A CHOICE TO BE HAPPY OR WORRY

No one is happy twenty-four hours a day. But, too many are happy too few hours a day. The happier you are, the greater the basic patterns of satisfaction are being built in your subconscious. Once you have a real satisfaction pattern, you will live more easily and certainly more prosperously. Not that you will not have problems, but the problems will not get as much of your emotional attention and thus they will be more easily solved. Your mental attention stays on the level of solutions, not on the level of problems. Worry is reduced to a minimum, and faith in the goodness of mankind is expanded. You have moved from the level of fight, pressure and argument to the level of directed attention on positives followed by intelligent right action. This is the way life was meant to be lived. Continue reading...

All in our hands

Chinse New Year..Sing Nien, i learned and still learning to improve my life each and every day and most thankful to God that I'm still healthy and living through HIS blessing in grace. We always says hope for a better year..i hope i will be a better me instead for this year..is time i reminisce about the events that occurred throughout 2010..it is not wrong to hope for a better year ahead, it would also be great if one decides to be in control of whether they have a good year or not.

When i think of the past, I always seems to forget all the bad things that have happened. I guess i just programed to not keep sad experiences f

or long in my mind but as a lesson instead...after all is all past....as i believe the universe is not going to give us a good life, if i don't start to be better me( you), to be more grateful and be more positive. Most of the things in life are how we perceive them. Simple things- like whether we like a song, whether we like the food - are all up to us...one of the factors that lead to confidence is perception.

The summary of perception is that if someone offers you an insult, remember that it's only that one person's opinion. In truth, we have to make our own meaning of things. We decide if we are confident, we decide the way our life turns out. We don't need the world to tell us who we are, we decide who we are. We choose to be the positive one when times are gloomy, we choose to be happy.

However, saying that and doing that are two different things, and that is why my prayer for the new year is that I will have the ability to do that.To stay independent of things around me, and Jesus and me be the marker of my own life. I guess what I'm trying to say is that it's all in the mind. We control our mood, we shouldn't just react to life. So...not only to hope for a better year but most important a better me (you).

Have a wonderful and grateful Merry Christmas & a Happy New Year 2011

Amazing...this turkey really taste SO SEDAP, I always think turkey meat usually quite tough, but amazing taste so much better then chicken, so tender, smooth and sweet the meat...of course plus my mother recipe..marinate! i love turkey meat hmmm :),

"This A Fake Cake, I want the turkey ..."

I wish everyone a very joyous Christmas and a smooth year ahead 2011...God Bless all of you .
A time to be thankful for all the blessings we received and be grateful for all that we have been bless..***.MERRY CHRISTMAS*** :)

Christmas Just Around The Corner...

Christmas ~just not far away from now, i still remember last year Christmas just over not so long..time really indeed flying off fast, fast then i could imagine. I just pray that each year of Christmas mark in my life can be fully and happily live with much Joy, Peace and most is Love. I love Christmas , cos it remind me of Jesus... and also the end of a year soon ..to be grateful that we can live healthy, safe and with much love. Of course there will be time that we feel unhappy and sad of some issues arise in between time, but... cheerios! cause we finally made to the year end and be stronger ..most , live happily and let go thing's which cause us unhappiness, cherish all the good things we are blessed in our life for as long as i live...indeed God have given us with love and grace.

I treasure every moment with them...

Zoe and Loke-Loke

Zoe...love

She( Loke-Loke) is looking for my hubby....

Zoe.......big girl now..very obedient and kind

my puppy, to some they are just puppy or to some of you might think I'm obsessed to puppy, but I'm not, I love them very much ...is part of my life, this 2 puppy are so adorable and close to me...i believe God bless two of them to me, especially Zoe is from baby , she understand most what i communicate...amazing! isn't it, very good girl and seems to understand me too...only i knew..she sleep with me, talk to me tru her eye expression and body movement...seems that i understand her too. This are all the pics ...that i will keep for remembrance...every movement and moment is so precious to me :-))

Remember you cant take your..house,car or anything with you...whenyou die..

FLOWER PRESENT A TOKEN OF RESPECT FOR THE DECEASED

FUNERAL CREMATE CENTRE OF JOHOR BAHRU

last couple of weeks ago, a member of our church died at the age of 72... cremate~dust to dust ashes to ashes, may her soul rest in peace with God in HIS KINGDOM , well everyone need to reach this junction in life. So why are we still so pessimist about our daily issue at time's? I think?...live to the fullest possible and enjoy your life ....cos you really don't know when will your turn come, life can be very unpredictable ya, so just live one day at a time and appreciate the gift of health and love one's when we still have it!:~) I can almost guarantee that someday when you look back on your life it is not how many achievement or items that you have collected that maters to you, but~ is the time where you share with love one's and contribution to the society that matters most....from now on treasure your life.

Found this article truly help

The Source of a Changed Life

Have you ever found yourself saying, "I hate my life"? Here'show you can become the person you'd like to be...

By Josh McDowell
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I longed to be happy. I wanted to be one of the happiest people in the entire world. I also desired meaning in life. I was looking for answers to the questions:
"Who am I?"
"Why in the world am I here?"
"Where am I going?"
More than that, I also longed to be free. I wanted to be one of the freest people in the whole world. Freedom to me was not simply doing what you want to do--anyone can do that. Freedom, for me, meant having the power to do what you know you ought to do. Most people know what they ought to do but don't have the power to do it.
So I started looking for answers. It seemed that almost everyone was into some sort of religion, so I did the obvious thing and went to church. I must have hit the wrong church, though, because it only made me feel worse. I went to church morning, noon and night, but it didn't help. I'm very practical, and when something doesn't work, I chuck it. So, I gave up religion.
I began to wonder if prestige was the answer. Being a leader, accepting some cause, giving yourself to it, and being popular might do it, I thought. At the university I attended, the student leaders held the purse strings and threw their weight around. So I ran for freshman class president and got elected. It was great having everyone know me, making the decisions, and spending the university's money to get speakers I wanted. It was great, but it wore off like everything else I had tried. I would wake up Monday morning (usually with a headache because of the night before) and my attitude was, "Well, here goes another five days." I endured Monday through Friday. Happiness revolved around three nights a week--Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Then the vicious cycle began all over again.
I suspect that few people in the universities of this country were more sincere about trying to find meaning, truth, and purpose in life than I was.
During that time I noticed a small group of people--eight students and two faculty members. There was something different about their lives. They seemed to know why they believed what they believed. They also seemed to know where they were going.
The people I began to notice didn't just talk about love--they got involved. They seemed to be riding above the circumstances of university life. While everyone else seemed under the pile, they appeared to have a content, peaceful state about them that wasn't driven by circumstances. They appeared to possess an inner, constant source of joy. They were disgustingly happy. They had something I didn't have.
Like the average student, when somebody had something I didn't have, I wanted it. So, I decided to make friends with these intriguing people. Two weeks after that decision we were all sitting around a table in the student union--six students and two faculty members. The conversation started to get around to God.
They were bothering me, so finally I looked over at one of the students, a good-looking woman (I used to think all Christians were ugly); and I leaned back in my chair (I didn't want the others to think I was interested) and I said, "Tell me, what changed your lives? Why are your lives so different from the others on campus?"
That young woman must have had a lot of conviction. She looked me straight in the eye and said two words I never thought I'd hear as part of a solution in a university: "Jesus Christ."
I said, "Oh, for God's sake, don't give me that garbage. I'm fed up with religion. I'm fed up with the church. I'm fed up with the Bible. Don't give me that garbage about religion."
She shot back, "Hey, I didn't say religion, I said Jesus Christ." She pointed out something I'd never known before: Christianity is not a religion. Religion is when human beings try to work their way to God through good works; Christianity is God coming to men and women through Jesus Christ to offer a relationship with himself.
There are probably more people in universities with misconceptions about Christianity than anywhere else in the world. Some time ago I met a teaching assistant who remarked in a graduate seminar that "anyone who walks into a church becomes a Christian." I replied, "Does walking into a garage make you a car?" I was told that a Christian is somebody who genuinely believes in Christ.
As I considered Christianity, my new friends challenged me intellectually to examine Jesus' life. I found out that Buddha, Mohammed and Confucius never claimed to be God, but Jesus did. My friends asked me to look over the evidence for Jesus' deity. They were convinced that Jesus was God in human form who died on the cross for the sins of mankind, that he was buried, that he arose three days later, and that he could change a person's life today.
I thought this was a farce. In fact, I thought most Christians were walking idiots. I'd met some. I used to wait for a Christian to speak up in the classroom so I could tear him or her up one side and down the other, and beat the professor to the punch. I imagined that if a Christian had a brain cell it would die of loneliness. I didn't know any better.
But these people challenged me over and over. Finally, I accepted their challenge. I did it out of pride to refute them, thinking there were no facts. I assumed there wasn't any evidence a person could evaluate.
After many months of study, my mind came to the conclusion that Jesus Christ must have been who he claimed to be. That presented quite a problem. My mind told me all this was true but my will was pulling me in another direction.
I discovered that becoming a Christian was rather ego-shattering. Jesus Christ made a direct challenge to my will to trust him. Let me paraphrase him. "Look! I have been standing at the door and I am constantly knocking. If anyone hears me calling him and opens the door, I will come in" (Revelation 3:20). I didn't care if Christ did walk on water or turn water into wine, I didn't want any party-pooper around. I couldn't think of a faster way to ruin a good time. So here my mind was telling me Christianity was true and my will was running away.
Whenever I was around those enthusiastic Christians, the conflict would begin. If you've ever been around happy people when you're miserable, you understand how they can bug you. They would be so happy and I would be so miserable that I'd literally get up and run right out of the student union. It came to the point where I'd go to bed at ten at night, and I wouldn't get to sleep until four in the morning. I knew I had to get it off my mind before I went out of my mind! Finally my head and my heart connected on December 19, 1959, at 8:30 p.m. during my second year at the university--I became a Christian.
That night I prayed four things to establish a relationship with Jesus Christ which has since transformed my life. First, I said, "Lord Jesus, thank you for dying on the cross for me." Second, I said, "I confess those things in my life that aren't pleasing to you and ask you to forgive me and cleanse me." Third, I said, "Right now, in the best way I know how, I open the door of my heart and life and trust you as my Saviour and Lord. Take control of my life. Change me from the inside out. Make me the type of person you created me to be." The last thing I prayed was, "Thank you for coming into my life by faith." It was a faith based not upon ignorance but upon the evidence of history and God's Word.
I'm sure you've heard various religious people talking about their personal bolt-of-lightning experience. Well, after I prayed, nothing happened. I mean nothing. And I still didn't sprout wings. In fact, after I made that decision, I felt worse. I literally felt I was going to vomit. Oh, no, I thought, what did you get sucked into now? I really felt I'd gone off the deep end (and I'm sure some people think I did!).
But in six months to a year-and-a-half, I found out that I hadn't gone off the deep end. My life was changed. I was once in a debate with the head of the history department at a Midwestern university, and I said my life had been changed. He interrupted me with "McDowell, are you trying to tell us that God really changed your life in the 20th century? What areas?" After 45 minutes he said, "OK, that's enough." Let me tell you a few of the things I told him and the audience that day.
One area God changed was my restlessness. I always had to be occupied. I'd walk across the campus and my mind was like a whirlwind with conflicts bouncing around the walls. I'd sit down and try to study, but I couldn't. A few months after I made that decision for Christ, a kind of mental peace developed. Don't misunderstand. I'm not talking about the absence of conflict. What I found in this relationship with Jesus wasn't absence of conflict but the ability to cope with it. I wouldn't trade that for anything in the world.
Another area that started to change was my bad temper. I used to blow my stack if somebody just looked at me cross-eyed. I still have the scars from almost killing a guy my first year at university. My temper was such a part of me that I didn't try to consciously change it. I arrived at the crisis of losing my temper only to find it was gone! Only once in 14 years have I exploded (and when I blew it that time, I made up for it for about six years!).
There's another area of which I'm not proud. But I mention it because a lot of people need to have the same change in their lives, and I found the source of change: a relationship with Jesus Christ. That area is hatred. I had a lot of hatred in my life. It wasn't something outwardly manifested, but there was a kind of inward grinding. I was ticked off with people, with things, with issues.
But I hated one man more than anyone else in the world: my father. I hated his guts. To me he was the town alcoholic. Everybody knew my dad was a drunk. My friends would make jokes about my father staggering around downtown. They didn't think it bothered me. I was like other people--laughing on the outside. But let me tell you, I was crying on the inside. There were times I'd go out in the barn and see my mother beaten so badly she couldn't get up, lying in the manure behind the cows. When we had friends over, I would take my father out, tie him up in the barn, and park the car around the silo. We would tell our friends he'd had to go somewhere. I don't think anyone could have hated anyone more than I hated my father.
After I made that decision for Christ, he entered my life and his love was so strong that he took the hatred and turned it upside down. I was able to look my father squarely in the eyes and say, "Dad, I love you." And I really meant it. After some of the things I'd done, that shook him up.
When I transferred to a private university I was in a serious car accident. With my neck in traction, I was taken home. I'll never forget my father coming into my room. He asked me, "Son, how can you love a father like me?" I said, "Dad, six months ago I despised you." Then I shared with my dad the conclusions I had come to about Christ: "Dad, I let Jesus Christ come into my life. I can't explain it completely, but as a result of that relationship I've found the capacity to love and accept not only you but other people just the way they are."
Forty-five minutes later one of the greatest thrills of my life occurred. Somebody in my own family, someone who knew me so well I couldn't pull the wool over his eyes, said to me, "Son, if God can do in my life what I've seen him do in yours, then I want to give him the opportunity." Right there my father prayed with me and trusted Christ for the forgiveness of his sins.
Usually the changes take place over several days, weeks, months, or even a year. The life of my father was changed right before my eyes. It was as if somebody reached down and turned on a light bulb. I've never seen such a rapid change before or since. My father touched whiskey only once after that. He got it as far as his lips and that was it. I've come to one conclusion. A relationship with Jesus Christ changes lives.
You can laugh at Christianity. You can mock and ridicule it. But it works. It changes lives. If you trust Christ, start watching your attitudes and actions because Jesus Christ is in the business of changing lives.
But Christianity is not something you can shove down somebody's throat. All I can do is tell you what I've learnt. After that, it's your decision.
Perhaps the prayer I prayed will help you: "Lord Jesus, I need you. Thank you for dying on the cross for me. Forgive me and cleanse me. Right at this moment I trust you as Saviour and Lord. Make me the type of person you created me to be. In Christ's name. Amen."

What I Do Today?

Is Saturday, i cook black vinegar sweet /sour pork for hubby today! and myself of course. The taste and fragrant just taste wonderful combination..sweet and sour, yum yum!

Later 2.00pm the committee going to have a meeting, dont ever dream to have any good thing coming up from the group of hooligans! corrupted group! if in the meetin they made things mess up and yell again, my group and i will just walk off this time..sien..lazy to argue anymore.

Ya, recently i have read an article about history stone and wood bark made into pendant for sale in Jusco Tebrau City by a lady, saying that it will have healing effect on certain kind of sickness..do you believe that? I dont, not at all...I believe our mouth and habbit are the main stream to a better healt of course our mind too :-) Here I have 2 unique stone bougth from orang Asli so many many year ago by my dear father, the Orang Asli told my father is a good stone...but still to me this stone is for cooling and soothing to wear as stone is cooling .

Next see what i bought for Zoe? A new shirt ...but see ..she always like to put on one sided sleeve...all her clothes ..she wore it that way, I can put the 2 arms in 101 times , she will tae out one..hehehe!:-)as you can see from the pic.

Life is unpredictable

Here I'm sitting thinking why life is so fragile and some devil are so cruel keep pushing the worker to finish job fast!...Zoe also sitting by my side ....is she having the same thought as I am?

Today our roof project contractor worker fall from 5Th floor to the ground and die after 8 min, after fall to the ground with his head crack seriously and both leg& hand broken! he is a Sarawakian, 30 years of age and came all the way here to Johor just in order to get a better pay but sometimes is not necessary good returned but lost his life, I felt so pity and sad to heard this news this noon...our management is cruel!!! always make our contractor suffer and set all the cruel rules to them not only that always make things hard for them! I hope this people get retribution one day! May God bless his soul... in Jesus name, amen.

Roast Beef '' from my sister'' ...Merry Christmas..?

Today when i look into my picture gallery ..this picture not only makes me drooling but reminds me time really fly so fast! this roast beef picture was send to me from my sister, in US, on the last Christmas email..her home made master piece, doesn't seems too long to me the last when i received this picture from her email and now Christmas is just round the corner 4 months from now! gosh! hope i don't get white hair as fast as time fly! treasure life, cos the next you will realize that your eye will be blurry and hair will be white not too long from now.....wish to have a menu for the roast beef for the coming Christmas? ...

Today.........

before you think of saying an unkind word - Think of someone who can't speak. Before you complain about the taste of your food - Think of someone who has nothing to eat. Before you complain about your husband or wife - Think of someone who's crying out to God for a companion. Today before you complain about life - Think of someone who went too early to heaven. When you are tired and complain about your job - Think of the unemployed, the disabled and those who wished they had your job. And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down - Put a smile on your face and thank God you're alive and still around.
Life is a gift, Live it, Enjoy it, Celebrate it, And fulfill it. As if you are just about to face your maker.
So just be thankful that you are alive and well whoever, whatever, wherever, whenever, and however you are now just be thankful....
In the end I would say, God made you unique. So be all that God created you to be. Don’t try to be someone else. This doesn’t mean that you cannot improve, or grow. Growth is the part of the God’s plan. And we also can learn from others. I would say don’t let the world around you squeeze you into its own mould.
Not everyone may like you, or what you do. But that is normal. You can't always please everyone. Make it your aim to please God by expressing what He made you.I am what I am by the grace of God. I will be what God made me and fulfil His plan for me.
Have a blessed day to all of you...

Life is real..ly...so unpredictable to us when ...

last night hubby and me heard this from the 2 ND floor neighbor's that her son 27 years of age have finally stop battling with the cancer sickness, past away yesterday morning 8.00 am at the GH and the burial at 1.00pm meaning 7 feet under ground after 5 hours? no feeling's and no memories ever again for him , they are Muslim, is that the way is it for Muslim burial?...huuush! why life sometimes seems so short and beyond our predictions and control? I truly sympathize his mother whom is the one that take care of this son all the time during the hardest time..hubby and me attended his wedding just 2 years ago and we met him very often as he just stayed at 2 nd floor right, last month one evening while on our way going out the electric supply suddenly down we went back to take a torch , on the way down we met him for the first time after his 3 months treatment after discharge from medical centre, he is coming up but was so dark that hubby torch the light for him. Hubby said life is so unpredictable saying that we should enjoy life to the fullest, with the labour from our hard work. I certainly agreed !