Philippians 4: 6,7

Phil 4:6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.
Phil 4:7 And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

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Need not worry too much about tomorrow for tomorrow will worry about itself, but I still can't help but to fear what may come or not come in the future. And it's more often than not, all about me, myself and I. Will this happen to me? Will I get these and those? When can I become that? We often focus on achieving and obtaining good stuff despite knowing that all earthly possessions do not last. Thus may I make a little conclusion that the truth has not fully set us free if we still chase after wind?

I experienced some form of revelation recently, it might be from God or it might be from my Id. Okay, I know it's from God somehow. And just cannot wait to see how will things go from here though surely not at this moment.

In everything present your requests to God with thanksgiving? Ask and give thanks in advance if what you asked for is in accordance to His will. I presented my petition and am doing the very best not to be anxious but patient. Also bearing in mind that I have the capabilities and potential to mess His plans up, got to be obedient cautious.

Philippians 4: 6,7

Phil 4:6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.
Phil 4:7 And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

5 months ago, I applied for a scholarship to aid in my daily expenses whilst pursuing my course of choice- Diploma in Nursing. 4 months ago, the application was successful. Read this and other July blog entries to find out more.

I opted for the same diploma course and the hospital sponsorships here a year ago. Many sleepless nights were caused by the constant worrying regarding finances and stuff. And in the end I did not have the guts to take the risk of not being awarded a scholarship.

Having gone through a year of regret and rebellion, I decided to apply for a place in the same college again, being more fervent this time round. And praise God for the opened doors of various places and hearts, I got enrolled into this nursing course. There were still uncertainties concerning my scholarship, prayers were constantly made. However this time I remember not worrying, there was peace. Peace, knowing that things will all fall into place once we take that first leap of faith in accordance to God's will.

Once again, many thanks to all who made this possible. You and I know who you people are! I love you all!

Joel Yap

As an activity to relief some stress and boredom, I tried out the power of Adobe Photoshop this evening since I skipped dinner.

Joel, that's my name.
I still remember my teacher's words years back in secondary school, repeated over and over again that names were the first gifts from our parents. Therefore we ought to be proud of our names.

"Hello, do you think your parents, during the 10 months of pregnancy, just anyhow picked a name for you?"
said Mr. Ng, vice principal, to a bunch of rebellious students who didn't wear name tags.

And I shall never forget his words.

Goodies still enough

The snacks I brought from home last week are still surviving. Half gone though, but you can say I still have half, to be more optimistic.

So tempted to go home again today. Classes have ended for this week as of 11AM today. I want to go home! Well, shouldn't lah.... Otherwise never learn, never grow up.
Lots of revision to do, by the way.
Gonna be in trouble coping with studies soon if I don't do something about the slacking, soon.

Running out of snacks very soon, I need to learn to eat wisely.

All who are taking major examinations soon, wishing you all nothing but the best! Study and pray, don't forget to sleep and rest.

Daily goodies from home

Well, what do you know! My weekend at Kluang was a blast, a good one. Not that all the previous weekends were bad, but this one was rather good.

Though many circumstances were not as appealing as I wanted them to be, I was happy.

1. The water got cut, in Johore or at least Kluang, water supply will only be available on alternate days for many households. This is due to some problem with the reservoirs, I've heard many versions of the problem and have totally no idea which is true. Anyway it doesn't really matter as it doesn't change the situation in those many households affected anyhow. Clean water is important. What matters is that the problem be solved by December.
2. I'd have more time at home if I were to go back this weekend because class ends an hour earlier this Friday and starts an hour later next Monday, meaning there is an estimated 2 more hours for me to enjoy Kluang air(air in English, not in Malay which means water) and food.

This trip back, like most previous trips, and will be like many trips in future, mommy prepared some food for me to bring along to Singapore, again.

She bought some biscuits beforehand. I would love to believe that these were purchased specially for me although there is no problem at all if they just happened to be lying around at home and no one ate them. 3 packets of chocolate flavoured biscuits and 2 packets of chewing gum containing 3 sticks each. Oh well, a few grams of broken law. Surely it's no big deal as long as I chew and dispose responsibly.

Miss home already! Considering going back again this Friday.

A nicer bed

Midnight, I now am starting to feel the unwillingness to leave this town again. It happens all the time.
Spent this weekend in Kluang, happy to have met up and caught up with some friends though there still were a few whom I wish to see but did not.

Nevertheless this weekend in Kluang was special.


Midnight, I now am about to go to sleep. Taking a 5.30AM bus to Singapore tomorrow.
Looking at my bed, I remember the one in Bishan.
My own bed at home here is my own. It's a metal frame with some wood below a mattress. The one in Singapore is better, but this one here is nicer!

Money can't buy comfort.

Midnight, I now look at the time and count my hours left.

Bed news (continued)

As I have blogged last week, the bed wanted to break up with me. Maybe I had not been spending as much time with it as compared to the first few months in Singapore. Or maybe it was jealous because I was studying Anatomy and Physiology instead of letting it put me to sleep that night. One more possible cause: It might have been so sick of wearing the same sheet for months!

Nevertheless I managed to patch things up. Gave it a new piece of wood that burnt a big hole in my pocket.

So the carpenters came today to fix my bed. At first I was so glad that the landlady wasn't home, but then she came back while all the drilling and hammering was going on. I was like... BUSTED!
Fortunate to have received no scolding.

Anyways the guys did a good job, I requested for extra legs to the bed frame, in the middle where it is physically most fragile.


As you all can see, I am short of one pillow case when the old ones are put to wash. Any  donations?

Bad things

I cannot help but to now wonder: why do bad things meet good men?

A Christian- church-going, speaks no vulgarities, gives tithes and more, thankful and takes nothing much for granted except for prayers to be heard. I see no problem with myself falling into the category above. Or is this my self-righteousness speaking? I do not want to tell you of the good things I had done though my Flesh wishes to, neither am I so proud to declare, actually how far am I fallen short of His glory. But I can tell you this, I am found again and His presence is near. Or am I, in contrast, drifting away again? Perhaps He is getting me to pray more now.

Having said all that, I now struggle hard in abstinence towards complaining. Why are misfortunes befalling on me?! Broken watch, now broken bed. And there were(are) countless things which I valued so so much and still streasure, broken.
Sometimes I still go to bed in tears, "God, why don't you break me too?" and I would, in insomnia, pour out; knowing that God doesn't sleep anyway.

Taking the focus off myself is one method to stop self-sympathizing. There are many good people out there who meet with bad times far worse than mine. I think of friends who are in trouble in their respective ways, for doing what they believe in. Then I began to remember the good people in history, who fought injustice, did good work but faced strong opposition; When my eyes look into the mirror again, I no longer see myself going through bad times.

In a nutshell, good people are bound to suffer here on Earth(not proclaiming myself good, okay?) while the unrighteous rule. Prosperity is neither the property of the good nor the not-so-good people. Prosperity on Earth means nothing anyway.

Bed news

Accidents happen, but for the accident I met tonight, I wish I were at my own home.

You can count on this: I did not jump on the bed before.

Was just doing my stuff, and the bed gave me an unpleasant surprise. Sigh, it's ok. Hoping the broken piece can be replaced.

The photograph says it all, midpoints are often, if not, always most fragile. Physics now slaps me in the face.
Expenses expected to increase this month.