Reviving the blog...

At least till my semester reopen...

Personally, one of the best way to express my thoughts is through writing. I'm not some super writer who have impressive vocabulary, or the best sentence structure, or even the most organized flow of thoughts... But, writing helps me see things in the right perspective.

Write... Write... Write...

Well, if you have not known, I pick up the basic to Photoshop during the past semester. It was rewarding to see my artwork printed, and even more rewarding to know that I have pick up a new skill during the semester... So, the question now is 'What's next?'

More creative design stuff? Hmmm... Or should I take up some art and craft? Card making? Origami? Or something cooler like latte art? Afterall, I love coffee... And it will be nice to not just enjoy coffee but make beautiful looking coffee... Or maybe I should just pick up martial art simply to give me that sense of security? Hmmm...

I really have no idea... But let's see...

Till then, chao :)

In one day...

It was supposed to be my last day of exam...
It was supposed to be a day of celebration after a long 2 weeks of ups and downs...
It was supposed to be FREEDOM!

BUT...
Things doesn't always go my way...
With one hour of nap, I prepared and left home for my last paper for the semester...
And my bag was snatched meters away from home by guys on 4 motorcycles...
My spectacles was missing the struggle... I am as good as blind.
My mobile phone + keys + wallet were all taken together with the bag... I have nothing left.

Stranded. Alone. In shock.
And till now, everytime I close my eyes, I can see the whole incident playback in front of me.
I have no idea whether will I even be able to walk on that alley again. Or how am I going to uni when the semester starts.

BUT...
Through this, I know I've made some of the most amazing friends here in CHCKL... Facebook messages, emails, tweets flooded my comp, offering help even before I mention what happened. And I can't express how #grateful I am to have them. They came to rescue me, they drove me to the police station, to the hospital, pay for everything, lend me money... That is just to name a few... Thank you, my friends... What would I do without you all...

Through this, I learn the meaning of the sacrifice of praise. How tough it was to still offer up praise in the midst of all the pain and lost... In the Bible was a man named Job, who everything he had was taken away from him in just 1 day, and the first thing he did was to stop everything and worship God (Job 1:20-21). Well, I wish I could say I did just that, but it wasn't. I struggled. Fear is just everywhere... But slowly, fear turn into worship. It was probably the toughest worship ever! It was all worth it to know that I didn't bow down to the devil and be upset with God. #grateful

Through this, I appreciate my family more... My dad took off from work, drove all the way from JB-KL with my mum to see h ow I am and help solve some of the problems. They drove me to uni to summit the police report, replace my specs, replace my SIM card, and make arrangement to try to replace everything which was taken away from me... As if that is not enough, they drove me back from KL-JB on the same day, make my bed, prepare everything so I am comfortable eventhough they are really tired. And how could I not mention my brother who called, and called and called to make sure I'm OK... Thank you. #grateful

Through this, I can't thank God enough for his protection. If my earthly father would do all that for me, how much more my heavenly Father (Matthew 7:9-11). What could have happened if it is not for His hands which guards over me... Thank You, Abba Father...

When things don't turn out the way it should be...

I HATE IT!!!

It robs my sleep... I'm restless, I am tired, I am frustrated, I am annoyed, I can't focus.
I felt like quitting.

Nothing seems to work.

BUT....

He is Faithful.

He loves.

He cares.

He says "I can".

He encourages.

He never quit.

For that, I keep on going. Thank You, Daddy God :')