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牧羊犬Jordan Lam Chung Ponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15451402399583222760noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079019376882466155.post-36297260752595534042022-08-30T16:22:00.005+08:002022-08-30T16:24:46.305+08:00Eve of National Day Career Reflection<p style="text-align: justify;">Teachers are like farmers. There are tough days when the weather seems wrong and the results don't match your hard work. Nevertheless, don't lose your heart, just be steadfast to keep sowing and weeding out, harvest comes after rain, sweat and tears. 🌈🌾</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdILNj1zW5oScWhZ8RgY18nmTQqPLDwROWS8kt46Bux-dyS7EesjOoBBVAvOKLB1MXYEbOZB8hOGHjzHFlhUD9mkL0nffgegz50wYsKn_61v50u87Yx7ss9jC8l7_Ou2BOaRPi3DgYNs2AoufY5BjbHNGZi9eyrcxtbvzeaNhNpRx3pqdnnf7AuCHAzQ/s960/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-08-30%20at%204.14.43%20PM.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdILNj1zW5oScWhZ8RgY18nmTQqPLDwROWS8kt46Bux-dyS7EesjOoBBVAvOKLB1MXYEbOZB8hOGHjzHFlhUD9mkL0nffgegz50wYsKn_61v50u87Yx7ss9jC8l7_Ou2BOaRPi3DgYNs2AoufY5BjbHNGZi9eyrcxtbvzeaNhNpRx3pqdnnf7AuCHAzQ/s320/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-08-30%20at%204.14.43%20PM.jpeg" width="320" /></a></p>Jordan Lam Chung Ponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15451402399583222760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079019376882466155.post-67583517415735967232019-12-15T00:04:00.000+08:002019-12-15T00:07:42.898+08:00No Reserves. No Retreats. No Regrets.<div class="bodytext" style="background-color: #f2f2f2; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Bitter, Georgia, "Times New Roman", sans-serif; font-size: 0.9375rem; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 20px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">
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In 1904 William Borden, heir to the Borden Dairy Estate, graduated from a Chicago high school a millionaire. His parents gave him a trip around the world. Traveling through Asia, the Middle East, and Europe gave Borden a burden for the world’s hurting people. Writing home, he said, “I’m going to give my life to prepare for the mission field.”<br />
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C<span style="font-size: 0.9375rem;">ompleting studies at Princeton Seminary, Borden sailed for China to work with Muslims, stopping first at Egypt for some preparation. While there he was stricken with cerebral meningitis and died within a month. A waste, you say! Not in God’s plan. In his Bible underneath the words </span><i style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">No Reserves</i><span style="font-size: 0.9375rem;"> and </span><i style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">No Retreats</i><span style="font-size: 0.9375rem;">, he had written the words </span><i style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">No Regrets</i><span style="font-size: 0.9375rem;">.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">每次唱一些为主献上的歌曲时都很心虚,嘴里说的是我愿为袮去,主我跟袮走,但其实内心想的是请找我隔壁那位看起来更有才华,更愿意献上的弟兄或姐妹;而我会为他/她祷告的。至于生活在无拉港这个人口非常多元化的地方,我更是练就了眼中只有同文化的自己人。可以很轻易地就忽视在路上行走,在餐馆服务,在社区邻里生活的异族人。</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">直到2017年开始,上帝让我的信仰生涯开始出现转折。上帝差派化身为平凡人的奇特天使和透过“把握时机”宣教生命课程不断地和我说话,告诉我祂真正的心意。而我也慢慢学习像马利亚一般的专注聆听, 而不再像马大一样的忙进忙出 - 做得多,却听从得少。</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">自从2007年开始执教以来,我也在我的学校担当起校队篮球教练的职务。那是我的兴趣与其中的一个热情所在,也好希望能让它成为多一个平台去宣扬福音。但我却做得不怎么样,更多时候还是和别的教练一样被胜负牵引着心旋。</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">在2016年尾,当我带领我的小球员到MABA篮球馆观赏ABL职业球赛时,有一位美国教练看到我穿着林书豪的球衣又带着一群学生球员时便上前来介绍自己是一位基督徒并询问我是否有意和他的球队进行友谊赛。看在大家都热爱篮球也都是基督徒我也一口气就答应他了。</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">三个月后他先带领他的球队来到我校进行校史上第一场的跨国友谊赛,再半年后我和学校的团队也带领我们的小球员去到苏拉威西岛(Sulawesi)的望加锡(Makassar)和班坦(Bantaeng) 创下当地的小童篮球历史和他们进行了几场的友谊赛并让球员们参与了一个历时几天的篮球技术营。当时不单是上了当地报纸,还被邀请到班坦的皇府与当地的皇室成员共进晚餐,让我们一行42人都非常地受宠若惊。</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">这全都是因为这一位JL教练(为保护他的事工不便透露真名)是当地一位受敬重的外国教练。他从大学时期开始对印尼产生属灵负担,后来便来到雅加达修读硕士。完成学业后,他放弃了美国大学优厚薪酬的工作机会,带着妻子儿女举家搬到望加锡开办篮球学院接触当地居民。他与一位印尼巴布亚传道一起创办的地下教会由几人开始到我有幸藉着机会参加他们的崇拜时人数已达上百人,整间店屋楼上都挤满了人。</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">当晚的讲员(也是一位美国的运动宣教士)提到眼前的情景就像启示录7章9至10节所说,“<span class="text Rev-7-9" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">此后我观看,见有许多的人,没有人能数过来,是从各国、各族、各民、各方来的,站在宝座和羔羊面前,身穿白衣,手拿棕树枝,</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span class="text Rev-7-10" id="zh-CUVMPS-30754" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">大声喊着说:“愿救恩归于坐在宝座上我们的神,也归于羔羊!”</span><span style="background-color: white;"> 当中有M族归信者,华侨,外表像非洲人的巴布亚人和好几位的白人。席地而坐在角落头的我顿时醒悟上帝把我带到那里原来并不是为了篮球,而是让我</span><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">瞥见</span><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">天堂</span><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">跨文化的奥秘。</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">第二年,JL带着一位M族归信者和三位自费飞了20个小时,15千公里的美国职业教练来到我的小小学校再次为孩子们举办一场三天的美式篮球营。他们在每一次的练习后都会聚集孩子们与他们分享一些圣经故事,鼓励他们追求正面的价值观。这是上帝特别施恩于我让我能亲身观摩如何在各式教育平台上为主作出改变。我也从害怕在工作场合公开谈讲主耶稣的爱到真正活出保罗所说的”我不以福音为耻”。</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">现在我家和JL一家九口(他们生养众多有七个孩子!)已有了密切的互联见面鼓励的关系。当有一次我俩发现我们原来是同年,同月,同日出生时,我们都起了鸡皮疙瘩,知道一切都是上帝早已安排好的奇妙计划。</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">但当时的我还是以为人生好消息有告诉身边的人就好了。</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="text-align: justify;">各个课程组件都以直达心坎的方式引领学员们一步一步贴近上帝的普世胸怀。从事不关己到如何参与在上帝的计划当中它都能让学员们有许多的看见和亮光。</span>参与这个课程从学员到成为协助的导师,我所看到的是几乎每一位参与其中的都被许许多多的见证所感动,几乎都会有所回应。</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">我和我太太也不例外,正在持续回应着。课程是上完了,可是我俩的宣教生命却不断被更新。身为公务员,本该汲汲营营努力到准时退休便可以靠着两人加起来丰富的退休金安然度过晚年。但是现在我们更想做的是安排提早退休,以便于在有限的壮年时期能完全背负起十字架,更深入的参与在各种宣教机会当中。</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">我们也改变了我们的生活方式更多的操练简朴,为给而活。大量减少到消费比较昂贵的餐厅吃饭,把省下来的钱更多的去资助各差会的宣教士。我们也常常为不同的族群祷告,把访宣放在每一年的旅游计划当中。对于住在无拉港的外来移民,我们现在都好想能多关心他们。我和我妈妈旧家的罗兴亚租户当起了朋友,也透过装修工程有了一位来自泗水的印尼友人。</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">由于这个宣教课程大大的激励了我们,让我们明白上帝从创始至终都爱每一个族群,祂更要透过耶稣的追随者去让每一个族群都得救,因此我们也担起了动员者的责任,鼓励更多的教会肢体也愿意让上帝透过这个课程去启发他们,让宣教融入在每一位信徒的日常生活里,不分彼此,齐心合力完成大使命。</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">至此,我已经清楚了解上帝这两三年来给予我奇妙带领背后的目的。上帝没有呼召每一个人都去当宣教士,但是上帝呼召每一位信徒都要在大使命当中背负起各自的责任。就像William Borden所写下的,”毫无保留、毫不撤退、毫不后悔。”</span></div>
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Every life is a wonderful story worthy of being told.</div>
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Every life is a work of art, and if it does not seem so, perhaps it is only necessary to illuminate the room that contains it.</div>
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The secret is never to lose faith, to have confidence in God’s plan for us, revealed in the signs with which He shows us the way.</div>
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If you learn to listen, you will find that each life speaks to us of love. Because love is the key to everything, the engine of the world.</div>
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Jordan Lam Chung Ponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15451402399583222760noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079019376882466155.post-74462609182167640682019-04-21T04:26:00.004+08:002019-04-26T19:49:51.234+08:00A Beautiful Poem Hidden in 'Music and Lyrics'Dream Box<br />
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<span style="color: #444444;">我有很多的称呼我都很喜欢。但是有一个称呼总会让我心软、让我感恩,有时也好到让我怀疑是不是在做梦。那个称呼就是“爸爸”。每当我的两个儿子呼叫我作“爸爸”,他们的小手牵住我的大手时,我都不会觉得是理所当然,而是不可思议。如果你已不相信奇迹,让我告诉你,小生命的形成就是最大的奇迹。而且他还长得像你,说话像你,态度像你,就好像是一个迷你的你。</span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">所以当<span style="font-family: inherit;">圣经在诗篇127:3 说到,“儿女是耶和华所赐的产业,所怀的胎是他给的赏赐。” <span style="background-color: #fdfeff;">我是即感恩又战战兢兢的,因为这财富是上帝特别给你的,可千万别搞砸了!我永远都会感谢我的太太,群心为我生下两个活力满点的<i>cahaya mata</i>。因为他们两兄弟的存在真的是光芒四射,也开阔了我们的属灵眼光让我们更能看见永恒的盼望。</span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: #fdfeff;">但我们也像以弗所书6:4所说的,“</span></span><span style="background-color: #fdfeff; font-family: "trebuchet" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">你们作父亲的,不要激怒儿女,却要照着主的教训和劝戒,养育他们。“ </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001320; font-family: "trebuchet" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #fdfeff; color: #444444;">两个孩子的出生也无时无刻的提醒我和群心要孝敬我们各自的父母。这不是因为我们要得着在世长寿的应许。而是因为它像一面镜子,让我们明白到何为平凡的伟大。有时在外人看来是鼓噪乏味的琐事,煮饭、载送、训诲、陪伴,你细看时却会发现没有爱这些事都不会被做好。因此如果你问我,我会告诉你我那几乎天天在厨房里变魔术,变足四十年的母亲,她的伟大是Thomas Edison也比不上的。因为我相信就算电灯没被发明,我的母亲也一定会想出办法,在黑暗中也不会让她的孩子们挨饿。</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fdfeff; font-family: "trebuchet" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: #001320;">我爱我的父母,我的妻子和我的孩子。不只是在世上,我盼望将来在天上也能和他们再相聚。因此我很感恩我们都拥有共同的信仰。我们都相信耶稣为我们在十字架上做了挽回祭,</span><span style="color: #666666;">所以我们都能把我们的生命交托在上帝的手中,</span><span style="color: #444444;">当我们在世上的岁月</span></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444;">到达终点时,我们仍然能够怀着盼望,在永恒中相见。这帮助了我面对我父亲在几年前的离世。也帮助我不害怕自身的死亡。</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">”如今长存的有信,有望,有爱这三样,其中最大的是爱<span style="font-family: "trebuchet" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #fdfeff;">。“(哥林多前书13:13)因此我和群心为我们的两位儿子取名”坚信“和”立望“,期许他们和我们一家四口能够在主里,在家里,在他人当中一起坚立信,望,爱。继续做好我们儿女的本分,父母的身份和关爱他人的责任。哪里有爱,那里就是天堂。</span></span></span></div>
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Jordan Lam Chung Ponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15451402399583222760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079019376882466155.post-12515334492301338372018-01-31T20:04:00.000+08:002019-04-21T04:32:10.028+08:00Someone Somewhere Somehow Wrote A Great Reflection About Social Media vs Education<div style="text-align: justify;">
To all the people whom I do not know & all the people who do not know me,</div>
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(I am referring to the outrage incident on a teacher who had lost her temper in the meeting room of a secondary school in Kulim, Kedah. The following text represents her in my own perspective as contrast to the Internet’s perspective.)</div>
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I am a medical student aspiring to be a doctor someday. Before this, I was a student like everyone else, what makes me different is I was fortunate enough to be a student of this wonderful teacher that I still remember dearly today. A kind, hardworking, committed teacher who has brought up this aspiring youngster, perhaps many more.</div>
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However, it breaks my heart to learn that people won’t remember her the same way as I do from now on.</div>
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I was in Form 5 when she first came in our class, English class to be exact. Her reputation preceded her. Rumours about her wrongdoings due to her mental condition, speculations about our English class going from worse to worst had long reached our ears way before she could step foot in our class. Her voice had lost to rumours in the race of speed. Before she could speak for herself, rumours had already spoken for her.</div>
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She walked in, she smiled, not knowing that we already disliked her by default. She held the chalk, she introduced herself, not knowing that we already knew her name a long time ago. Her introduction was like every other teacher, yet she had one of the friendliest smile I have ever seen. Her English is top notch. Writing wise, eloquent, crisp, professional. Speaking wise, articulate, fluent, confident. Her vast pool of vocabulary and organic use of bombastic words left us awed. Her first lesson alone had purged all the infamous stories I had heard about her, and all that was left was a strong urge to learn more of the English language, and less of what she was “well known” for.</div>
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I had many good teachers as a student, but she was one of a kind. Every essay questions she assigned to the students, she ensured that she wrote the same essay herself, before collecting 40 copies of essays from students to mark them. The level of details in her marking was astounding. Some students were weak in sentence structures, she corrected every single one of them by writing a new one on top. Our essays were always lines of blue sandwiched between lines of red. To be frank it hurt our eyes looking at our essays being brutally splurged with red ink, but somehow it warmed my heart, especially when I read the comments she carefully wrote in the bottom. Rather than a typical “well done”, “good job” or “very good”, she never failed to write us a paragraph of feedbacks and words of encouragement.</div>
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I never understood how she was willing to spend so much time on each and every exercise book, it doesn’t make sense to me, unless she doesn’t see it as time wasting in the first place. A passion of hers? Maybe nothing noble like that, perhaps she only sees her work as a responsibility she couldn’t shed as long as there are students who want to learn English in Malaysia.</div>
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Rumour’s words sparked fear among us, rumour’s words made us forgot that she is a human being with words of her own, rumour’s words didn’t let her make her own introduction. Rumours told us who she is from “what I have heard” but not who she is as a person. Rumours made us felt like we knew so much about this teacher, but we were yet to realise how little we actually know about her. We later regret for believing rumour’s false accusation, when rumour itself shows no remorse.</div>
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Looking back, it has been 4 years since I was in Form 5. After all these years, her rumours don’t seem to cease, her reputation precedes her once again, but this time in a much larger scale, from a group of 40 students to millions of strangers on the Internet. Rumours speak for her once again. She is reduced to nothing but a video in the eyes of the Internet. The number of views, shares and comments will be open to the eyes of the Internet, but her contribution, kindness and dedication are left unknown.</div>
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I have seen many teachers losing their temper in class, and trust me, the worst tantrum I have seen was never from a teacher with mental disorder. Mentally fit teachers lose their temper too. As students we are aware that they are under a colossal amount of stress, but we will never truly understand how much they must have been through as an educator. We felt helpless at times. In class we prayed for the temper to subside as soon as possible. Now that I am a young adult, I regretted for not stepping up. I regretted for not telling them: “we understand that teachers have emotions too, but we still respect you as a great teacher.”</div>
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A lot of times when people around us are distressed, we attribute them to stress, we blame them for lacking of emotional control. We choose to step aside rather than stepping up. We believe in the people in distress more than ourselves when it comes to helping people in distress. We chose to give up every opportunity to show empathy and kindness, until the day we truly needed empathy and kindness more than anything else, but when none were received, we blame God for sending us into a cruel world.</div>
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I am not here to place blame on anyone, nor am I here to talk about the education system, school’s administration or mental disorder. I am here to share my respect towards her dedication for Malaysia’s education throughout her entire life, which should not be dismissed in any way by a 3 minutes video.</div>
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Today, the internet has won a viral video, a teacher has lost her reputation. We entertain ourselves by judging behind the digital screen, while our children risk losing a wonderful human being as their teacher.</div>
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It frightens me, that this is a price we are willing to pay for a video to go viral.</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">My flesh may fail, but my heart is strengthened by God;</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I may have to hobble to move, but my soul is serving good.</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /><br />I still want to look cool because being alive isn't supposed to be uncool,<br />Life is short but colourful, it appears only once we've got to make it meaningful.<br /><br />Now I can fit myself in others' shoes,<br />Empathize those who have problems to shower head to toes.<br /><br />Every little encouragement is appreciated,<br />Every second I can still contribute will not be wasted.<br /><br />Thank you, and thank God (^_^)</span><br />
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<span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: 宋体; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: 宋体; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">三十二年来,我第一次没有爸爸,变成了单亲孩子。在我工作的学校有很多的单亲孩子,他们的内心因着缺少了那一块田地而有所空虚,我是略知一二。此时此刻,我是真切的身同感受。而这永恒的缺失,唯有天父和耶稣的爱,才得以填补。</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: 宋体; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: 宋体; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">我感谢天父,因为在我幼小和成长时,甚至是我成家立室的时候,我都有一位父亲。疼爱我,帮助我,让我有一个活生生的榜样学习如何成为一位父亲。我爸爸不是一位完美的父亲,当然我也不是,谁认为自己是呢?可是我知道爸爸他已经尽了他最大的努力爱我们,负责任的照顾我们。爸爸,谢谢你。</span><br />
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<span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: 宋体; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: 宋体; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">其实一开始真的很难接受爸爸已经走了的事实。昨早凌晨一时赶到医院时,看着医生说的那一段经典的对白,感觉一点都不真实。带着沉重的脚步一步步的走向病房,听着姐姐们的痛哭,看到爸爸就像平常那样躺在病床上。不同的是,无论我怎样的呼叫爸爸,爸爸,爸爸</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">…<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: 宋体; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: 宋体; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">爸爸都没有回答。可我还等着奇迹的发生。</span><br />
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<span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: 宋体; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: 宋体; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">种种的片段在脑海飞快盘旋。小时候跌倒爸爸帮我涂药、扶着我教我骑脚踏车、淹水时爸爸让我坐在澡盘里像坐船、有一次没有做功课爸爸被叫到学校,班主任给了我重重一鞭,回家后爸爸再请我吃藤条大餐、还有一次我们睡午觉直到水淹上床才惊醒,差点把妈妈气到断气、中学时和爸爸象棋大战几百回,直到爸爸再也赢不了我,我开始发现我成长了,而爸爸开始衰退。</span><br />
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<span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: 宋体; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: 宋体; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">读大学时,每当我半夜回到吉隆玻,爸爸就会到</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Puduraya</span><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: 宋体; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: 宋体; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">用摩托车载我回家。那一晚,当我和爸爸停在无人的红灯前,说暗中的事情上帝仍然察看,爸爸说,“阿邦,你信了耶稣后真的很不一样了。”这一句话给了我信仰上很大的信心。我也回问他,“那你几时要回到教会啊?”当时他答应退休后会回到教会。结果他真的信守诺言。我的见证让他归回耶稣;他回到教会后努力的读经祷告,参加乐龄团契,骑着老摩托车到教会作礼拜,结果也成为了好见证,让姐姐们也回到教会的怀抱。</span><br />
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<span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: 宋体; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: 宋体; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">人生是很矛盾的,人的智慧也很有限。有时我不知道是爸爸还在医院受苦好?还是现在他离开了好?是或淋着雨,或穿越车龙骑摩托车来回医院好?还是再也不需回到那间医院好?是爸爸再多一天就七十三岁好?还是爸爸今天在天堂开生日派对好?</span><br />
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<span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: 宋体; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: 宋体; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">上帝的话语给予人安慰。</span><br />
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<span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: 宋体; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: 宋体; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“</span><span class="text10cuv1"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: 宋体; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-fareast;">凡事都有定期、天下万务都有定时。生有时、死有时;栽种有时、拔出所栽种的、也有时;杀戮有时、医治有时;拆毁有时、建造有时;哭有时、笑有时;哀恸有时、跳舞有时;神造万物、各按其时成为美好,又将永生安置在世人心里,然而神从始至终的作为、人不能参透。传道书</span></span><span class="text10cuv1"><span style="font-family: 宋体; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-fareast;">3<span lang="ZH-CN">:</span>1-4<span lang="ZH-CN">,</span>11<span lang="ZH-CN">。</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="text10cuv1"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: 宋体; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-fareast;">上帝的旨意是美好的,上帝的时间更是准确。只是我们的目光太肤浅。我们只珍惜眼目所能见的。以为失去了生命,便永远隔绝。</span></span><br />
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<span class="text10cuv1"><span style="font-family: 宋体; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-fareast;">“<span lang="ZH-CN">但现今你们既从罪里得了释放、作了神的奴仆、就有成圣的果子、那结局就是永生!</span>”<span lang="ZH-CN">罗马书</span>6<span lang="ZH-CN">:</span>22</span></span><br />
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<span class="text10cuv1"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: 宋体; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-fareast;">昨晚钟传道说到</span></span><span class="text10cuv1"><span style="font-family: 宋体; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-fareast;">“<span lang="ZH-CN">再见</span>”<span lang="ZH-CN">和</span>“<span lang="ZH-CN">永别</span>”<span lang="ZH-CN">,这给了我们一家很大的安慰。我的大儿子</span>Matthew<span lang="ZH-CN">问到,</span>“<span lang="ZH-CN">爷爷做什么?</span>”<span lang="ZH-CN">我告诉他:</span>“<span lang="ZH-CN">爷爷</span>is
sleeping<span lang="ZH-CN">,</span>he’ll wake up in heaven, we’re going to see
him again. So, shh... Let him rest.”<span lang="ZH-CN">因为知道爸爸去了哪里,也知道我们将和他再会所以我们才得到安慰。现在我最大的愿望和祈求就是妈妈也愿意把她的生命交给耶稣和上帝。</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="text10cuv1"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: 宋体; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-fareast;">感谢那么多的亲朋戚友,同事,邻居,教会的弟兄姐妹到来致敬及给予各种方式的帮忙。感谢乐龄团契的诞生让爸爸在有生之日也能经历在基督里委身学习。</span></span><br />
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<span class="text10cuv1"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: 宋体; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-fareast;">感谢亲爱的天父能够让我们三姐弟</span></span><span class="text10cuv1"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: 宋体; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family: 宋体; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-fareast;"><span style="font-family: PMingLiU;">同心合力</span></span></span><span class="text10cuv1"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: 宋体; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-fareast;">把爸爸的遗言和遗嘱一一完成,不再有遗憾。</span></span><br />
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Jordan Lam Chung Ponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15451402399583222760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079019376882466155.post-55579711281546754962011-06-05T04:02:00.014+08:002011-06-12T04:06:02.873+08:00To Win Is To Have The Heart<div><div align="justify">One thing the Dallas Mavericks team in the NBA and our tiny Serdang Baru 1 Primary School Basketball team have in common is that - we want to, and we need to prove ourselves.<br /><br />We've been the underdogs for a long period or, most of the time. Although we've been producing some quality players and picked up some medals collectively as a team along the way in the district competitions, but not the gold yet for our U-12 team, be it boys or girls (We surprised a lot of people to came out as the U-10 Girls Champion last year, but that's not heavy enough).<br /><br /></div><div align="justify">As for the Mavs, they have:</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><strong>Dirk Nowitzki</strong> and <strong>Jason Terry</strong> - Who lost to the Miami Heat in 2006 Finals when up with 2-0.</div><div align="justify"><strong>Jason Kidd</strong> - Appeared twice in the Finals but lost both to the Los Angeles Lakers in 2002 and San Antonio Spurs in 2003, respectively.</div><div align="justify"><strong>Shawn Marion</strong> - Been to the Western Conference Finals with the Phoenix Suns but never got through.</div><div align="justify"><strong>Peja Stojakovic</strong> - Similar experience as the Matrix while wearing the Sacramento Kings jersey.</div><div align="justify"><strong>Deshawn Stevenson</strong> - Called himself the Lebron Stopper when facing the King who was still a Cavs back then but never really lived up to that name.</div><div align="justify"><strong>Tyson Chandler</strong>, <strong>JJ Barea</strong>, <strong>Brian Cardinal</strong> and <strong>Ian Mahinmi</strong> - All were doubted even to be legitimate NBA players.</div><div align="justify">Some more, the now injured <strong>Brendan Haywood</strong> and unwanted free agent <strong>Corey Brewer</strong>. Which means the WHOLE team.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">When I say the whole team, that's including their head coach, <strong>Rick Carlisle</strong>, who built the foundation for the 2004 Champions, the Detroit Pistons but was fired prior to that championship year.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">With so much heart-breakings, tears, sweat and blood shed like them, I have no choice but to fall in love with this beautiful Dallas team. They've been playing their heart out throughout the course of this playoff. They carried each other's back, hustled the whole game, shared the ball and always looked for the best chance to score. Most amazingly, they never gave up.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">That's where all the great comebacks they've succeeded in every round came from, including the one, game 2 of the Finals which made me cry at the end of it because they didn't give up to fight even with a 15-point deficit in the last 5 minutes.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">That's what basketball is all about, it's about effort. It's about who wants to win the most. It's about being a TEAM to do it together.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Now, with the Mavs up 3-2, just one more win away to crown themselves as the NBA champions of 2011, their time is NOW. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Go Mavs!!!!!!!!!!</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br /><br /></div><div align="justify">ps. We're going to have 30 over new boys and more than 30 new girls joining our school team next Monday. It's a new chapter in our school team history. In order not to lose, we will have to give our heart for every practice, to work really hard, the time is now. Go SB1!</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHyJX7GBHsZwymG-ke_cwS1FI38Pk7KVESiXzYTQUZnXJoZAY__6GZehxOIDCK1S72ANONLoe4wj9dzNWy7Z8e1HalzLP4iWyRZDRCUPBasgcsvCtsomGUfka5CdVV41K6wAVVIhwmjJmH/s1600/P1040212.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 318px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617052073605155682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHyJX7GBHsZwymG-ke_cwS1FI38Pk7KVESiXzYTQUZnXJoZAY__6GZehxOIDCK1S72ANONLoe4wj9dzNWy7Z8e1HalzLP4iWyRZDRCUPBasgcsvCtsomGUfka5CdVV41K6wAVVIhwmjJmH/s320/P1040212.JPG" /></a></div></div>Jordan Lam Chung Ponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15451402399583222760noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079019376882466155.post-10464203722922219082011-01-09T14:24:00.003+08:002011-01-09T14:40:55.796+08:00Shaq-a-Claus delivers gifts<em>Adapted from Slamonline.com :-)<br /><br />by Anton Kudriavtsev/@TheDiesel<br /><br />Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house<br />Not a creature was stirring, not even Jerry Krause.<br />The banners were hung by the chimney with care,<br />In hopes that St. Sternbot soon would be there.<br /><br />The players were nestled all snug in their beds,<br />While visions of max contracts danced in their heads.<br />Free agents and those wanting a trade<br />Begin dreaming of possibilities made.<br /><br />When out on the court there arose such a clatter,<br />They sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.<br />Away to half court they flew like a flash,<br />Tore open the floor to discover ‘Toine’s old stash.<br /><br />They opened the box and like angels did sing<br />Money, some notes, and Artest’s pawned ring.<br />When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,<br />But a miniature sleigh, is that Bill Laimbeer?<br /><br />The sled did shake and the players stepped back<br />They knew in a moment it must be St. Shaq!<br />More rapid than Rose escaping his SAT’s<br />He whistled, and shouted, and called them with glee!<br /><br />“Now Amar’e! Now, Dirk! Now, Durant and Dwight!<br />On, Bron! On, Kobe! Don’t invite Chris Bosh and we’ll be alright.<br />To the top of the key! Quick like John Wall!<br />For we have much presents to deliver to all!”<br /><br />For Rondo, as smooth as he is with the rock<br />For his form, I give him a brand new Shotloc.<br />Give Delonte the right number to dial<br />For KG, the blood of his enemies in a vial.<br /><br />To Oden some thick pads for his knees<br />For Durant a protein shake – lift, brother please!<br />As Melo receives his double air miles<br />Tim Duncan opens his present with no smiles.<br /><br />For Paul Pierce the full series of “Matlock”<br />For Jennings an upside down frown for when he’s blocked.<br />Blake Griffin, I deliver a new pogo stick<br />To mock your opponents, thine dunks be so sick!<br /><br />For Joakim a new conditioner for the hair<br />For LeBron a hologram, to pretend a ring’s there.<br />Forget you Kobe? Never the gall<br />To you I give the best present of all:<br />Shock collars for all your teammates, no waste<br />Don’t pass you the ball? How do 120 volts taste?<br /><br />We say “Merry Christmas” to one and to all<br />Except Turkoglu, to whom we simply say “ball”!</em><br /><em> </em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjulGnAw3UuiR5PGVjTbPsCN8RikrZDgehmGV0fqid__-7Sz42UF9jIrbtYVSVg0VE8mTHpb_CoAn3_9czPh-HEE01S7AJw6a3ESG_SHEveEeGgqpVed6dW4MscLNd1I0gFOgEd6dbgL2V-/s1600/shaqaclaus.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560070657722409154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjulGnAw3UuiR5PGVjTbPsCN8RikrZDgehmGV0fqid__-7Sz42UF9jIrbtYVSVg0VE8mTHpb_CoAn3_9czPh-HEE01S7AJw6a3ESG_SHEveEeGgqpVed6dW4MscLNd1I0gFOgEd6dbgL2V-/s320/shaqaclaus.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><em></em>Jordan Lam Chung Ponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15451402399583222760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079019376882466155.post-49248132445425189992010-08-29T13:44:00.002+08:002010-08-29T15:43:21.117+08:00Matthew Lam's First Oversea TripCan you spot him?<br /><br /><embed height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&captions=1&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fjiongbao14%2Falbumid%2F5393988845839268241%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US"></embed>Jordan Lam Chung Ponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15451402399583222760noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079019376882466155.post-1140490810517475442009-10-18T22:56:00.004+08:002009-10-18T23:43:59.428+08:00The Funny Boy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP-D8WpVvaWjSgcplt7QO7btnoxUAGV_VqZwz5Zhwr7wtgTn6RUz_JdsUEZrtrVagTm3APBpF8NzkIm5njTlQ51n9-eDQbhX9W5HaX4H2Oh7hSAz2hRoQS9Uq_WrAEPF3v_B1q99D5X98s/s1600-h/june09.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393965432598860930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP-D8WpVvaWjSgcplt7QO7btnoxUAGV_VqZwz5Zhwr7wtgTn6RUz_JdsUEZrtrVagTm3APBpF8NzkIm5njTlQ51n9-eDQbhX9W5HaX4H2Oh7hSAz2hRoQS9Uq_WrAEPF3v_B1q99D5X98s/s200/june09.jpg" /></a>早上5A的体育节,一场晨雨过后,周围还是有点湿...... <br /><br />LKL:老师,学校为什么不要建一座有盖的体育馆?那么下雨时我们还可以上体育节啊,也不会被雨淋到。<br /><br />我:那你筹到多少钱了?(学校最近在进行筹款。)<br /><br />LKL:我筹到了十六块钱。<br /><br />我:那,够建一座体育馆吗?<br /><br />LKL:......<br /><br />LKL:买一打厕纸还够......那天我跟妈妈去超级市场......<br /><br /><br />后记:没有一份工作比当教师还要<strong>愉快</strong>(God knows),尤其当你处在一所"有教无类"的学府时。沙一什么都有。这里有很多特别(或特殊)的可爱学生,常让人哭笑不得,却也感触良多。上帝所造的生命每一个都真的很独特。<br /><br />LKL应该不知道,我很爱和难以定义的他谈天说地,胡说八道却又头头是道。<br /><br />感谢上帝,他的恩赐难以形容。-哥林多后书9:15Jordan Lam Chung Ponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15451402399583222760noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079019376882466155.post-67911691229888155822009-09-25T01:28:00.006+08:002009-09-25T02:06:17.707+08:00R.I.P. to Yoshito Usui and Crayon Shin-chan クレヨンしんちゃん<div align="justify">It's been another sad news for me. Reading the news that Usui San went missing during hiking was like a history-is-repeated-again when the paper reported Yasmin's in the coma.<br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Although I make no meaning to both of these great artists and entertainers, but they do mean quite a lot to me. Yoshito's comic was a great source of laughters and gateway to the Japanese culture and humor.<br /></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Expecting and buying his new volume has already been a part of my comic collecting ritual. And it'll stop at 49.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">September 11, 2009. The Tragic Day. As it was.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOLzuz5Em9PAkXuudIwv2fsyAYoo0cAp9r40ntSzAX97KqCitxd8YsULla5CffYh96pMCUbllYMfUAqyEq8rp-Z7lH6Jdci4Pc094OV2UV4BVGymE0hW0VyiqcDO3kB6IqHY1hMWj3XsL3/s1600-h/DSC_6891.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385094915970208850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOLzuz5Em9PAkXuudIwv2fsyAYoo0cAp9r40ntSzAX97KqCitxd8YsULla5CffYh96pMCUbllYMfUAqyEq8rp-Z7lH6Jdci4Pc094OV2UV4BVGymE0hW0VyiqcDO3kB6IqHY1hMWj3XsL3/s320/DSC_6891.JPG" /></a> </div>Jordan Lam Chung Ponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15451402399583222760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079019376882466155.post-6836369707745131482009-08-23T21:22:00.007+08:002009-08-23T22:13:30.850+08:0015 Malaysia<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2E93eT8uxIknivYhxPFQTPcfKBH4Pg4muouvT4FfJZhU2D_TuL_9D-MFiYA3RwxCq8eF7FZUVsa5Q-RTlpeO8zWAuNKwkzN31tIzuKsdyKys1XZyOi8DuzGOq58f1AVTJkCn3AHGvXHFh/s1600-h/15my.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 207px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373161745511090386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2E93eT8uxIknivYhxPFQTPcfKBH4Pg4muouvT4FfJZhU2D_TuL_9D-MFiYA3RwxCq8eF7FZUVsa5Q-RTlpeO8zWAuNKwkzN31tIzuKsdyKys1XZyOi8DuzGOq58f1AVTJkCn3AHGvXHFh/s320/15my.jpg" /></a>Malaysia is changing. Again. I would say. When things hit the the ground, they bounce. That's how it goes with the scenarios we have here in this beautiful land.<br /><br />Our forefathers were once young and united when this country first gained its independence. Life was tough but the spirit was high. Then we had our growth, in terms of material, but our leaders overlooked the importance of unity, and underestimated the people of Malaysia. It was hitting the ground, so it bounced back, tsunami-style, 308.<br /><br />Since then, voices are allowed, and heard. Again.<br /><br />Now, nothing is hotter than the voices of New Malaysia - 15 Malaysia, the uniqueness only the true Malaysians can comprehend (to laugh about and ponder).<br /><br /><a href="http://15malaysia.com/films/">Link yourself</a> and be a fan.</div>Jordan Lam Chung Ponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15451402399583222760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079019376882466155.post-77228891558333356362009-07-27T00:30:00.008+08:002017-09-23T12:31:26.311+08:00R.I.P. to Yasmin Ahmad<div align="justify">
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I prayed for Yasmin. God has His reason but I did hope that the stroke won't take Yasmin away. We all know that there's a time for everything, but what a grieve it is for us Malaysians to witness an icon, if not an extraordinary person represented the weaker-influence groups of Malaysians (i.e. a female-open-minded-muslim) to leave us so suddenly. She is the future-Malaysian I hope my students grow up to be; she is the present one-Malaysian that Dato' Seri Najib can relate to.</div>
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We should credit her for her true-Malaysian lifestyle and exceptional art-pieces and films she had produced. Indeed we're suffering a great loss.</div>
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R.I.P. Yasmin Ahmad, 25th July 2009.</div>
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Filmography:<br />
Rabun (My Failing Eyesight) (2003)</div>
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Sepet (Chinese Eye) (2004)</div>
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Gubra (Anxiety) (2006)</div>
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Mukhsin (2007)</div>
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Muallaf (The Convert) (2008)</div>
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Talentime (2009)</div>
Jordan Lam Chung Ponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15451402399583222760noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079019376882466155.post-23609753160580621982009-07-23T22:01:00.019+08:002009-07-27T01:35:32.867+08:00Message From Young Students<img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 215px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361691069630516146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaVMbV1Aj5VV7qXdW85KS4zKHY0a3F5aD9pWdyxvcpa1Xglt6Qf8K6nYcIq9IYrHb_OOlGcY0nauBzjeuKVNUDjIEAyjzQuWdM_i51GPKk1gSf2Avr5xC4TkLBYZoE6erOPNvGY4AGiXUT/s200/books+craze.jpg" />昨夜教会活力少年团的一位团员传来一封转发简讯,如下:<br /><div></div><br /><div>“为什么会有人疯掉?为什么会有人自杀?这些种种原因都是因为一个“书”字!!历史对将来有用吗?去见工时老板会问你历史咩?会问你秦始王到底烧了几本书哦?你去问大老板他都未必能回答..=.= 英文马来文的novel和karangan学校每年都在重复教,还要什么鬼format?难道我们聊天时要说到novel里的情节吗?还有karangan是要我们写信哦?现在什么年代了就不能打电话,sms吗?=3= 华语名句精华还有词类那些背来爽吗?难道结婚时牧师还会问你什么词哦?只要你会说我愿意就可以了咯..名句精华就更加废咯..用来骂人哦?还是要学孔子吗?不要copy cat啦..难道你没看电视人家都用'吊'吗?不要误解..周董也说过..厉害=超吊嘛..数学会加减乘除就可以了啊-还要学那一堆废的来干嘛..难道会数学你的工钱就能要求很高哦?我不如去买计算机..这都是我自己的看法而以..赞成的话就发给你朋友吧..谢谢咯”<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>我的即时回复:<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“请反回复问问你那朋友学校该教什么呢?以上他所提的科目或学习项目皆以建立人文或思考基础为出发点。一个只需学习工作技巧的人和机器又有什么分别呢?”</div><br /><div></div><div>相信时间不够用的你我都很少回应转发信息是吗?但少年人是国家未来的栋梁也,就算冒着睡虫缠身的危险也要立即以过来人(二十多年的正式学生,非正式终身学习)及未来人(培养学生的教师身份)的经历抚平他们的情绪,厘清学习的目的,分享教育的真谛。Paiseh(=.=)!!</div><br /><div></div><div>但说真的,我国的一些教育政策的确是让为人师表者也脸红不敢为之辩护。随手沾来就有历史课的大量主观的回教史却放弃了更为重要的世界史内容。语文课(特别是华英)也成了语法解剖课,教师从桃李满天下变成妙手人心第N集。And etc(plural).</div><br /><div></div><div>无可否认,教育里的某些小零件是出了问题,但这是把整部学习机器丢掉的借口吗?一个人,行走了一条必经且崎岖的道路就会想法子贡献自己的力量把道路修正,让后来者不必受同样的苦。我不是乐观过头或洒热血,只是认同sikit-sikit nanti jadi bukit,人人都愿意付出的话,有一天歪的将被扶正。所以,少年人啊!再忍耐加油吧!未来就在你的手里。</div>Jordan Lam Chung Ponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15451402399583222760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079019376882466155.post-25426036142963779012009-07-22T00:52:00.009+08:002009-07-23T00:00:50.446+08:006I Reunion 2009<div align="justify">It was the first for you guys and hopefully it won't be the last. May the friendships flow through the stream of time. God be the witness.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360958914639240002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNNO6sXSy42-lfBXDMmFEK6wiqSnvNgyAOcmtcssRyd9MNskrBfngOWpTYkvwNUeuJW6gQvDhQzE9OoYIQTWChUl4gT_Ja70g0dZzNovxAlpYQ3UDDNT5mAqviecQ4TDPRe2w23XgCAse9/s320/DSC_5648.jpg" />First Snap<br /></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360959466849451250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinymXhuEP1cfgZm9GOzC7F1u-G1uJeKlMhDyGIhgPGCgJbIRCpCvJzZJXN3wWCQB5hiRzsJk58S0JK0J4GFfGygdPn9VuyCcpc6IK_GXIp5w6z8fPHwdCwBaK9OZnYv805pSup_N-C0GTg/s320/DSC_5649.jpg" /></div><div align="center">Second Snap</div><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360960192411404402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx93JYNXiwILxe1e2sNsXVXgjlbWntzE3WbugXoDMBeSJiqrAodsDUZrJDe18UVYiXKzwi5dY16MimuTLrgM-5zCeH_nmSl4UfemSgJbRPvnTcBYER11oziH9g8EjPalvfM_HaymuAP5Z7/s320/DSC_5650.jpg" /> <p align="center">Third Snap</p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360960598033086770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfOIjb9Ba0Y3lXn2elnjbp5KQciqOXd97MgCbJg-76z5zN6U25T9EGbXua0daXAmHz2h6KuKgprpAwZFGrfKNd2axpH_UsOaZkoU8mCKSZFzjdCRqgabSJ-OEXlYl_PPXBm_1BC3pvTqHk/s320/DSC_5651.jpg" />Last Snap</p>Jordan Lam Chung Ponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15451402399583222760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079019376882466155.post-6600536472119346092009-07-13T02:59:00.007+08:002009-07-13T03:17:21.539+08:00Raub Trip 2009: Dedicated to the 5Js<div align="justify">At first I was regretting that I shouldn't promise Madam Lim to lead this trip, because I would rather spend time with my wife as she's pregnant; now I find it worthwhile and enjoyable, with memories framed on the bus, in parks, factories and even outside the toilet^^</div><div align="justify"><br /><embed height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fjiongbao14%2Falbumid%2F5357647115037100465%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US"></embed> </div>Jordan Lam Chung Ponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15451402399583222760noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079019376882466155.post-56355851924717491812009-06-14T00:35:00.030+08:002009-07-27T01:38:29.250+08:00One Malaysia<div align="justify">如果你是一位大马华人子弟,从小就开始阅读星洲日报;如果你是一位马来同胞,从小就开始阅读Utusan Melayu,那么你要小心染上<strong>种族主义症候群</strong>。若不想感染的话,就要以第三只眼看待发生在马来西亚(我们所热爱的祖国)的种种故事,也就是说,要客观。<br /></div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="justify">一向来我都不大想发表跟bangsa有关的课题,也非常希望在表格中的bangsa一栏能被去掉。因为事实上,宪法上,法律上,你我他都是属于Bangsa Malaysia。也因为在基督教信仰里神是爱世人的(约翰福音3:16),他也要求我们爱身边的每一个人如同爱自己一样(马太福音12:31),所以我不喜也不应以肤色来做论断。因此,这一篇是为了回应我的同事兼勤劳的Blogging friend<a href="http://tun-ming.blog.friendster.com/"><span style="color:#666666;">伦敦铭心</span></a>的分享-<a href="http://tun-ming.blog.friendster.com/2009/06/%e5%ae%89%e7%84%b6%e6%97%a0%e6%81%99%e7%9a%84%e5%9c%a8%e9%a9%ac%e6%9d%a5%e8%a5%bf%e4%ba%9a%e7%ab%8b%e8%b6%b3%e9%83%bd%e4%b8%8d%e8%a1%8c%e5%90%97%ef%bc%9f/#comments"><span style="color:#666666;">安然无恙的在马来西亚立足都不行吗?</span></a>,以及一些年纪小小就有严重种族歧视的孩子所写的。</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">鄭丁賢以前在夜雨晨风这专栏里有提过Tun Mahathir推崇Machiavellianism,也就是说他是一位馬基維利主義者。Niccolò Machiavelli是欧洲复兴时期的一位政治哲学家。他生平最重要的一部著作叫做“君主論”(The Art of War,和孙子兵法英文同名)。在这本书里他提倡了<strong>分而治之(Divide and rule)</strong>的政治科学。此后,这书便成了每一个统治者的必读之书。</div><br /><div align="justify">在这个提倡之下,手握大权者为了巩固与延长自身的地位,而不惜在他管辖的领土里<strong>制造分裂</strong>以便于通过等分的力量互相制衡,最后自己坐收渔人之利。印尼的前总统Suharto和中华民国台湾的前总统陈水扁就是以此作为他们的权力武器。前者透过全体人民推动民主平等而渐渐从排华的历史中复苏,但后者的蓝绿阵营却还是水火不容。</div><br /><div align="justify">马来西亚呢?其实,五十年多前的马来西亚就像Petronas一年一度的国庆日广告那样,为着成立<strong>一个马来西亚</strong>不分种族的努力,和谐的共存,这是我爸爸(他今年已六十九岁了)和一些旅行时闲聊的各种族老伯伯曾经告诉我的。五一三事件一开始只是单纯的政治冲突,却被有心人(争权者)借机转变为种族冲突。</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="justify">在那样的局面下,当时的首相Tun Abdul Razak要解决经济上的贫富鸿沟所以推行了Dasar Ekonomi Baru,在教育上要团结人民所以Laporan Razak也跟着出炉,从此马来语取代了英语,国小开始被政府重视。在那时的情形之下,这两个政策不可谓不合时,不然以当时马华公会的政治话语权,他们怎不反对到底?</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="justify">但是来到15年后Tun Mahathir上位的八十年代,为何这些政策没有被检讨呢?因为这一位治国有方(经济上)的<strong>馬基維利主義</strong>掌权者知道这些政策将是可以被有效利用的<strong>分而治之</strong>的工具。馬來主权(Ketuanan Melayu)一说也于1986年出现在巫统政治人物Abdullah Ahmad在新加坡的演说內容內,这个字眼是在90年代才纳入历史课程,90年代之前并沒有这個字眼。(盧誠國,星洲日報‧2009.04.06)</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="justify">如果你是今天的政客,看到Tun二十年来捞这一招捞到风生水起,不论你是巫的、华的或印的,就算是死胡同(看看台湾,看看自己),你才不理呢,对不对?</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizIoew2dDPBkwcNq7fnY-GR_dTb-qvds9Jd09XD7p9AnAFQbymRKwme14gX0Ty9Tuw89FVqVVHpAeancxE7e-pW381rr8XVVuTzfqpq8Dw_QLT3z-t921pJudimI7gFE96pU1Yo4P_9m6i/s1600-h/100_5635.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 231px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346895790390916354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizIoew2dDPBkwcNq7fnY-GR_dTb-qvds9Jd09XD7p9AnAFQbymRKwme14gX0Ty9Tuw89FVqVVHpAeancxE7e-pW381rr8XVVuTzfqpq8Dw_QLT3z-t921pJudimI7gFE96pU1Yo4P_9m6i/s200/100_5635.JPG" /></a>很多不明就理的人常常会觉得很气愤,很不公平,结果从此以一竹竿打翻整艘船的歧视整个族群,可知这是extreme racist?本是受害的却变成和加害的一样了。其实平凡如你我,看见不善不公之事,只要想着,上帝必会审判那不公不义之徒,不是不报,只是时候未到。<br /></div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">放轻松。</div><br /><div align="left">Let us be color blind, let us be Malaysian.</div>Jordan Lam Chung Ponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15451402399583222760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079019376882466155.post-2082683482857277052009-02-23T01:35:00.009+08:002009-02-23T02:26:28.182+08:00Langkawi Permata 2008久违的同学们,别来无恙吗?这些照片勾起了我去年和你们共同渡过的许多回忆,以及毕业旅行的欢愉。十年后的你们会是怎样的呢?Will Alice still be in her own Wonderland?<br /><br />愿平安与希望常与你们同在(^_^)<br /><br /><embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fjiongbao14%2Falbumid%2F5305658099729505489%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss"></embed><br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/jiongbao14/Langkawi2008?feat=directlink">Click on the image to enlarge or download.</a></span>Jordan Lam Chung Ponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15451402399583222760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079019376882466155.post-45821885892595833562009-02-15T12:11:00.019+08:002009-07-27T01:39:26.724+08:00The Curious Case of Benjamin Button<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyCOg331WjtLde9ohzqm4MYdceUwepvGZUJA6v203E7jWnvoOu7GNI5Sk7JZBFtJEEIAB9g8Mxr_NXaiMuTmj4oo-dijJYw13wLpUiGK6rcZ-yTCG6rTtyNmF58Zl8E4T2-X4o1BHthftq/s1600-h/Benjamin_Button_poster.jpg"><span style="color:#333333;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302896297331950466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyCOg331WjtLde9ohzqm4MYdceUwepvGZUJA6v203E7jWnvoOu7GNI5Sk7JZBFtJEEIAB9g8Mxr_NXaiMuTmj4oo-dijJYw13wLpUiGK6rcZ-yTCG6rTtyNmF58Zl8E4T2-X4o1BHthftq/s200/Benjamin_Button_poster.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#333333;">I'm not the type of guy who celebrates the Valentine's Day. I think it's too commercialized and not necessarily meaningful for my wife and me as we have our anniversaries to embrace.<br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#333333;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#333333;">Anyhow, I did a little planning this year because I received some signals from my the other half that I ought to be more romantic and less against the world. I thought she is right. So I did. The flower, the card, the dinner and surprises. But it didn't go on as well as I thought. We had a little argument over a little thing after the dinner on this so-called the loving night. Well, the Bible had said it,"In his heart a man plan his course, but the Lord determines his steps."-Proverbs 16:9. I must be a bad Valentine's Day planner I guess.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#333333;">So we were on the verge of giving up the midnight movie which I've bought the tickets earlier, the first time I did that. But thank God, we were still managed to show up at the theater on time. The film is inspired by the 1921 short story of the same name written by F. Scott Fitzgerald (also the author of <em>The Great Gatsby</em>), it is about a man who starts aging backwards with bizarre consequences. In simple words, all human being will grow old, but what if there is one of us who grows young?</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#333333;">There it goes an inspiring black humor movie, reminding us to live life to its fullest, because in either way, still, those from dust will go back to dust.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#333333;">At the end, my wife and I walked out of the cinema holding each other's hands - As Benjamin said,"You never know what's coming for you." </span></div>Jordan Lam Chung Ponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15451402399583222760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079019376882466155.post-49198173993524521692008-12-25T02:50:00.005+08:002009-02-22T23:52:27.403+08:00牙牙学语<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfl-Z-G9camG0HhwZX3V0X9AUXO__wH30-ggkn36DLbGb6qeT1CDnZ7ubPk0F9ZFNXI6jk_k2wOcUmEKAqpcC-1PaZMsJ_bmQIGiMO7bPc9ZtdwbQ6XdksntLZnEiQ1hFh3W56wC7ESQXi/s1600-h/DSC_2532.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283444102845063202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfl-Z-G9camG0HhwZX3V0X9AUXO__wH30-ggkn36DLbGb6qeT1CDnZ7ubPk0F9ZFNXI6jk_k2wOcUmEKAqpcC-1PaZMsJ_bmQIGiMO7bPc9ZtdwbQ6XdksntLZnEiQ1hFh3W56wC7ESQXi/s320/DSC_2532.jpg" border="0" /></a>你有问过你的父母你出生后学会说的第一个字是什么字吗?</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">照片里的小小瓜是我二姐的小宝贝,也是现在我家里人气最高的淘气瓜(也是最讨人喜欢的),Victor。</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">他和他的哥哥有一个共同点,就是他们所学会的第一个发音都不是“爸爸”或“妈妈”,也不是很多婴儿先学会的“mum mum”(吃东西之意),而是 - 哥哥怀宇先学会说的是“gai gai”,逛街也!而弟弟今天一开口更令我大吃一惊,他跑到露台去喊隔壁的“kakak”!</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">我想姐姐此刻应是又伤心又吃醋吧。囧。</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">除了kakak,Victor 目前仅有的另一个词汇是“wow wow”,那就是楼下的小狗狗。不知道他几时才会叫我“舅舅”呢,我很期待。</div>Jordan Lam Chung Ponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15451402399583222760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079019376882466155.post-50104377917466030232008-12-21T02:27:00.007+08:002008-12-23T19:38:02.986+08:00Jesus Really Does Love YouSharing a beautiful story (fowarded email from Veronica Wong):<br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtRbYk00MYHJTGeicEj1b5f8tYtEH_u8sWuqfeRWDJlLqegwUj63EgTJnKlblGee_ZfcvrAEJgmXFyDEqtZ9Fh8QcEwZUoPqEp07Qz0BKo-xvH54j0or79Jd1QNHb9p-iBOldoBkWly4qA/s1600-h/DSC_0918.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282945250385537346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtRbYk00MYHJTGeicEj1b5f8tYtEH_u8sWuqfeRWDJlLqegwUj63EgTJnKlblGee_ZfcvrAEJgmXFyDEqtZ9Fh8QcEwZUoPqEp07Qz0BKo-xvH54j0or79Jd1QNHb9p-iBOldoBkWly4qA/s320/DSC_0918.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="justify">Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church, the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts.<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring down rain. The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, "OK, dad, I'm ready."<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">His Pastor dad asked, "Ready for what?"<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">"Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out."<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">Dad responds, "Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring down rain."<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, "But Dad, aren't people still going to Hell, even though it's raining?"<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">Dad answers, "Son, I am not going out in this weather." Despondently, the boy asks, "Dad, can I go? Please?"<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">His father hesitated for a moment then said, "Son, you can go. Here are the tracts, be careful son.."<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">"Thanks Dad!"And with that, he was off and out into the rain. his eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a Gospel Tract.<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST TRACT. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted.<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered. He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer.<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">Finally, this eleven year old trooper turned to leave, but something stopped him. Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch! He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, "What can I do for you, son?" With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, "Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that *<strong>JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU</strong>* and I came to give you my very last Gospel Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE."<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">With that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave. She called to him as he departed. "Thank you, son! And God Bless You!"<br /></div><br />Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit. As the service began, he asked, "Does anybody have any testimony or want to say anything?"<br /><br /><div align="justify">Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet. As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her face, "No one in this church knows me. I've never been here before. You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live.<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck.<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">Standing on that chair, so lonely and brokenhearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, "I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away." I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly. I thought to myself again, "Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me." I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you! The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, "Ma'am, I just came to tell you that <strong>JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU</strong>." Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand.<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more.<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">You see---I am now a Happy Child of the KING. Since the address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell."<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of praise and honor to THE KING resounded off the very rafters of the building, Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little angel was seated.<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably. Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love & honor for his son... Except for One.<br /></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhES3ySdFq8EtZnFBcBZZCXkP6ly3sXSXqF3uEXNQjQfUzXulZcZuv3eLBCM1xHla1UXRarBqSQaHTRPe85NVa1toDaRFiVq5o_ukwce6LaOAtrzhZnrRNmVtQn17r0XiqinJa9G-OndIBg/s1600-h/DSC_3641.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282947010713717874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhES3ySdFq8EtZnFBcBZZCXkP6ly3sXSXqF3uEXNQjQfUzXulZcZuv3eLBCM1xHla1UXRarBqSQaHTRPe85NVa1toDaRFiVq5o_ukwce6LaOAtrzhZnrRNmVtQn17r0XiqinJa9G-OndIBg/s320/DSC_3641.jpg" border="0" /></a>Our Heavenly Father also allowed His Son to go out into a cold and dark world.</em></strong> He received His Son back with joy unspeakable, and as all of heaven shouted praises and honor to The King, the Father sat His beloved Son on a throne far above all principality and power and every name that is named.<br /></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong>Blessed are your eyes for reading this message.</strong></div>Jordan Lam Chung Ponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15451402399583222760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079019376882466155.post-57647125338125042732008-12-14T15:37:00.003+08:002008-12-14T15:58:02.247+08:00First Love<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhMas6o1SEMhHNGThuLYqEGca1qav45m4RJRt4m2sv1lHpEuTdab7u8VzpVFG1zAI3koaUGTx7_UQcegi_89dUqgPR3P-acfAts3IDuvqy6Dj9jexpam8Y99S3qbd_hhs2PfK2PchgGqel/s1600-h/Image2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279551072186505234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhMas6o1SEMhHNGThuLYqEGca1qav45m4RJRt4m2sv1lHpEuTdab7u8VzpVFG1zAI3koaUGTx7_UQcegi_89dUqgPR3P-acfAts3IDuvqy6Dj9jexpam8Y99S3qbd_hhs2PfK2PchgGqel/s320/Image2.jpg" border="0" /></a>Apart from play-acting as some cartoon characters (Power Puff Girl Z is his favourite, period), my nephew Waiyu also has his natural interest to draw. Due to that, we have to repaint our house early this year to cover his initial art works on the wall. Anyhow, a few months ago, he drew this on a piece of paper and said to me,"my love, for you." As usual, in the following he appealed for something I can't remember, but still, it's a fisrt "LOVE" I can't forget.Jordan Lam Chung Ponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15451402399583222760noreply@blogger.com0