Oh yea..... Finally.

Well, went to a book fair in KLCC this morning... Been hanging around in side the hall like a stray kitty.. Not that huge lar, but then your sight can be drowned by books.. and books.. and BOOKS.. It is said, below 18, the entrance fee is free... LOL, i wanted to pay for the entrance fee one, but then the receptionist reminded me again, " Er, below 18 is free one".. LOL!!! Do i look young? zZz.. Crazy fellow, nvm, since you said that then i just go in lar..

Walk around, finding for 'Food'.. Food as in a Magazine called 'The Rolling Stone'.. Thats the reason i go to kl actually.. But too bad, i cant see any track of the mag.. Bah, then i continue to walk around and i spotted at the angle where there's a category written Teen Idol.. Without any hesitation, I straight go ahead and hunt for my food.... Well, i found this barang pengganti afterall.
Tada!!!! Burning Up On Tour With The Jonas Brothers..





















This book contains the experiences of the JONAS BROTHERS during their Burning Up tour... Wow, this book is big wei... 100 over pages... Hehe. So happy that i found this.. =).. Lets see what's inside.....





















Its the Kevin Jonas.
























The Joe Jonas.

























And Of Course!! The President- Nick Jonas ( My fave)
























And not to forget.. The Bonus Jonas- Frankie Jonas AKA Frank the Tank..



The lyrics, random photos, random act, their dreams, their experiences along the time they started touring are all inside the big book.. So happy when i saw this book.. Though it is just a barang pengganti, but i still gonna take care of it so much(like i will).. Lets hope this book did not ended up with spider web and dust on it ba... ^^...

Friends? Nah

Okay, I have to admit.. I'm having a depression now. Too many stresses from the outside. Not fully from my studies, yet, the biggest problem is my relationship with God-knows-who-he-is... 'How on the earth is a happy-go-lucky person having a depression?' Well, i dont really know how to answer.. But seriously, i have depression..Mood swings, Lost interest to everything, too humble. I got all the sympthoms...

I know myself, i've been mood swings these few days.. I'm blaming to myself, why i have to be so observed to everyone that i care? When they have something hiding from me.. And out of nothing, i'll just found out.. Please, if you guys have a secret that cannot be reveal, could you please don't make it so obvious for me to determine? You know by the time i figure it out myself, I'm not angry, but my heart dies.. I dont really like to determine someone's act. But when you make it so obvious, its hard for me not to find out what the hell in the world you're doing...

People, i need cure.. I really need some cure so that my heart can recover.. Well, its hard for me to trust him anymore.. I've been telling all my secrets to him, and what did i get for the return? Sometimes i hate secrets.. Making the world around suffer from it. I dont know why am i typing this, maybe the one who's suffering from depression would type something like this.. Somehow this secret, is hidden from me since last year, or maybe last two years... If you dont trust me or dont want to share your secret, i think i'm not your best friend anymore(or never).. And i thought best friend are suppose to share secret or what..

Guys, if you wanna comfort me or what? Please do.. But i'm telling you 1st, i might not be accepting your comments. I dont know what should i do now.. I'm now walking on the path to noway. Exams, Friendship, Love are driving me CRAZY... I've lost my faith in everything.. But not God, cause i know He will always be there for me... But i really need something solid, maybe a shoulder..Hope one day I'll understand this quote "If God put you to it, He will put u through it"..

Thanks for your concern anyway.. Lets hope I'll will get through these hard moments....

Read this please...

Read this please... Really, i beg you.. Read this...

YOU ARE A JERK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Inspiring Story - To Meet Such A Man

I sat, with two friends, in the picture window of a quaint restaurant just off the corner of the town-square. The food and the company were both especially good that day.

As we talked, my attention was drawn outside, across the street. There, walking into town, was a man who appeared to be carrying all his worldly goods on his back. He was carrying, a well-worn sign that read, 'I will work for food.' My heart sank.

I brought him to the attention of my friends and notic ed that others around us had stopped eating to focus on him. Heads moved in a mixture of sadness and disbelief.

We continued with our meal, but his image lingered in my mind. We finished our meal and went our separate ways. I had errands to do and quickly set out to accomplish them. I glanced toward the town square, looking somewhat halfheartedly for the strange visitor. I was fearful, knowing that seeing him again would call some response. I drove through town and saw nothing of him. I made some purchases at a store and got back in my car.

Deep within me, the Spirit of God kept speaking to me: 'Don't go back to the office until you've at least driven once more around the square.'

Then with some hesitancy, I headed back into town. As I turned the square's third corner, I saw him. He was standing on the steps of the store front church, going through his sack.

I stopped and looked; feeling both compelled to speak to him, yet wanting to drive on. The empty parking space on the corner seemed to be a sign from God: an invitation to park. I pulled in, got out and approached the town's newest visitor.

'Looking for the pastor?' I asked.

'Not really,' he replied, 'just resting.'

'Have you eaten today?'

'Oh, I ate something early this morning.'

'Would you like to have lunch with me?'

'Do you have some work I could do for you?'

'No work,' I replied. 'I commute here to work from the city, but I would like to take you to lunch.'

'Sure,' he replied with a smile.

As he began to gather his things, I asked some surface questions. Where you headed?'

' St. Louis .'

'Where you from?'

'Oh, all over; mostly Florida '

'How long you been walking?'

'Fourteen years,' came the reply.

I knew I had met someone unusual. We sat across from each other in the same restaurant I had left earlier. His face was weathered slightly beyond his 38 years. His eyes were dark yet clear, and he spoke with an eloquence and articulation that was startling. He removed his jacket to reveal a bright red T-shirt that said, 'Jesus is The Never Ending Story.'

Then Daniel's story began to unfold. He had seen rough times early in life. He'd made some wrong choices and reaped the consequences. Fourteen years earlier, while backpacking across the country, he had stopped on the beach in Daytona. He tried to hire on with some men who were putting up a large tent and some equipment. A concert, he thought.

He was hired, but the tent would not house a concert but revival services, and in those services he saw life more clearly. He gave his life over to God

'Nothing's been the same since,' he said, 'I felt the Lord telling me to keep walking, and so I did, some 14 years now.'

'Ever think of stopping?' I asked.

'Oh, once in a while, when it seems to get the best of me But God has given me this calling. I give out Bibles. That's what's in my sack. I work to buy food and Bibles, and I give them out when His Spirit leads.'

I sat amazed. My homeless friend was not homeless. He was on a mission and lived this way by choice. The question burned inside for a moment and then I asked: 'What's it like?'

'What?'

'To walk into a town carrying all your things on your back and to show your sign?'

'Oh, it was humiliating at first. People would stare and make comments. Once someone tossed a piece of half-eaten bread and made a gesture that certainly didn't make me feel welcome. But then it became humbling to realize that God was using me to touch lives and change people's concepts of other folks like me.'

My concept was changing, too. We finished our dessert and gathered his things. Just outside the door, he paused. He turned to me and said, 'Come Ye blessed of my Father and inherit the kingdom I've prepared for you. For when I was hungry you gave me food, when I was thirsty you gave me drink, a stranger and you took me in.'

I felt as if we were on holy ground. 'Could you use another Bible?' I asked.

He said he preferred a certain translation. It traveled well and was not too heavy. It was also his personal favorite. 'I've read through it 14 times,' he said.

'I'm not sure we've got one of those, but let's stop by our church and see' I was able to find my new friend a Bible that would do well, and he seemed very grateful.

'Where are you headed from here?' I asked.

'Well, I found this little map on the back of this amusement park coupon.'

'Are you hoping to hire on there for awhile?'

'No, I just figure I should go there... I figure someone under that star right there needs a Bible, so that's where I'm going next.'

He smiled, and the warmth of his spirit radiated the sincerity of his mission. I drove him back to the town-square where we'd met two hours earlier, and as we drove, it started raining. We parked and unloaded his things.

'Would you sign my autograph book?' he asked. 'I like to keep messages from folks I meet.'

I wrote in his little book that his commitment to his calling had touched my life. I encouraged him to stay strong. And I left him with a verse of scripture from Jeremiah, 'I know the plans I have for you , declared the Lord, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you; Plans to give you a future and a hope.'

'Thanks, man,' he said. 'I know we just met and we're really just strangers, but I love you.'

'I know,' I said, 'I love you, too.' 'The Lord is good!'

'Yes, He is. How long has it been since someone hugged you?' I asked.

'A long time,' he replied

And so on the busy street corner in the drizzling rain, my new friend and I embraced, and I felt deep inside that I had been changed. He put his things on his back, smiled his winning smile and said, 'See you in the New Jerusalem.'

'I'll be there!' was my reply.

He began his journey again. He headed away with his sign dangling from his bedroll and pack of Bibles. He stopped, turned and said, 'When you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?'

'You bet,' I shou ted back, 'God bless.'

'God bless.' And that was the last I saw of him.

Late that evening as I left my office, the wind blew strong. The cold front had settled hard upon the town. I bundled up and hurried to my car. As I sat back and reached for the emergency brake, I saw them... a pair of well-worn brown work gloves neatly laid over the length of the handle. I picked them up and thought of my friend and wondered if his hands would stay warm that night without them.

Then I remembered his words: 'If you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?'

Today his gloves lie on my desk in my office. They help me to see the world and its people in a new way, and they help me remember those two hours with my unique friend and to pray for his ministry. 'See you in the New Jerusalem,' he said. Yes, Daniel, I know I will...

Don't click.. You're not going to read my blog..

Feeling weird recently... Real weird.. Had a feeling that I'm not really welcomed by certain people in my area.. Seriously, with his/her attitude, I'm not really like him/her anyway... Just a random thought. I don't care even you're not welcoming me at all, cause I don't really like you as well..

Who do you think you are? Happy then you good to me, not happy then you show your WONDERFUL face to me? I'm not a doll.. Hello, my six sense very accurate one.. If you don't like me, no need to pretend to be good to me... I wont appreciate your 'good will' to me.. Maybe our attitude not the same, so we cant communicate well.. No matter how hard we tried(or maybe me only)..

No mind, 3 more months then i wont be see-ing you anymore.. So we don't have to work so hard on it.. I won't be good to you as well.. Don't think I everyday smile smile smile then I scare of you.. NOT, I'm just trying to avoid conflicts as much as i can.. If this thing going on, it wont be benefit for me.. So, I'll just find a way, avoid talking to you.. Ciaoz.. And one more thing, You should have look into the mirror when you show around your WONDERFUL face.. How ugly is it.

Dear readers, dont bother to ask me who is this person.. I'm not going to tell, or maybe i will, but to certain people only..

Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Went to this event, its a play played by a group of talented people which is footstool players..

Play about not only boy girl relationship love, but Home love, parental love, friend's love, God's love and many more... I wonder, is God using them to spread the news to all around the world? I consider Yes. You can see how God's works work through the play. They were all talented in acting, and seriously, they had bring the story alive! They could even cry on the spot. Not only that, the part that struck me the most is the scenes where the mother and the daughter, the husband and the wife were quarreling! You were like watching a TV show while you're watching them live! You can even feel their anger, and i truly saw the faces getting red, and the nerves appeared.. I can see the hard works that they've put into this play, how they sacrifice their own time to serve God through this drama.. Deeply from the bottom of my heart, I respect them.. And i might be joining them once i got to study in KL..

The story line was about LOVE. And there's many parts of the story, Parental love, Boyfriend girlfriend love, Home love, Wife and husband, Mom and daughter and most importantly God's love..Thank God for I'm able to write this blog. I will do whatever i can do to let Your glory shines upon peoples.. I really understands somehow LOVE can do a lot things miraclly.. Getting ashamed of my act.. I mean God has been trying the best to love me, and yet, I counted everything that how did i love God today, and counted every problems that i get into.. And i even blame on God for letting me into troubles.

There is this part of story ' The Ledger People'.. The story line is the wife and the husband have been marking down how did they show the love to each other.. They didn't show their love to each other because they love each others, but to get points.. They even compare who's mark is higher to show who loves who more.. Its like our real life, we've been remembering what did i do good to him, but we never remember what did i do bad to him. Marking down the mark so that we can show them that we love them more than they do. How ridiculous is this? Stop counting marks and throw away your ledgers! If God wants to put His love mark on the ledger, our mark would never ever get closer to His, not even the shadow!