Friday, July 23, 2010

Light!

it's been a very down or should i say low season for me lately. i am not sure what is the main factor. but the impact is really there. not very motivated and also not very encouraged. seems like i'm struggling and trying to find my way out in the dark tunnel.

i was sitting in the room fooling around with my camera. i am not sure why i shoot the following picture.. but some how the picture just speaks to me as i was trying view the picture in my computer.

suddenly i see LIGHT. when i see light... i feel HOPE..

I will find my way out from the tunnel!!!



Thursday, July 15, 2010

Short Talk

I've been traveling a lot lately. when i say a lot means A LOT! every week i am away. seems like non-stop flying. keep going to the airport.. seems like airport is like my bus stop during high school time.

Covering both Sabah and Sarawak is really not an easy task! i spend a lot of time traveling from one place to another place.

working pressure is begin to build up. not able to see my wife n son is also demoralizing my spirit.

I need a break. (too bad Kit-Kat cant do the job this time..)


我真的累了!

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Personal Testimony

I want to Praise the Almighty God for what He had done today!

This morning i drove all the way to Sri Aman to attend a service call from Klinik Kesihatan Sri Aman. As usual i checked my car the night before.

1. Water, Checked!
2. Oil, Checked!
3. Petrol, Checked!
4. Battery, Checked!
5. Music CDs, Checked!! (this is important to keep me awake.. yeah~)

early this morning i got into the car and started driving. i started with a very simple prayer. I prayed to God and ask for a safe and smooth trip.

As i was driving, the weather was awesome. clear and cloudy. not hot at all. besides, there are not many big vehicles on the road also. it took me about 3 hours to reached the clinic. i took a look at the problem and mange to fixed it within 2 hours time. since i am already there i helped the user to run some test and every was fine.

before i drove back to Kuching, i took a drive around town to look see look see.. Suddenly i felt that my clutch and gear got some problem. not very smooth kind of feeling.. i thought may be just my driving skill not good.. or may be i shifted the gear too fast that caused the problem.

since Sri Aman is so AMAN.. and there is nothing much but AMAN.. i say good bye and started heading back home... As i was driving half way, i felt that my clutch do not come back to original position and stay at down position. i could not shift gear at all.. ngam ngam that time i was about to overtake a small little Kancil... and there was a bus coming my way pretty fast also. so i failed and have to stick behind his back for a while.. suddenly the clutch went back to original position and i am able to drive like normal again. but.. everytime i shifted gear, the sound just get louder and rougher.. with that kind of condition, i drove all the way back to Kuching. not knowing what is the problem.

when i reached Kuching, i took my car to the workshop to have a look. on my way to the workshop, i stop at traffic light and suddenly my cluctch and gearbox just jammed! there is no way i can slot in any gear. only 3rd gear is able to force in. so i have to drive with only 3rd gear all the way to the workshop.

when they "head hand" (hokkien) checked on my car. the clutch pump is Jammed and there is a leak at the pump!! i was like cant stop Praising God for SAFE journey and nothing happen to me. i cont imagine if my clutch just jammed half way when i was trying to over take the long and heavy truck or bus....

It cost my RM230 to replace the whole thing. but it's worth every sen.. Safety First!!! esp now i am a father and husband to my child and wife..

After when i share with my wife and my mother about what happened today. they both told me that they also prayed for me today! wow.. i was like.. so thankful..

The power of Prayer! and God answers our prayer!!

the fact that i can blog today is already a simple prayer answered by God!! Thank you Jesus!


P/S: If your prayer is still not answered.. keep praying and have faith that God will answer your prayer!! P.U.S.H = Pray Until Something Happen.



...Praying Hands...


The Story Behind the Picture of "The Praying Hands"


Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived a family with eighteen children. Eighteen! In order merely to keep food on the table for this mob, the father and head of the household, a goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade and any other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood.

Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of Albrecht Durer the Elder's children had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their talent for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the Academy.

After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin. The loser would go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his brother while he attended the academy. Then, when that brother who won the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support the other brother at the academy, either with sales of his artwork or, if necessary, also by laboring in the mines.

They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning after church. Albrecht Durer won the toss and went off to Nuremberg.

Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four years, financed his brother, whose work at the academy was almost an immediate sensation. Albrecht's etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils were far better than those of most of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his commissioned works.

When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht's triumphant homecoming. After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with music and laughter, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head of the table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of sacrifice that had enabled Albrecht to fulfill his ambition. His closing words were, "And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now it is your turn. Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will take care of you."

All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end of the table where Albert sat, tears streaming down his pale face, shaking his lowered head from side to side while he sobbed and repeated, over and over, "No ...no ...no ...no."

Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He glanced down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holding his hands close to his right cheek, he said softly, "No, brother. I cannot go to Nuremberg. It is too late for me. Look ... look what four years in the mines have done to my hands! The bones in every finger have been smashed at least once, and lately I have been suffering from arthritis so badly in my right hand that I cannot even hold a glass to return your toast, much less make delicate lines on parchment or canvas with a pen or a brush. No, brother ... for me it is too late."

More than 450 years have passed. By now, Albrecht Durer's hundreds of masterful portraits, pen and silver-point sketches, watercolors, charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang in every great museum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like most people, are familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer's works. More than merely being familiar with it, you very well may have a reproduction hanging in your home or office.

One day, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed, Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother's abused hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward. He called his powerful drawing simply "Hands," but the entire world almost immediately opened their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed his tribute of love "The Praying Hands."

The next time you see a copy of that touching creation, take a second look. Let it be your reminder, if you still need one, that no one - no one - - ever makes it alone!

~Source Unknown~

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Song #2

Some how every time when i hear this song it kind of will bring me back to Kapit.

"it's rainy evening. i'll be sitting at the main entrance of my grandpa's shop. staring out side at the old basketball court.."

I am not sure why this scene always appear when i hear that song.. but the song really can bring me back to my childhood.





.. Fly.. Fly.. Fly.. Fly.. Fly.. Fly.. Fly.. Fly.. Fly.. Fly.. Fly.. Fly.. Fly.. Fly.. Fly.. Fly.. Fly.. Fly.. Fly.. Fly.. Fly.. Fly.. Fly.. Fly..


I hope i remember correctly la. i kind of learn this song for a Scout Camp in primary school. a few of us actually sang this on stage. (not really stage la..) but we kind of performed this songs together. but i seriously do not know what the song means. until now also a bit blur blur la.. but the fun part is... it brings back memory from Kapit... Sweet...