Midnight trip

Around 12am, I couldn't take it anymore! It had been the whole day and night. Dad was asking me go see a doc. Yesh yesh! So, off we drove to a 24-hour clinic down town, midnight. The streets were cold and lifeless, just a few shops closing down with some help from men. I had a horrrrrrible flu.

He was driving a F1 racing car on the straight road. Out of nowhere, a "kancil" police car dashed out too brooooom... He sped, so did we. He parked in front of the clinic, so did we. Monkeys see, monkeys do? I assumed that the policeman got sick. What was I thinking man??

But when we got down the car, it was a thin sick old prisoner breathing his first air from the world. He was creepy. Everyone was trying their best not to stare at him in the clinic. The clinic was jam packed in the wee hours! I was too scared to stare at him, so I just stare at my tissue box. It was more friendlier.

That man was shivering like a vibrating massage chair. Poor guy, but creepy. He was a Chinese when I heard his name got called, but doesn't look like one anymore. If only he knew the gospel, he wouldn't ended up in prison or less likely to be deceived by the devil. Two biggie cops were guarding that prisoner, so I thought it was safe.

I went for a check up. The doctor was kinda coool. So cooooool enough to charge my bill for a friggin RM60! I even got a test using the H1N1 'thermometer'. But it wasn't the virus despite my Rudolph nose and sore throat. Thank God. Daddy had to sacrifice his sleep and will be having a court case the next day just a few more hours. Quite an interesting trip to the clinic =D

Indecisive

It's a holiday for me today! No school, no nerd-ing in school today... Weee~ So... I was in a dilemma first stage : To cook or not to cook. The bread on the table, didn't look much appealing to me. Then, Maggi or Nuggets? Oily-fatty-processed-food are not so my choice (in other words, lazy lah to fry) O.K.! Maggi then. But...

OR

???

Dilemma.

It took me five miserable minutes to choose. Apa lah ini... Then came the ingredients part. Tomatoes? Eggs? Prawns?

Final product :

Breakfast set : Maggi Curry and Ribena~

Healthy but not so healthy breakfast

It's a hoooliday!

=D

New blog!

Derrick has got a blog now! Don't mind his spelling haha, he's learning :)
Check out his blog call, Rocks! teehee :D

http://www.weederrick.blogspot.com/

His smiles are mine too!

I'm so proud of my bruther today...

He was...

elected...

as...

the...

Ketua Kelas in 3 Kreatif!!

Haha, he was smiling from ear to ear since he came home :) He hopes to be a Pengawas by the end of the year, for standard 4 year 2011. Well bro, u'll make it and God will help you- to grow bigger and not get bullied!

This post is specially for you, Derrick! ( if you're reading it) nyeheh =D

Unexpected and more to come

Seventeen is the hardest age to live in... (I think)... for most of the SPM candidates. Besides pulling our hair and get some stiff neck for SPM, we are always in this crossroad,

- What's after SPM????

I've been avoiding a calling from God- a strong positive feeling in me (well at least I guess so) to pursue music after Form 5. But, music is not so glamorous to me as to compare with dentistry. I'm interested in dentistry *flashes teeth* So, arts and science, such a far cry -.-

Yesterday, Mr.Joshua Synder and his team from YWAM (Youth With A Mission) spoke and shared in our morning service and youth. In short, he was sharing about Revelation 14. God is raising a 'Tsunami' in Malaysia, a bunch of Christian youths to do something great and big in Malaysia. Only this chosen youth generation will be part of the wave. Now, many Christian youths are coming together forming prayer groups and troops. We'll just have to wait and see a little longer more :)

We did some activities during youth. One of it was nailing our dreams to the cross. We were told to write down our dreams on a piece of paper cloud, commit it to God and nail it to the cross. I wrote down some common stuffs- a niceee house hehe, a godly husband/bf when I'm 21. The other dream was to use music to touch others, and to form a loyal godly Christian band and tour around the world to do ministry. Hmm, missionary? Finally, I nailed it to the cross, just submit my dreams to Him, and see how God works.

There is a link with my dreams to what I'm about to tell you now =D Later, we were given a large black bag. Inside the bag, there were many objects. We were supposed to randomly pick up an object and pray over it, see what God wants to tell us something. Before I pick up the random item, my heart was pumping like an African Bongo, drumming loudly at me : "I am so gonna' pick up something to do with music". True enough, I picked out something really interesting,

- an antique bell-

Cling-a-Ling...

As I stare at it in curiosity, I saw three portions on the bell. The bell, symbolizes music, can be used to make music.

• The first part was a pretty love-shaped-bronze design metal. I heard God asking me, " Daphne, do you love music and do you love me?" (Sounded like He was asking Peter 'do you love me?' creepy...) I responded, Yea I love music and I love You.


• The next part of the item was a China business-man ship. God used this ship as an illustration to me- " Since you love music and me, you will sail across the world and tour around the world with your gift in music, to do My ministry." Ooookay, sounds cool =D I was in cloud 9!


• The last part on the bell was... Of coarse the bell lar... Hee... Bell symbolizes music. So, it was not a co-incident, it was more than a co-incident! Of all the objects, why did I pick the antique bell instead of some Johnson-Johnson Baby Lotion or a giant UHU gum??

Still asking God for another confirmation. Does that mean that I can't do dentistry anymore :-( If I want to do it, somehow God will still lead me back to His plan. I will just have to take a big round-a-bout. So, lets see how it goes ;)

Of birthdates

• It's been looong since I last blogged. It's the familiar phrase coming out from me again. Coz' I'm busy jam-packed, been blasted with lotsa work, responsibilities, others who chucked their responsibilities to me etc. It has been always hard for me to say no and turn down on people. But I've changed this time. I know what are my priorities and I gotta care for myself and not pleasing others from now on.

• Recently, I've looked into a little girl's life. I've known her for a long period of time, one of my good friend. She is always jolly, creative, cheerful soul, cheerful heart, loves to sing, loves to entertain her friends and loves being around with people she knows- kids her age, teenagers, adults, even grannies and grandees! Almost everyone adores this little girl, except a few of her mates envied her gift of singing and the life she is having. I discovered that she hates birthdays, surprisingly, especially her own birthday. Her friends forgotten her birthday. Upset. Feeling deeply concern for her, I tried to tell her that it's okay. Yet, she cried many times. Praying that she will get over it and will meet new friends along the way, she told me that she didn't want to make any effort like she used to to surprise her friends anymore on their special days.

• Dumbfounded, she's just a kid. I wish I could help her. I tried talking to her as an adult, what you did for your friends will not be rewarded the same to you. We face disappointment too in life. But still, I think I understand her feeling. It was her sensitivity that led her made all her good buddies' special day a special and memorable one. I hope that she will find her way out and know that Jesus remembers her birthday, always and forever. Isn't that the best person to remember our birthday?