Yes, I RESTRICTED my blog from EVERYONE (to be fair, and to be honest, to avoid a lot of misunderstandings for personal reasons)...And ANYWAY, I DID NOT UPDATE IT AFTER I RESTRICTED IT, so NOBODY missed out anything okay? haha...
Well, it is my erm...pleasure? to announce that there's gonna be a major REVIVAL! errr...*hopefully...it's one of my New Year Resolutions to keep my blog updated at least once a week....=p...let's hope i can make it...
So this is gonna be a super long post on what I did and certain thoughts on the past year... You're in for a long winding ride (I'm serious)...So please skip this post if you are rushing for time or just don't have the patience...
I just got back from my CF retreat in Hutan Pertanian (shah Alam)from 2-4 January 2009. It was a fun and memorable experience indeed (that will be another long post, hopefully with pix, so keep posted, that is, if and only IF you are interested...haha) Anyway, I seriously fail in "by word-of-mouth" sharing in real life, so just want to record some feelings here...
2008 was a long year full of overwhelming feelings and new experiences...
Emotionally
I changed a lot since mummy passed away...For some reason, I became more passive (inwardly), less attention-seeking...and well, to keep it short, i can only say, I am no longer who I was.
I especially felt it during my birthday when my family left after coming down to PJ to celebrate with me (my dad and younger sis were on school holiday)...It was the 1st time i ever celebrated my birthday without mummy...things seemed awkward and weird...maybe even distant...It was so unreal...and the loss so great it hurt...I cried in bed for almost four hours in the evening...
I can still smile and many people still consider me a sunny person...but do I really feel so inside? Sad to say, most of the time I can be polite and "socialize" well especially during industrial training (which I will share some experiences in this post as well). But trying to be a happy person is quite tiring sometimes...I seldom feel real joy now...but at least I am still at peace...Unbalanced and emotional at times, I tend to have very frequent outbursts and shows of temper for no reason...However, God has been good, all the time, even though I tend to forget Him...
Gideon's passing away was another shock to me as we had just berbaik a week before...I blamed myself for not being a caring friend as I was one of the few people or only people i knew of that he cried and approached when his early days of relationship with the girl were problematic...but after he began to *p & c*, and showed it, I was afraid and instead of helping him and lending an ear, I started avoiding him...Smses, countless calls and even threats...our friendship seemed to be ending as we started ignoring each other in CF...until one fine day he Smsed me again...and things resumed normal or so I thought...the next thing I knew, or rather, the next time I heard of him, was the shocking phone call I received one day during my industrial training...that he had already left us...
Life is so short and unpredictable...How many of us can claim we have done our part well? I used to think he was too openly desperate to spread the gospel to others and coming too strong would scare away non-believers...How wrong I was...!!! If we don't spread the good news now..who knows when we will get the next chance? Will we be here on earth the day after today? Who knows? Only God WHOM we are accountable to...
Brother Gideon was a person dat has shown me what it is to be uncalculating and whole hearted in serving...Whether it was transport, follow up and concern to newcomers or serving in the programs...He did everything whole-heartedly...was passionate and excited to serve the Lord and he honored God's name by playing his part well as a good student in UTAR...He did his best...
I cannot help but wonder now, what would happen if I passed away 2moro? What would YOUR (reader)last impression of me be? Pleasant? I hope so... What would be the memories or imprint of my life left behind? *sigh~ I hope it is not too late to change...
Uni Life during my Year2 Sem 1
It is amazing how realistic this world is...since my results improved...I have gained much respect from my fellow coursemates...Praise God...=)
However, I did learn (before it was too late) that one of my classmates i trusted betrayed me behind my back...and in short, was a pretty mean double-faced beast...I do not want to dwell on this issue any longer...but I just want to declare that I no longer have an ounce of faith in his personality! (okay, it is surprisingly, a HIM...yea...and I was always thinking that girls (sorry for the stereotype)were the more petty ones...He did prove me wrong...hmmmmph!
As for the person who is the most competitive among the competitive ( yea...I know you are though you keep pretending not to be), I just hope that in this new year, your CNY resolution would be to STOP BEING PROUD OF RESULTS that DO NOT belong to you and even comparing them to that of others...You did not gain those marks by your own hardwork so hey, Banding apa? Why must you cheat yourself? You cheat to score...=.=||| grow up please!!!
As for myself, I'm going to work harder in this 2009 and by God's grace, I want to be in the final Dean's list when I graduate...*God bless me ...haha...(Hey, it's good to have a goal okay? Even if I cannot achieve it, at least I can try my best ma...)
INDUSTRIAL MOMENTS
The three months from June until early September 2008 were the most challenging, something far beyond my already "hyperactive" imagination which can be really wild as claimed by my close friends and family members...But thank God, I survived!!! Not by my own strength, but by a lot of grace and love ~
Organisation Background
By Strawberry Girl ( according to what she learnt)
Commonly known as the afternoon paper under New Straits Times, Malay Mail is one of the oldest paper existing in our country. It made its first appearance in December 1896 in the Federated Malay States.
What many are unaware of is that a new management has recently took over the paper. The boss of Blu Inc, a publishing company, believed that the paper still had untapped potential despite everyone criticising its sales, which sad to say, was indeed plummeting lower as time passed. Ibrahim Mohamed Nor then re-launched the paper on May 5, 2008 with its new look.
Currently recognised as the “ Independent” Malay Mail, the paper is free from the control by any political parties and they developed a brand new tagline - Your Voice. Reporters report news only as the truth is, and they are bound under the Journalism code of ethics, without using any slant of sensationalism in their stories.
With its new image and new marketing strategy, Malay Mail is now all out to become a “people friendly” paper, reporting issues and events happening around areas from the Klang valley up to Seremban. Its hotline is one of the trademarks of the paper as it is efficient and serves readers who need urgent attention from companies and authorities.
As a bid to attract more people to support the paper, Malay Mail is also doing a large promotion on advertising and they have come up with a “1 + 3 for only RM 35” Jumbo Package for those who advertise in Mail Classified. This plan, has of course met its purpose and calls have been flooding the advertising department, all regarding orders or enquiries about placing ads, as the price is just too great a deal to pass.
Introduction
I was considerably nervous at the prospect of industrial training as it was to be my first working experience ever in my life.
Having initially applied for The Star and New Straits Times, which were my two favourite papers, I was frankly quite disappointed to learn that I was rejected by New Straits Times because my CGPA did not meet their requirements (3.6).
I had seldom heard of Malay Mail before, what more to take an interest in the paper. It was definitely not very popular and few places in my hometown in Negeri Sembilan sold it. So, in order to get a picture of what the paper was like, I read it online to grasp their reporting style.
It may sound hillarious, but on the first day of reporting to work, I learnt that the other six interns were also “rejected” from New Straits Times and placed in Malay Mail. Well, I thought to myself, at least we will be “kindred souls” in this (at first impression) messy and internal wise, politically problematic company. Everyone seemed unhappy to be working under the new management and many senior reporters told us they were prepared to leave. This included a few editors (not that there were many to start with). Those who were staying were only doing so because they were promised a pay rise or a rank promotion.
So much for being encouraging, I told myself, as my spirits sunk lower down to the bottom of my shoes.
However, after a long talk with my editors and on-site supervisors, I was convinced that things would not be too bad after all as they appeared to be quite helpful and very friendly. They informed us that in a small company, everyone would be very close to each other, so relationship wise, save for the power hungry, would be very personal, which was something to look forward to indeed.
Due to the lack of staff, editors told us, interns would get to experience life as a real reporter, as everyone is treated the same. News written by interns would definitely be published, and this includes front page news as well. As a whole, they said, Malay Mail was the place to get the most “hands-on” experience any other company could offer.
Maybe, everything would be alright and a miracle would start happening to make my industrial training go smoothly, I prayed silently. Hope against hope, as they say.
So…inexperienced, naïve and unconfident. That, was how I started. Little did I know how far this journey of learning would take me. I have definitely emerged, a better and more mature person after my industrial training. The miracle was not what I hoped to get, but I was certainly given, that, which was best for me.
Learning Outcome
I remember meeting Francis (my first official on-site supervisor) on the first day of work and all of us - interns were privately sharing the same thought. “This man looks so cold-blooded. We are definitely dead meat.”
So much for being positive, but one cannot help feeling uneasy when daunted by a quiet, serious senior copy editor with eagle eyes. He looked ungroomed, stressed and busy most of the time.
For our first assignment, we were told to do some research and find out all the contact numbers of every local council head quarters within Malay Mail’s areas of coverage. We were also told to sort all our information neatly besides gathering the public relations officer(PRO)’s handphone number and email addess if possible. Time limit given for task was two hours.
Not daring to argue, we took over some vacant seats around the office and started our work individually. It seemed a hearculean task to me and I was already in despair before I started work. Do not get me wrong. I mean, I do like doing research, but a hundred over contacts in two hours is a bit too much.
I had just managed to obtain around fifty over contacts when my computer broke down. I nearly cried out loud as the deadline was nearing and I had to start all over again because I had yet to save my information in a pendrive.
When I told him of my problem, Francis pointed me towards another computer and left without another word.
At the end of two hours, all of us had not finished our task and we were given an extra 15 minutes to work. Our stomaches were rumbling as it was lunch hour but we had no choice but to gather in the cold meeting room.
The next half hour was rich with lessons. First, we were reproached for not putting our brains together and dividing the work. Things would be much easier as each person would only have to find around 30 contacts. All we had to do was combine our data, which would take less than ten minutes. This, was the lesson of teamwork.
Then, we were given a lecture on the importance of taking deadlines seriously in a newsroom where time is always of the essence.
After that, the ultimate question popped up. With seven long lists of contacts, which should be the appropriate one to use? This, Francis said, would require two volunteers to help put all the jumbled data together and type them out again neatly. As no one else seemed willing to do this tedious task, me and another intern had no choice but to raise our hands. Under normal circumstances, things would be fine. Contrary to that, it seemed like we were slapped with a “no lunch for you” sentence to pay for our mistake of neglecting the power of teamwork. But there you go, this was the lesson of coping with stress positively and learning to be humble as someone has to do the donkey work.
The following days were filled with phone calls to local councils, going for press conferences and conducting street interviews. I faced problems contacting the officers from governmental departments as they seemed fond of throwing the ball to each other. After spending a few hours on the same subject, you would be referred to the first department you intitially contacted and have to spend a few minutes of fuming silently because you wasted so much time. I guess this would be the lesson of patience? Yes, in every job you undertake, patience and perseverance plays an important role in success. It is a good training as you learn to be thankful and not take things for granted when someone from the authorities is finally willing to respond to an issue and look into it.
Later however, I went to the local council offices whenever I could, to build contacts and foster a friendship with the public relations officer. This did not pave my path with gold, but it certainly made the task of obtaining information a lot smoother. A little spark of friendship can really go a long way. And hey, there is nothing wrong in getting to know more people.
Whilst travelling around, I had trouble recognising routes and bus stops as somehow, nothing could register properly in my mind when it comes to routes. Everything always looked familiar but it seemed like I always chose the wrong turning instead of the right way, which was very unfortunate especially if I was rushing to meet deadlines. The lesson of doing my homework, came to use, as to overcome this problem, I had to print out maps before going on assignments. To be prepared, is always better than to be sorry.
One of the skills I picked up whilst doing my rounds would be simple photography. How to adjust the lighting, angle and so on, are basic stuff but they are things I have yet to learn before. Malay Mail undeniably lacked staff, so most of the time, reporters had to bring their own camera for assignments. It was when I got back from such assignments that I would be reprimanded by the head of photography department, Hadzme. He would complain about my bad positioning of the camera, focusing on the wrong places and so on, but later, he would guide me on how to go about things properly. I have certainly improved a lot under his teaching.
Sometimes, we had to go cruising around for stories on motorcycles (belonging to fellow interns in the photography department). It would rain and we would get wet and muddy going through “kampung” roads, but looking on the bright side, we could always count on obtaining exclusive news and pictures for the paper. Passion is important when it comes to work as it makes us think more positively.
Things were going so far so good. One of my trials was when the first burst of joy spread around the newsroom for interns who got their first printed byline within two days. Everyone was very excited and enthusiastic about this. Sad to say, as I was doing street interviews ( the task hated by everyone) most of the time, I got no byline despite having to rush around for hours under the rain and sun. Well, sometimes, you just have to work your way up slowly. This makes you enjoy the later success when you get two or three bylines a day. So long as you are willing to work and have the passion for writing, your ability will be recognised one day. Good journalism is not about being acknowledged and appreciated all the time, but rather, gaining satisfaction from knowing that you have done your best and the result is good.
On writing news, at first I had to rely on the news or copy editors for every single tiny detail on how to go about with my story. But as time passed, I gradually learnt the tricks of making a plain subject interesting. It is the matter of perspective. To dig deep inside a particular subject and not report based on surface appearance. I also learnt how to summarize important facts and to think for myself whilst being fast to respond to certain circumstances. As my stories needed less and less correction, I knew, then, that I had improved.
Language is important in the news desk. The more fluent you are in many languages, the more likely you have an advantage in writing. From translating press releases and announcements to doing street interviews with people from different walks in life, it always comes in handy to know more then just plain English and Bahasa Melayu. Chinese and cantonese is useful when dealing with the old people in rural areas who do not know any other language. I have managed to brush up my rusty Bahasa Melayu throughout this period besides practising how to switch from one language to another smoothly in a conversation.
After spending most of my time in the news desk, it was time for my turn to man the hotline desk for two weeks, or in my case, three. One would think that making and receiving calls is an easy task and it is quite boring. However, I did learn quite a few valuable lessons.
First of all, I learnt that people, regardless of their educational level, can be quite unreasonable sometimes. The hotline personnel gets scolded for something that is entirely not our fault and are often asked favours which are not even attainable. People always expect something for nothing, and some expect too much. That is human nature. Companies often threaten us not to publish news in the paper as it will affect their image. Other little upsets like prank calls, or weird lonely people calling to express their emotions at that time, happen every now and then too. To deal with such situations, I sought the help of my experienced copy editor who taught me how to say no firmly but politely. I had to be patient and professional whilst not getting upset by cranky people easily. A good reporter must never be emotionally involved whatever the situation is. Slowly, I learnt to enjoy the work of helping people despite all the hardships and made the best out of every situation.
During those three weeks, I had one very experienced and helpful senior to guide me, but unfortunately, she was lazy and often passed her work to me after briefing me on what to do. I had no choice but to complete it as the deed had to be done, no matter who did it at the end of the day. This, I gather, actually helps me learn more as the more I do, the more experience I gain. Thus, there is never any harm in doing some extra work if it is within your ability.
In the hotline desk, another great lesson I learnt was how to be resourceful and seek for alternatives when it comes to response. This is the time when good contacts come into play. However, so long as you are friendly, humble, grateful and polite, this should not be a big problem. Desperate times call for desperate measures and sometimes we have to grit our teeth and ask for favours from other people too. However, when dealing with problems, I learnt to be frank as well when it comes to things I cannot handle. This way, I disappoint no one and it takes away a lot of unnecessary stress.
Politics is another area I have yet to experience as I have little interest in news politics. Politics in the office though, is something hard to avoid. Behind the sweet calm scenes in the office, there are also hypocrites and people who claim credit for work they have not done, the power hungry, and those who “suck up” to the boss for reasons known to themselves. However, having been forewarned before starting my industrial training, I did not get involved in any of these matters and managed to save myself from a lot of trouble. For one to be on guard, we have to be aware of all that is going on, but never get involved in other people’s affairs. That is just asking for danger.
Being very serious about my work, I learnt to adapt another approach towards my attitude - to be critical-minded, after a joke my consulting editor played on me. With all the appropriate expressions, gestures and genuine-sounding instructions, I was convinced that he wanted me to cover a small aspect of the great “Anwar case” and seek comments from the judge and lawyers in the parliament. After making me rush around the whole office like a fool for 45 minutes, the joke leaked out and he made me understand, that much as it was indeed a sadistic joke, I had to make sure of my facts before I set out on an assignment and not believe everything I am told. Rationality is important when covering news no matter what order we are given.
During my last two weeks of industrial training, our skills were put to a test when sometimes, we were asked to come up with our own news. This is when I learnt to really open my eyes and ears to happenings around me and be on constant alert for potential news to cover. It was very challenging but nevertheless, great fun.
I have gained a lot of exposure from my industrial training and am looking forward to further my studies and apply my skills when I come into the working field, for real. These past three months have been very memorable, and I have learnt a lot of lessons that I will never be able to experience from knowledge adapted from books alone.
Attibution
First of all, I really appreciate Ms Sharon Wilson for getting all our applications through for internship even though it was a tedious task and many changes had to be made. She did her best for all of us to have an enjoyable journey. What I learnt in Malay Mail was indeed three times as much as what I would have gained from New Straits Times as I had much more hands-on experience.
Next, I would like to thank all my editors and colleagues in Malay Mail who made my stay pleasant by never declining to help me when I was lost. For their patience, kindness, and encouragement. News editor, Badrolhisham Bidin will always be my inspiration for being humble and nice to everyone, even though he has had many great achievements in his life.
I would also like to thank my family for their constant support throughout my industrial training, always calling me even though I reach home late at night to make sure I am fine, and providing me with lots of nutritional Chicken Essence and supplements to boost my health.
God really showered my with grace and love throughout this period...Though I was spiritually dry, He answered and showed me a way everytime I stumbled or met an obstacle..It was HIM who provided me with good colleagues, friends and my beloved family who were all understanding and always lent a helping hand...
Thanks to Joseph, for helping me so much during my first two months of training when my old office was in Bangsar...I could never have done it without you...thank you for helping me ta-pau when i had no food to eat or could not afford to take a break during lunch or dinner...thank you for directing me when I lost my way although sometimes I SOS phone you at the most unearthly hours ...thank you for your jacket, your bag, helping me take pictures (imposing as a reporter), rushing here and there for me...driving me to Ampang and getting lost for 3 hours with me due to the fact that the organisation gave us the wrong address...Thank you for being so great to me when I was sick...there are so many things if I have to name them all...I am just so grateful for your kindness at all times...
Last but not least, I wish to show my gratitude to my supervisor-in-charge, Ms Esther Teh, for always being considerate and helpful when it comes to guiding us, always being prompt in response and for giving very good comments to help us improve. Thank you for showing that you did care and thank you for always being there for us.
VOICE TALENT
Haha...muka tembok...During my short sem in September, my time-table was quite free so I decided to try out for a Voice Talent and sent various applications to companies...Voice samples can be found at but you must sign up to listen though...
Haha...first time I got an audition at Purple Houz (production house)as they wanted cartoon voices for the three characters in "ABC Monsters" - an educational cartoon... it was a cool and fun experience ...haha...
Those Who Dared
This subtitle is a title of a Book, Yen Yee my sunday school "head" lent me to read after I encountered the first ever disappointment in serving...
Maybe it is God's way of showing me pride comes before fall...It happens everytime I get overconfident in my serving...This year, during the children EE camp I attended, I received God's calling for children's ministry...for real...but the message was clear : "Prepare yourself now that I may use you...the time has not come, but I will use you...Be prepared."
I thought I was ready for His calling anytime for full-time ministry...I was pleased and eager, maybe even a little proud...but God took away my pride as He always did in the past...
I remember when I used to feel a little superior sometimes because I was chosen to sing solo everytime during evengelistic christmas celebrations in my hometown church (yea...i know it's wrong, i know...it is a weakness in my human nature)....Well, everytime when I have the wrong attitude, i will totally freak out (somehow) before I have to appear on stage...and that time, I just pray and surrender...and somehow, just like that, God makes me see EVERY SINGLE TIME in His own way, how He works wonders and things run smoothly after all...He shows me I'm weak and not perfect as I sometimes "go a teeny bit out of tune" (only i know that) to remind me of what I really am - nothing without Him...but His grace is always enough ( I do not ruin the song)...
Mummy used to tell me why God gave Gail (my elder sis) so many talents and I was just average...
"It is not because God does not love you but because He does, and He understands your nature and tendency to be proud" she told me.
Hallelujah HE does!!! My God DOES KNOW me inside out...And it is not that He does withholds talents from me...But rather, He wants me to learn to lean on Him and not my own talents and wisdom...I can do all things THROUGH HIM, not myself...When I humble up myself and surrender to Him, I can do things beyond my natural ability!
Okay, back to the point...The sunday school in which I am currently serving in PJ is totally different from Tampin Methodist Church...In tampin, the kids are warm and eager to listen to stories however naughty they are...and they ALL have the basic respect for their "teacher"...it makes teaching them enjoyable and quite smooth...I love them and they are so likeble, teachable and lovable!
However, city kids tend to be hyperactive, stuck up, more rebellious and from the age of nine, they have lost their innocence, the utmost thing that keeps children and grownups apart...
The first time I songlead in PJ, I was shocked and really dismayed when things did not go as I planned...My pianists had never heard of the songs I wanted to sing, were late for practice, did not know how to play the simple chords I actually prepared in full for them and the children actually thought my actions were "too childish"...Well, they REFUSED to sing and follow the actions...I had no backup singers as well and my throat hurt from shouting...
When I taught, children were running around, fighting, talking and basically shouting blasphemy!!! (okay, for those who do not know, blasphemy is to speak of God in an irreverent, impious manner. ) I talked to them nicely, I commanded them, I bribed them... all to no avail...
In the end, it was the first time I had to literally, punish some of the little imps by ordering them to sit in a corner (children hate to be isolated as they always yearn to be accepted and be "in the crowd").
The result? After I relented and allowed them to re-join the circle...the chaos started again...=.=|||
I took the troublemakers aside and looked into the eyes of the few "problematic" kids (all boys)...God touched me and I felt their feelings of " I know I'm wrong but I don't want to LOSE" -rebellious attitude even though deep down they are sorry - headstrong as they were, they refused to show they knew they were wrong.
Never had I encountered such a situation!!!
I talked to Yen Yee and she shared with me some tips, such as being firm yet friendly, lowering myself to the level of kids to communicate with them...teaching "cool" stuff and actions instead of basic ones...how to be creative...how to be spontaneous - even if you have prepared a wonderful plan on how to teach the kids or lead the songs, if you see the kids are not ready for what you have prepared (not in the mood for something like that) we must adapt to the situation and change plan A to plan B, C or D on the spot.
After the ordeal from 8.30am to 1.30pm, I went back home and cried on my lonely bed until the night was dark.
I asked God, how can I love such unlovable children?
God answered me and spoke to me as I cried out aloud to Him in my room...HE told me all children were created for a purpose on earth...no matter how lovable or unlovable they seem to me, I have to accept them for God loves them as much as He loves me, imperfect as I am too...All children are the same in His eyes...and I have to learn that...
I replied in tears, " Lord, teach me then, how to love them like You do."
The next week, Yen Yee lent me two very encouraging books to understand different kinds of children. I learnt a lot and understood city kids better after them.
I was certainly not expecting such a tremendous change anytime soon...but hoping that things would improve at least a little, I prayed very very hard before my next serving and the night before that, I could not sleep at all, for fear of facing the same situation last time.
I was very tired and being over anxious, I reached church an hour earlier b4 sunday school service started - 7.30am.
God forgave my lack of faith and Hallelujah! His grace overflowed...that day, everything went smoothly, NOT ACCORDING to what I had planned , but somehow God gave me the wisdom and courage, not to mention cooperation from the fellow teachers.
The kids were eager, happy and much more responsive...even during class in which I found myself facing five little boys, three of whom were problematic...Having talked with Yen Yee before the afternoon class session, I made friends with all the "little guys" and we got along fine even though it was not my normal style to act as I did...okay, to tell the truth, God led me all the way during class time, coz rationally, I could never never have acted that way...I don't know why I did, I think God had His plans but well, things went on pretty smoothly in the end.
Isn't God amazing? So long as you have the faith that of a mustard seed, mountains can be moved! So long as we have a humble heart to serve Him and depend fully on Him, nothing is impossible!
Christmas
Yes, after my final exam of year 2 sem 3, the year was coming to an end and it was time for the traditional Christmas celebration.
Thanks to Tze Loo, many other young people besides Uncle Chan and all the sunday school teachers, this year's sunday school celebration night was a success :D...i was the narrator and sang a part of the song with touching lyrics, that Uncle Chan composed himself.
All I can say is, having witnessed many other Sunday schools in different churches...I must say, even if I'm from the church itself, Tampin Methodist Church has the best experienced teachers, the most wonderful organization, and the most teachable children...I praise God and have learnt to appreciate this more ...
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This year's christmas was very special as Popo got baptised! Something we had been praying for years...Now we will all pray for her spiritual growth and Ah gong's salvation...God may work in strange ways and His timing is sometimes unexpected, but I must say, God is so loving, He has never given up on us...I myself will die in peace once I'm assured all my loved ones will be end up in heaven for a happy reunion in eternity. It would be very sad and painful if after a lifetime of living under their love and care, we could not even bring our own grandparents to the path of eternity...
Wrap Up
Okay, okay, i know i may have left out many many things that happened in this eventful year...but it is impossible for me to recap everything in one post...maybe i will relate a little in my following posts, provided I have the time...
Thanks again for supporting my blog...May everyone of us experience God's love and amazing grace even more as we head on towards 2009. Nobody knows what the future holds for us, but one thing we can be sure...God is in control!!!
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