeped over the hedge, and there was a bear, a cub I presumed, rolling around in the grass, enjoying the grassy massage thoroughly. It was pulling out the flowers and munching them, not even noticing me. I was thinking how good it was that the bear did not see me when my eyes thought they were dreaming… a jar of honey just a stone’s throw away from the cub’s playing ground. Not far away, too, was a bee hive fresh from destruction. Ah, that explains the rolling around of the bear that possibly got seriously stung by the bees.
I crept up to the jar of honey. Oh the smell was so delicious; I could taste it in my mouth already! My stomach was screaming in desperation but I had to be wary, for I heard that bears are capable of smacking people to death.
The temptation was too strong, so I dipped my hand into the jar of honey, scooped up a little and licked, then I scooped up a little more and licked the sweet, sweet honey off my palms – oh it was sheer heaven!
Unfortunately, I was savouring every drop of honey with plenty of oohs and ahhs in such great extent that the cub was aware of my crossing the threshold of his home. What an angry cub it suddenly was! When I saw the blistering anger in its eyes, I dropped the jar of honey, breaking it into many pieces. The honey was spilling all over the ground. Now the bear was really, really mad!
I tried to run, but there was no beating an angry bear in running! The cub was now at full height, stomping its way towards me, and it was not a very cute sight! In a flash, the cub had caught hold of me, and with a big whack, he smacked my brains out of my head!
Now, you must realize that the human brains (the left, right, front and back brains – most smarter-than-average people possess these brains) are not completely connected to the head, and a human being is capable of surviving without his or her brain for 24 hours, for a human being does not need to think in order to survive, you see.
So, the bear had smacked the brains out of me, and I saw my brain fly up, up, up into the sky, into the stars above. You can imagine how upset I was! I scurried out of the bear’s grip and ran off towards the woods.
I ran, and I ran, and I ran, not even thinking of where I was going, because without my brain, I could not think! My legs carried me up onto the hills, over the rivers and lakes, across plains and valleys, until I came upon the highest peak of the highest mountain. There, I pleaded with the stars to return me my brain, for life without thinking was life without meaning, indeed!
Thankfully, the stars were very kind today, for the moon had given them a holiday recently. My brain, a lump of cells slightly larger than my fist, came down on a cloud of shimmering dust. I grabbed it and stuffed it into my head. I could think again! I would never again take for granted my ability to think!
Thus, with my restored brain and a mind frizzled by the string of events, I took a flight at a nearby airport – I think it was the Himal-Ayarport, where tourists from all over the world come to see the highest mountain in the world. Once home, I went straight for my bed, dived under the covers and slept the whole day.


Part IV – My Friends

One day, I stepped unto someone’s shoe, I brushed my friend’s shoulder the wrong way and I bumped into a young lady with a full chest once. For that, I was condemned and slammed for months!
Surely, I said a few too many wrong things, I hurt a few too many people, until one day, my friend, Damien Chong, denounced me as his friend. I was so sad and depressed, for it was really the drip of hair-dye that destroyed Britney Spear’s hair. But as I was walking home and I caught sight of the cluster of trees, I remembered the string of events starting from that strange night at that mysterious place…

The story goes that elves and fairies
Meet at night to dance and be merry
Among the mushrooms and toadstools
Where science is taboo and doctors are fools
Indeed the day of misfortune came
When I heard the tale of this magical game
And I, a mouth of unbeknown blame
Gave the fairies an ugly name
Oh the misfortune, when one took aim
And gone I was in a bright flame:
Oh what ugliness, oh what shame!

One had told of small green things
I met one day in a wood so green
Oh how they laugh and how they sing!
They granted wishes like I had never seen!
But oh the misfortune and the pain
When I wished the impossible wish
Had I not run I would have been slain
So run I did before I became a cannibal’s dish

Then I came upon a cub
Rolling around destroying flowers
I saw a jar of honey, so I joined the club
But oh what misfortune when it came back in an hour!
And smack it did upon my face
I heard a click and then a crack
Thus sent my brains spinning into space
But thank the stars – they sent it back!

How painful it all was! But in the end
On a sunny day so clear and fair
I walked the streets and saw a friend
But realized, I, that like apple and pear
Some fruits just do not blend
Like me, like mushrooms, leprechauns and bear…
There ain’t no difference I can mend!

I Dreamed A Dream

Susan Boyle on Britain's Got Talent was amazing, check it out! She sang "I Dreamed A Dream" by Les Miserables, which is beautiful. It sent shivers running up and down my spine. While she looked weird and odd but when she sang everyone was amazed. But enough about her and Britain's Got Talent.

Dreams. What are dreams? Pastor Victor Gonzalez preached about it two weeks ago and also this week. Oxford Dictionary says that Dreams are "A series of images, events and feelings that happen in your mind while you are asleep", or "A wish to have or be something, especiallty one that seems difficult to acheive", and "A beautiful or wonderful person or thing".

[Now I begin an essay that I wrote two years ago in Form 4 for an English exam; I kept the paper! Editted some parts...]

In the light of Science, dreams are the phenomena that occur during sleep. When one's mind moves into a stage of sleep called Rapid Eye Movements (REM), the mind starts to replay or generate images from the memory to form a usually illogical series of events.

However, dreams are much more than just the trick of the mind, but it represents the deepest desires of a person. The dreams I speak of are ambitions; goals that seem too big to acheive; destinations that seem impossible to reach.

In the norm of our society, dreaming seems to hold a negative connotation. A "dreamer" depicts one who loafs around doing nothing, like Thomas Wilson in "The Lotus Eater". [Nothing wrong with inserting some Literature we learn, eh?] However, while it is important to stay in reality, dreams are just as important because life without dreams is a life not worth living.

One famous dreamer is Bill Gates, who dreamed of putting a computer in every home in America, and now he is one of, if not the, richest man in the world! Dreams shape out world to what it is today. Without a dream, there would be no light bulb, no Internet [Damn!] or washing machine. Without a dream, you can just get a mediocre job, marry a mediocre spouse, and live a mediocre and dull life, and at the end die a mediocre death. But why do that when you can do something with your life and strive for a higher purpose and design?

[As for myself, I dream many big things. I dream of an illustrous career in arts, writing, and music. I doubt that they will be fulfilled as a main career but I will never stop dreaming of become a best-selling author, or a famous musician in a band that shouts God's name. I even dreamt of becoming an English teacher! But, alas, I got good results for SPM. The world is vast and the options are endless! Last but not least, I dream of becoming a missionary doctor and help people around the world for Christ, but I wouldn't say that in a school exam...]

As Rudyard Kipling puts it, "If you can dream and not make dreams your master", [again, Literature is awesome...] a person who knows how to dream but still have his feet planted on the ground, will have "the Earth and everything that's in it" at his bidding! Dare to dream - [and dream God-sized dreams] - because if you stop dreaming, you stop living.

[Pn. Anita's comments: "Good. Well said." I got a 47/50 for it. Most awesome English teacher EVER!!!]

Dreams are free: Dream BIG.

However, as Pastor Vic puts it, dreams must be God-glorifying, people-helping, require character and competence; It needs counsel, evaluation and adjustments; Dreams bring others closer to God, and requires me to start with what I already have.

Never fear failure, learn to rebuild, DEFY THE ODDS.

[Oh and I dream of going to England and living there for a few years because I adore the way they speak, such a beautiful accent! I fell in love with the British English when I watched Narnia last time, and then when I watched Britain's Got Talent... I resolved to go there, and also to watch Wimbledon for once in my life. XD]

What?

[Tennis] One uncharacteristic loss after another: Monte-Carlo Rolex Masters - Roger Federer lost to Stanislas Wawrinka with whom he won the Beijing Olympics gold. I only managed to watch the first half last night/this morning. OK, fine, he got married to his girlfriend Mirka Vavrinec, but probably only because she got pregnant. Maybe he was distracted. Or maybe he's just getting old and tired, and his prime is over. Whatever. Why do I still support him? Maybe I don't anymore. Now I'm hoping Andy Murray wins more titles.

[American Idol Season 8] The top 7 sang songs from movies! I liked Allison Iraheta's "I Don't Want To Miss A Thing". I was expecting more from Lil' Rounds because I love the song "The Rose", but she sucks. Danny Gokey's "Endless Love" was so emotional and reminds everyone of his sob story, good for him. But my favourite performance and song and studio recorded song was Kris Allen's "Falling Slowly". There was so much feeling in his voice, like the emotion was going to burst and spill over if you just poke it with a needle. I wasn't much of a fan of Kris Allen, but now I am! Meanwhile, Matt Giraud was saved by the judges but I don't see him being able to do much to contend with others like Danny, Adam, Allison and Kris. I still think Danny Gokey is overrated. XD
You can download their studio recordings here.

[Choir] Oh and I'm so bummed that the SMK Batu Lintang choir lost in the division level AGAIN. Last year was bad enough, but this year... they lost to St. Teresa!! Even with a four/five/six-part choir!! I didn't hear them so I have nothing to say, but I'm just so bummed. *sob*

[Matrics] Oh and I got the Matrics offer to Kolej Matrikulasi Negeri Sembilan. I have to report to the college on 11th May. I don't really want to go because I'm hoping for my MARA scholarship, but just in case I don't...[cross fingers] and it'll be a good experience and exposure for me to live on my own. XD

"MARA terus mara"

My heart was beating rapidly as I entered the large MARA headquarters in KL. My hands were cold and clammy, and my mouth had run dry. I was also unbearably hungry, because I hadn't eaten breakfast.

It was this morning, at 11 a.m. when I went up to the 16th floor of the MARA building and sat outside the interrogation room, and waited to be interrogated. All the while I was so, so nervous. I don't know why I was so nervous. I wasn't even this nervous during SPM. In fact, I was so anxious since last week. I think it was because I realized that in an interview, I can't mess up like in a written exam. I can't erase what I just said with liquid paper. I can't say "Oops I forgot the answer, can I skip this question and come back later?" and I definitely can't sleep for a while to get inspiration. I wasn't even this worried during debate, because I couldn't care less about debate (I think I kicked ass as third speaker, but we lost, *sob*), but this interview was do or die. Speak up or say goodbye to doing Medicine in UK.

To make things worse, I had to wait for TWO SOLID HOURS. But at least there were a few others in the same place predicament to chat with and share information while waiting.

But at the end, the interview was rather simple and straightforward, nothing technical. They didn't even ask why I wanted to be a doctor! (I was dreading that) They asked what and why I wanted to specialize in (Ear Nose Throat: past illnesses including deaf ear and allergic nose), why I chose UK/Ireland and what are the universities there, what I did in school, what I would do if they would to send me to a local uni, what advantages do I have above the other interviewees, whether I have any sicknesses, (I replied, "Nope, healthy as a horse; fit as a fiddle! [not entirely true]" which was greeted with laughter from the interviewers) and simple things like that. All my anxiety and research about MARA and Medicine and the Health Ministry and whatnots were all not needed.

So, I think I did pretty well. I did my best, I think. So now all I can do is sing Planetshakers' "I Surrender".

All that I am is Yours
All that I have is Yours
I give You my heart and soul
Lord I’m Yours

Lord every day is Yours
Lord every breath is Yours
Giving my life to You
Lord I’m Yours

You alone are worthy of all praise
You alone are worthy of all praise

I surrender all to You
I surrender all to You
I am nothing without You
Jesus Christ take my life
It’s all for You

Card Art

These were done for my mother as a gift for her to bring to UK when she leaves in a few days' time. I don't really like the first card, though. Anyway I hope the verses encourage you today, and mothers are awesome!

Romans 8

Romans 8

Life Through the Spirit

1 Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus, 2 because through Christ Jesus the law of the Spirit of life set me free from the law of sin and death. 3 For what the law was powerless to do in that it was weakened by the sinful nature, God did by sending his own Son in the likeness of sinful man to be a sin offering. And so he condemned sin in sinful man, 4 in order that the righteous requirements of the law might be fully met in us, who do not live according to the sinful nature but according to the Spirit.

5 Those who live according to the sinful nature have their minds set on what that nature desires; but those who live in accordance with the Spirit have their minds set on what the Spirit desires. 6 The mind of sinful man is death, but the mind controlled by the Spirit is life and peace; 7 the sinful mind is hostile to God. It does not submit to God's law, nor can it do so. 8 Those controlled by the sinful nature cannot please God.

9 You, however, are controlled not by the sinful nature but by the Spirit, if the Spirit of God lives in you. And if anyone does not have the Spirit of Christ, he does not belong to Christ. 10 But if Christ is in you, your body is dead because of sin, yet your spirit is alive because of righteousness. 11 And if the Spirit of him who raised Jesus from the dead is living in you, he who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies through his Spirit, who lives in you.

12 Therefore, brothers, we have an obligation—but it is not to the sinful nature, to live according to it. 13 For if you live according to the sinful nature, you will die; but if by the Spirit you put to death the misdeeds of the body, you will live, 14 because those who are led by the Spirit of God are sons of God. 15 For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of sonship. And by him we cry, "Abba, Father." 16 The Spirit himself testifies with our spirit that we are God's children. 17 Now if we are children, then we are heirs—heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory.

Future Glory

18 I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. 19 The creation waits in eager expectation for the sons of God to be revealed. 20 For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope 21 that the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the glorious freedom of the children of God.

22 We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. 23 Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. 24 For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what he already has? 25 But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently.

26 In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express. 27 And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints in accordance with God's will.

More Than Conquerors

28 And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. 29 For those God foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the likeness of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brothers. 30 And those he predestined, he also called; those he called, he also justified; those he justified, he also glorified.

31 What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us? 32 He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things? 33 Who will bring any charge against those whom God has chosen? It is God who justifies. 34 Who is he that condemns? Christ Jesus, who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us. 35 Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? 36 As it is written:
"For your sake we face death all day long;
we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered." 37 No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. 38 For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, 39 neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

O The Wonderful Cross

I drew this a few years ago...

Layak Dipanggil Temuduga

I thought they might send me to Kuching for the interview so maybe I'd have an excuse to go back, but NoooOOOooOOooooo the interview is in Kuala Lumpur. MARA's being so kind to me. Nevertheless, praise God that I'm shortlisted. I hope I will do well in the interview and not mumble and not have flu. There's also this "Ujian Psikologi secara online" that I'll have to take. What the heck?

Oh and Happy Birthday Pastor Vic!!