Flashback: Grade 8

Lately, I've began reading my old journal entries, as I reflect on my years of childhood. I've pulled this one out because it is a reflection I did in Grade 8.

Note: grammatical errors are left "as is" to retain its original content. Otherwise, it will be denoted in brackets.
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8-2
Ms. Mongillo's homeform class
September 7, 2005

Dear me,

I am finally in Grade 8! I've anticipated this year ever since the first day I was at Claude Watson. It seems lke I had just started, but I still can't digest the fact that I'm already in Grade 8. This (fact) just struck me when teachers kept saying Grade 8 (over and over again). It's unfortunate that my days at Claude Watson will soon come to an end, as our last year at this school draws shorter and shorter as I write. And so life in elementary school ends.

So much has happened and had evolved at Claude Watson. When I was in grade 4, we were the toddlers of the school. I remember the first moment that I had (when I) followed the rest of my class into the gym, and that moment was unforgettable. It was the beginning of half a decade at CWSA. My skills have greatly improved as the years went on. When I first came to Claude, I was embarassed because Ms. Szot had invited me to go to String Orchestra. I accepted the invitation and went to the first rehearsal. However, I was only in grade 1 violin and when I first took a look at the piece, Die Meistersinger, I secretly snuck back into class because I had no idea how to shift or do fancy techniques on the violin like in the piece. Over the years, I've improved dramatically and I couldn't have done it without Claude Watson! I've learned a lot more than I would've had if I remained at a regular school. This school has helped me develop throughout the last five years.

"The future is bright if we do not forget the past" is a very famous quote, and I will never forget what I've learned and explored at Claude. All my classes --whether it's in the arts or academics -- has shaped me and helped build for a strong future. At the present, I've got a lot of things that I'm looking forward to, like Monocliffs, and Gosfield! I truly hope that someone would cancel their Monocliffs trip so that we would get out of the waiting list, allowing us to go on the trip most Claudies had waited for since grade 4! After all these years of waiting, it doesn't seem fair that we cannot go on a trip that every other eight grader had went on, but I will accept it. We never went to annual trips like the textile museum in grade 4 or the McMichael Gallery in grade 8. We missed Gosfield last year, and maybe Monocliffs this year. (Unfortunately), the new school will not benefit us because the construction had been delayed since grade 4! But I'm hoping this year will be an unforgettable year.

Another thing that I am anticipating this year is playday!If the weather's cooler this summer, we might get to be captain and lead our squad to victory, or at least try to win!

With time passing by at the speed of life,'ve gradually developed a zeal for learning. I remember when Ms. Fleming first started to teach us in grade 4, I had a very restricted limit of what I enjoy learning, but with the teachers' support and my personal interests sparking up, I have learned a lot more and explored deeper into my hobbies, like researching, doing cartographical work, and learning more geography and mineralogy. Now that I'm in grade  8, I will have to set new goals and challenges.

My biggest goal this year is to dig into the world of environmental studies and maintain an 86% average for the school year. Personally, I would say that my biggest challenge is to grow taller, because most people are taller than me, and in sunday school, most people are taller than me by a head!My last wish for the year is to get myself more active in school activities and have an excellent grad!

Your friend,

Myself
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One August Night.

The image still haunts me inside my head. Tonight is one of those nights when it is back, a haunting reminder of life and death. The goosebumps and chills I get from the unforgettable image recurs occasionally. One August night, my sister and I were driving back from fellowship. We were both tired and couldn’t wait to get home. We pulled off the highway onto Leslie St. We notice a raccoon not much bigger than a squirrel, probably a baby, crossing in the middle of the road far ahead. Suddenly, a car behind us stepped on the gas and went ahead. The baby coon, oblivious to the speeding vehicle, slows down, and takes a look, right in the path of the car. As I looked on with horror, a sickening feeling churned my stomach, as I anticipated what was to happen. The car sped past, covering, and uncovering the raccoon. I couldn’t help but watch closely. As the baby came into view, it was on its back, involuntary spasms all over its body, as it jolts and jerk around in the middle of the road. It was sickening to watch, as I stared out the window, the raccoons cry for help muted by the tight suction of the window. I felt so helpless.. I thought the raccoon was just frightened beyond belief, filled with adrenaline, for I was sure the raccoon was under the car frame and not run over. My sister cried out, and asked me if we should stop. I pondered, and thought against it. For one, we would be stopping in the middle of the road, and walking across it to pick up a raccoon. On top of that, how would we be able to help it anyways? And aren’t many wild raccoons rabid? 

After what seemed to be a rational thought process, I advised my sister against it, as I thought I saw a car coming behind us, and we don’t want to get killed ourselves. So we drove on, glancing back at the helpless raccoon. Then a second car ran passed it. I turned away. It sickened me. 

My sister rationed that we could’ve saved the raccoon, and probably rescue it to the side of the road. I was lost and grievous. Even if most people consider a pest, animals are special to me, and there is always a soft spot in me for cute small animals. Now, did I just voluntarily help kill an innocent animal, a baby one? 

The thought bothered me all night, as the image of the crying raccoon remains in my head. Its appeal for someone, anyone to help rescue it from the brink of death.

Was there enough time to save the coon? Was I right in telling my sister to move on?

To this day, I still remember the baby raccoon’s feeble struggle, jolting around in fright. Helpless.

And all it really wanted to do was cross the road. It was probably hungry.

Library: More than a Learning Institution [Save the TPL]

The unprecedented and deep cuts to many Toronto social services are incredible. But none other then the attacks on the Toronto Public Library. I remember the days we would cram for finals at Central Library and all 6 floors would be filled with familiar faces, studying (and slacking). The library goes beyond hitting the books. It is the heart of a community, one of the last public spaces left where friends and neighbours gather together. Unfortunately, the service is being endangered by city council. 

October 17, 2011

Dear Councillor David Shiner,

            Thank you for representing the citizens of Willowdale in Ward 24 over these many years. Currently I am a 19-year old university student in your ward, and having followed municipal politics for a few years, I believe you have been a strong voice for us in council. I would like to strongly voice my concerns and firm opposition to the recent cuts to the Toronto Public Library. Having immigrated to Canada at the age of 6 and growing up in Willowdale ever since. The Toronto Public Library is the heart and soul of this city and it serves as one of the last community hubs and meeting place that unites seniors, adults, students and children from all demographics. The Toronto Public Library is the busiest and biggest urban library system in the world - incomparable to say the least, and its world-class facilities as well as its excellence in quality of service are what us Torontonians are proud of. I am strongly urging you and the rest of city council to reconsider the budget cuts and the reduction in staff and service hours as the library is a vital part of most Torontonians’ life.

            In fact, over 1.2 million Torontonians frequent the library in their weekly life, and KPMG surveyed that 73% of residents use the library in some way. The library is a fundamental public institution that provides basic access for its residents to literature, videos, books, social programs and entertainment. It serves as a multi-purpose facility that serves all types of people, not only the book lovers. Reducing its services and staff would be detrimental to the quality of life that we are blessed to have in this great country.

            Canada is a nation that stands proud for its diversity, along with its freedoms and multiculturalism. Today, this country is built upon the incorporation of many newcomers to this country, and I know the library is a strong reason for their success. As a proud Chinese-Canadian citizen, I arrived in grade 1, with minimal English skills. My parents and my sister brought me to the North York Central Library daily and it was through the time I spent reading books there that I learned English so quickly. My experience only resonates the similar experiences of thousands of new Canadians. Entering a new life in Canada, the library is the first place these people go to in order to learn English, as it provides limitless ESL resources, classes and convenience. Literacy is what helps immigrants learn, build up confidence and find jobs, through which the Toronto Public Library is able to support. Reducing service hours, cutting staff and resources will immensely impact our newcomers’ ability to integrate into our society.

Not only is the library a place to learn for immigrants, it is the place where parents introduce toddlers to their first book. The success of this nation’s future can easily be determined by the investment into our children. Now, it may be argued that books can be easily bought at the local bookstore if residents wants to read, but the endless variety of materials at the TPL provides more exposure to our kids and allow the parents to foster their child’s imagination. Kids learn the importance of reading and the library is where a child gets to grow in knowledge and be creative. In addition, the TPL also supports child literacy through its many interactive programs, like the Summer Reading Club, Ready for Reading, Storytimes, and Dial-A-Story. For me, the library was where I grew up and learned, having adventures in mysteries and classic fairy tales. The service reduction would severely impact the city’s kids.

            Besides kids, the TPL is a central hub for our seniors to drop by to borrow a quick read or enjoy programs such as computer literacy classes or book clubs. Closer to home, I have worked at the Bayview neighbourhood library for almost 3 years, and many of the senior citizens in our wards quite enjoy dropping in and borrowing dozens of books to be enjoyed during their leisure time. The Bayview branch has grown quickly and tremendously to be the busiest neighbourhood branch in North York and it has taken many years until recently that an increase in staff and service hours were introduced to meet the exponential usage of the library by our residents. Cutting services would be reversing what the neighbourhood has demanded.

            Willowdale boasts a healthy population of seniors, but also a vibrant young generation of students. As a student of Earl Haig SS, most of my friends and I would spend many hours a week studying and borrowing research materials at NYCL, Bayview and Fairview. It provides us with a quiet place to study, to learn, to further enhance our knowledge and also to relax. Many library users enjoy checking out the huge selection of DVDs, CDs, graphic novels, audiobooks or a good ol’ paperback for leisure. In a time where our economic condition is not stable, many more residents use the library as a source of inexpensive entertainment, family time. The TPL also supports a big collection of materials from over 60 languages and is important to the diverse population of our city. I have only touched the surface of the pool of educational and cultural services and resources that the TPL provides to its residents. There are many more usage of the library that garners mention, such as shows, concerts, museum passes, guest speakers, bookmobile and many more.  

            All these services are made possible only by the friendly librarians, public service assistants and pages that run the programs, helps the patrons, offer suggestions and maintain the library collection. Without the staff and investment into our libraries, we would not have the best public library system in the world.

I would strongly ask that council reconsider the proposals to cut the staff and reduce the hours. The collection spending can be trimmed, but I believe the staff and service cuts would leave a potent effect on the literacy of our fellow citizens and would prohibit the freedom and convenient access to learning that is key to an innovative and better city. Willowdale is a place that I’ve grown to love. As a young citizen, I would love to start my family here in the future. I would like to see the libraries to be an active part of my family’s life, just as my parents used to bring me as a kid.

             I am a proud Torontonian and I would like to see us to build a great city that foster innovation, creativity and possibility. The Toronto Public Library plays an integral role in building the foundation of a good standard of living in Canada. There are many places in the world that do not have access to literacy as we do in Canada. We are greatly blessed to have such access to literacy, which provides people with freedom and a future.

I understand our city is going through a tough financial situation at the moment, but I believe this library is too vital to be reduced. I strongly echo my friends and neighbours’ support of the library, and we are willing to pay more taxes to maintain the current quality and level of service. I agree that there are efficiencies that can be found. For example, 400 copies of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is unnecessary.

 The TPL is a community hub that unites residents of all ages, whether to use the net, to read, to research, to relax or socialize, it is an essential public institution that is too valuable to diminish.

Again, I thank you for representing the voices of Willowdale.

Sincerely,

Abraham Yuen

Willowdale Citizen

Demonstrating Excellence, Celebrating Achievements.

The above acronym has been an active part of my life for the past 5 years. The four letters signified a time of passion, competitiveness, adventures as well as storms and controversies. But frankly, it is time to move on....

DECA has molded my life in so many ways imaginable. Like athletes, there is also a time to hang the jersey and call it a career. After 5 years of competition, training and teaching, I've decided not to renew my membership. Firstly, the thrill isn't there anymore. I've had my fair share of excitement, from the local school competitions to making it to provincials to repping Canada in the International competition in Atlanta. From dealing with harassments to drama to the adrenaline filled moment of hearing your name and going on stage, to interacting with a red-headed scary lady....DECA had been something that I loved no matter what.

There's so much more I want to say, but I don't want to bore you with my memories of DECA.

Certainly I am nostalgic as I look back at the fun and not so fun times (drama) of DECA...but the time has come for me to open a new chapter of my life.

Thank you.

Home Sweet Home!

Oh, how I love you, Toronto! <3

Oh, What a Year!

Reflections: A Year in (Brief) Review

1st year done, second year to come...

I woke up this morning to a grey, ominous sky casting over the sleepy suburban neighborhood outside my bedroom window. What shadows and darkness for a morning sky would hopefully not be a foreshadowing of things to come in this brand new school year. This morning was my trip back to Waterloo. It would be the first of many commutes to come as I embrace the dull visuals of rolling fields and the familiar urban landscape that would too often be painting over my windshield. Looking out into the overcast, a wave of nostalgia hit me as I realized the significance of the occasion. Today marked a full year since I moved into UW Place, Eby Hall 2/3 with my roomies, Kysen and George.  Oh, how it feels like it was only yesterday when we came out of high school as brand new froshies, apprehensive yet excited at what the new future holds for us at Waterloo. Now, a year has past. And what a year it has been...

Can you believe it, we are heading into the second year of our university! Frosh week felt like light years ago! I remember the moment I first arrived at UWP, moving in my stuff. As I reached out for the doorknob, a tingle of anticipation excited me of the journey to come. I opened my door, and found that I got placed into a small room the size of a prison cell. Maybe smaller. Nevertheless, it was my room, in which I had grown into loving the tight, but comfortable space; and home was what I had called it for 8 months of my university life. It was certainly to be full of adventures to come, as I was to room with two of my closest friends from high school! It was very special indeed, a day I had previsioned for many days, and even years. It all traces back to a bored day in grade 7 french class. My best friend Kysen and I had written yes and no on the sides of an eraser. We began to toss the "magic" eraser and asked it questions. Evidently, after tossing the eraser on the first try, it had predicted six years earlier that Kysen and I were to go to the same university, Waterloo, be best friends in university, AND be roomies.

(L to R) George, me, Kysen

Indeed, there I was, that first day of rez, an outcome of the unbelievable predictions of eraser flipping by two bored junior high kids! Life was going to be good. During orientation week, we were like hyper bulls, craving for the crazy excitement of this new environment, with only nightfall keeping us from jumping over the pen to get out there and explore further. What would university life be like, we kept asking? I think social and media influences really depicts college life in a stereotypical way. It was after the third day that a tinge of fear and regret swept over me. After three days, college life wasn't all it appeared to me. The lost of the leash and newfound freedom was quickly going out of control all around. I had heard and seen stories of raves and parties, drunk people puking, and an overall euphoric atmosphere that was pushing the limits of the order of society. Even I had caved in, looking door to door for parties with my friends, only to be denied.

~knocks on door~
* Boy opens, glares at us
Boy: (reeking of beer) Hey guys, there are some Asian boys outside, what should we do with them?
*inaudible responses from inside
~Boy slams door~

At that point university appeared to be a wild experience, full of lawlessness and yes, drunkenness. Those first couple of weeks were accompanied by slight loneliness and days of missing home. However, brighter days were indeed ahead, and to tell you all the crazy stories in one blog would be unfair to your eyes and my poor fingers. But all I can say is, with my first year finished and under my belt, a look back certainly highlights many of the good, the funny and the not so good that happened! So much had happened this year! I met the coolest neighbours in Eby 207, had some great fun rez events with my floormates, Frosh Cell, DG, CCF (oh the benefits of being a frosh! i sure miss them!), finding a home at Creekside, exploring Waterloo, and especially growing spiritually.

With the fun, also came the hardships: watching my academics plunge, relationship heartbreaks, arguments with my roomies, my health, trying to support a friend on drugs and family.

Many of these items had hurted me physically, emotionally and spiritually, but it is through learning from these hardships that we become a better person.

Maybe the biggest lesson I've learn is that love can hurt. Loving someone is also very hard. I also can't love someone if I don't love God, because God is love. What it means to be the man in a relationship is probably one of the hardest to do (properly) and especially one that glorifies God. It can certainly pack a sting. Moving on from it, I think boys, though mucho on the outside, may take even longer to heal and are actually quite sensitive beings on the inside. That's just one of the many things I've learned and am still learning to become a better person.

Emotions often get the better of me. And often, I tend to worry a lot. I think it comes from my meticulous side that is always so detail-oriented. I was thinking and analyzing. Over-thinking often leads to worrying. This year, I hope to do less of that and rejoice. Like in Matthew 6:25 onwards says, do not worry about your life, for the Father will take care of you. Can anyone of you add one hour to your life by worrying?" I have to fully understand that, as much as I love to be in control of things, I can't and I am not, and sometimes, I need to be still and submit to him, fully.  

"But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.  Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." Matthew 6:33b-34

Maturing takes time. It certainly requires patience. It also requires perseverance. As the second year quickly dawns upon us, I sincerely hope that my maturity will continue to be nurtured by God, and that no matter what happens, my faith will stand upon a solid foundation, unwavering in the second year storms ahead.

"Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight."Proverbs 3:5-6

In Memory of Jack...

It is with great sadness that the nation has learned of the sudden passing of the Honourable Jack Layton this morning. In many ways, Jack Layton has touched the hearts and lives of many Canadians, whether they know him personally or not. This year, it was strange not seeing Jack Layton going onto the streets to personally chat with people on the Danforth for the annual festival in Greektown, his riding. His presence was greatly missed. Every year, I see him heartily greet and shake hands with dozens of Canadians, welcoming them with the genuine warmth of his trademark smile and enthusiasm. Jack is one-of-a-kind, a rare breed in the world of politics, as he displays genuine passion and determination to work hard for the people. Politicians often forget that, that they are representing the people. He fought for the little guys that society often neglects, bringing awareness to issues such as homelessness, AIDS and environmentalism. Whether you agree with his party's policy or not, you cannot not like the guy. He is a leader with an exceptional drive and passion, working and fighting hard for the lower income Canadians.

Having followed politics actively since 2003, I've watched his leadership emerge from when it started. He is such an honest, determined man with a great vision to better Canada that he will be sorely missed in parliament.  Jack appears to be such a down-to-earth, friendly type of guy who demonstrates such genuineness  in character to help other Canadians and is so trustworthy and civilized, qualities that are hard to come by in politicians today. With all the mud slinging across the party floors, Jack never engages in such attacks and is certainly a class act in all aspects. He never attacks personally and is full of respect for all, friend or foe.

When the NDP swept the country with a wave of orange crush earlier this year, you couldn't help but be happy for him, a man full of energy and direction for Canada, especially after a tough year of fighting prostate cancer and a hip fracture. 

It was really unexpected and sad when he announced that he was battling a second cancer, and in his announcement, he looked thin and he sounded raspy. It was a shock to see him in such a condition and I think we all really wished him the best in his recovery and expected to see him back healthy, going at it again in fighting for the people in Ottawa. Sadly, this will never come into reality....

Jack reminds me of an Atticus quote from To Kill a Mockingbird:

" I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand.  It's when you know you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what.  You rarely win, but sometimes you do." 

Jack Layton truly displayed true courage, and even as he faced an uphill battle, he stilled faced life with a smile and optimism.

I can only imagine what Canada would look like if NDP came into power under Jack Layton as prime minister. As a leader, I've always admired his fire, passion and determination that drives him forward, yet they are all so gracefully tied together by his civility and humbleness. I used to think that if we had a presidential system, I would've picked him as leader. I've never really warmed to the idea of an ndp government, as I believed that a left wing agenda would bankrupt the country and lead it into despair. However, maybe all we needed was a man like Jack to pull it off. A man that fights for social rights and environmentalism. Two of the things I take heart of. How different would Canada have been if we've given him the chance for change?

It is a sad loss for his family and this country. He has inspired so many Canadians and especially the youths to stand up for their country and be active in shaping this country. In his last words to all Canadians, Jack displays the character that we all love in him:

"My friends, love is better than anger. Hope is better than fear. Optimism is better than despair. So let us be loving, hopeful and optimistic. And we’ll change the world."

Rest in peace, bon Jack.

Homelessless May Finally Disappear...for the wrong reasons.

Taken from CityNews, August 10, 2011

Coun. Giorgio Mammoliti believes the best way to deal with the homeless is transitional housing.  He just doesn't think the city should pay for it.  In the meantime, he wants all homeless people to be removed from Toronto's streets and placed in hospitals until the federal or provincial governments fork over the cash to house them. 

"It is a huge problem and this administration knows it's a huge problem - a problem we can't afford," Mammoliti told CityNews on Tuesday.

"We do need to take them off the streets and we need to do it forcefully."

"I would rather use police resources and actually take them off the streets and put them in the hospitals, and continue to put them in the hospitals until the province recognizes it's best to give the municipalities the money that they need to be able to deal with this long term - which is resources and housing."

"Jail is not the place to put them because it costs us $3000/day per person."


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Now, before I proceed to lashing out at this article, I would like to make it clear that I am not a radical left-wing socialist.  But this is another outrageous idea that will continue to wreak havoc in this great city that we love! First, the city suggests to set up a special district for prostitution, now it decides to clean the streets of homeless and treat them like trash. literally. Councillor Mammoliti says that homelessness is a huge problem and is a problem that we can't afford. On the contrary, it is such attitude that creates a negative stigma in society, in which it spurs society to ostracize the homeless. Homelessness is not a problem. If most of these people have a choice, do you think they would like to live out on the streets, not knowing if they might see another day? Indeed, homelessness is NOT the problem. In fact, rounding up the homeless like a herd of cattles and locking them up in hospitals will not be beneficial, and by the way, it is a step backwards for the city. In the 1980s, when the government released the people from mental hospitals after realizing they do not get better being locked up in psychiatric wards and can be integrated back into society. However, at the time, they had no sufficient plan and resources to help them, and therefore many of them ended up on the streets to fend for themselves.

According to a recent City of Toronto's report, at least 2/3 of the homeless suffer from some sort of psychological disorder. Now by locking them up in hospitals, or even jails would definitely not have a positive outcome. Instead of targeting homelessness as a problem, these people needs to be treated with love and compassion, and the problems CAUSING homelessness needs to be tackled. The city cannot expect them to find a job, get a house and voila, the issue's gone. Each and every individual on the streets has a different story. Whether it's drugs and alcohol, domestic abuse, job loss, or other reasons, what the city needs to invest in are the social programs that offer assistance to them. In addition, many homeless people are victims are situations and conditions, like rising house market prices, high unemployment rates, sluggish economy, family violence and have fallen into them not because they want to. These issues may be harder to improve on in the short term, but the city can invest in job training programs and counselling that will help these people have a chance to get back on the right track. 

Some of these people are hooked on alcohol and drugs to provide them with relief from reality or are dealing with addictions and the government should look at how we can treat and offer the support ready that they need if they choose to take it.  By providing them with the proper resources and guidance many of them need to re-integrate as productive citizens of this city. It will be costly, but it will be a step in the right direction.  But throwing these people into the hospital and expecting this "problem" to fix itself is not gonna happen. 

Any thoughts?




Also, for more on my view on homelessness, please take a look at my three part series from February 2011.

Rocket!

--3:30pm, August 6, 2011, Bloor-Yonge platform, Toronto, ON.

(On my way back from the Taste of the Danforth)

As I waited for the northbound train to roll into the station, I noticed a pair of boys talking loudly and making a huge commotion as they wait. "Probably drunk from Beerfest," I thought. I looked up at the screen and it informed me that the next train will arrive in 4 minutes. I went on to stare pointlessly at nothing as I waited. As the seconds ticked on, a distant orange glow could be seen coming closer through the tunnel. There was a strange hue to the incoming train that seemed out of the ordinary. As passengers leaned out for a better view, I couldn't help but grin. So we meet again, I thought.

As the object became more distinct, one of the drunk guy yelled and motioned his hand in a circle, " HEY EVERYBODY, IT'S A NEW TRAIN!!!!" Many passengers turned their attention to the tunnel. There it was, shooting out like a rocket, the newly minted, Toronto Rocket, with its sleek design at the front and a shiny stainless steel shell all around, its orange headlights glowing like a ball of fire. As the train rolled into the station,it was greeted by outrageous applause and loud cheering, and there was a sense of excitement as everybody chattered about their upcoming journey. As the doors opened to allow access onto the new train, it was bound to be an adventure and a moment worth to be cherished in photo, via smartphones, of course! :)

Source: Urban Toronto

Never have I encountered such excitement about taking public transit in Toronto. It certainly brought a little joy to everyone's day! People are buzzing about taking the new subway all over the internet. The new trains are smooth, quiet and comfy. It has put the "Rocket" back into "riding the rocket". As I entered the doors, I was immediately greeted by a glowing map. I couldn't help but smile :)

Word of God Speak.

Word of God Speak
Would You pour down like rain 
Washing my eyes to see Your majesty   
To be still and know that You're in this place
Please let me stay and rest 
In Your holiness, Word of God speak

Outrageous politics.

Recently, Toronto Councillor Georgio Mammoliti repping York West, ward 15 (including jane+finch area) suggested closing and reducing various city services, including closing the 3 'rarely' used libraries in his ward because it's a waste of money. Yet he suggests to open a Red Light District on Centre Island and invite strippers and prostitutes to operate their "business" beside a family-friendly park.

How can you not support the operation of an essential city service that provides access to books, children's and teens program and the internet and as a meeting space for a community made of mostly lower to middle income households? Yes circulation at these 3 libraries are lower than most, but they still come at a rate of a few tens of thousands a year. I wouldn't say the use of thousands of Canadians count as rarely.

Now, libraries educate people and help the country advance and innovate. Red light Districts, attract pedos and sex criminals to lurk in the city, and may have unpleasant consequences.

Councillor, your attitude at times when speaking to the public is atrocious and disrespectful, with no regards to democracy, as you tried to shut down the marathon meeting several times because people made comments that did not favour you. and No, I am not a left-wing hippie, if anything I support the moderate right. But as a representative of the people, you should listen to the people, and the majority of the people would much rather have books than prostitutes.

Christian in the 21st Century: Relationships

When I was in Hong Kong earlier this year, I had two observations: 1. I stuck out amongst the crowd on Nathan Road in the heart of Mong Kok. No, it's not that my Cantonese ain't good enough, but because I just looked out of place, even if I am Chinese. My height, average in North America, was on the taller side in Asia, and on top of that, I had an AA hoodie over my Hollister t shirt, plus a backwards cap. Now that sort of fashion sense is kinda unseen in Hong Kong. 2. Relationships were everywhere. I stuck out being a single young male walking down the street. It's something I've noticed time and time again. Young people in Hong Kong are mostly seen to be in a relationship, holding hands, or kissing or other acts of intimacy. At the same time, it is also prominently noted in the media that sexual activity is on the rise, with pop culture influence and the lack of sex education in the city. It saddens me to know that so many of these young people are falling into moral sins, committing lustful acts and adultery.

It is also an undeniable fact that at this age, as we mature, the temptations increase and as humans are wired to make attachments, it is a time where young people begin to be consumed by attraction. Even amongst my high school friends, every time I see time, I notice more and more of them being in a relationship. Which isn't a bad thing. Relationships are designed to be made amongst people. I myself have flirted with a few potential experiences in the past couple of years. Up until recently, my concept of romantic relationships have very well been influenced by our culture, with an emphasis on emotions. It is through making and learning from the mistakes I've made that I truly begin to grasp what it means to have a relationship that truly reflects God idea of a relationship with the opposite gender.

Only lately have I realize that being a single can be a blessing. God does not necessarily call all of us to be in a relationship at the moment. Often, we feel pressured to be in a relationship because of our peers, the media or to culture. In fact, being single can be a time of joy and blessing where one may have an opportunity to grow deeper in love with our Father.

This year, relationships has been a topic of issue, and I have slowly and sometimes painfully discovered that being a Christian and being in a relationship is just about the most challenging thing, next to organic chemistry. In fact, many of what we perceive relationships to be about, influenced by our friends or movies and TV shows should not apply to a Christian relationship. The points I will talk about may see crazy to the world, but for Christians, it is practical to hold on on romantic relationships if these conditions are not met:

1. Honour God through your relationship. Most importantly, the relationship has to be God-centered. What does that mean, you ask? As Christians, Christ should be the centre of our lives, and this doubly applies to a relationship. This means that our focus should be on our walks with God, on establishing a healthy relationship with God first. Ultimately, God created everything. God creates for His glory. He created relationships and marriages. Each relationship should glorify Him. This means God comes first in the relationship ahead of your boyfriend or girlfriend. Your focus should not be solely on your bf or gf that you lose sight of Him. In fact, CS Lewis says that a "Woman's Heart Should Be So Close To God's That a Man Has To Seek Him To Find Her."

Moral of the Story is: Before you can get into a relationship with a member of the opposite gender, you need to have a healthy relationship with God first :)

2. Dating towards marriage. Nugh said. Pretty self-explanatory. This should be your ultimate goal in a relationship. With every word and action, this is what you're aiming towards in the long term. In Genesis, we know that God designed a relationship for one man and woman to be united as one flesh. If this is not what you have in mind for the prospective future, than I would have to question the time you've spent going on casual dates and where your relationship is headed. 

But for clarification, I'm not saying that you should go on your first date and ask the girl or boy to marry you. That would be plain creepy. (and i guarantee you the relationship won't last long)

3. Keep it holy and pure!

I think we all know the usual deal: no premarital sex, as God designed it solely for the pleasure of a married couple. But it doesn't just stop there. When you're in the relationship, are you speaking and acting out of lust or out of purity? In 1 Timothy 5:1-2, it says: 

“Treat younger men as brothers, older women as mothers, and younger women as sisters, with absolute purity." 

This is something that really hit me until recently, but is so true! Before you are married, your girlfriend or boyfriend is still your brother or sister-in-Christ! As Timothy points out, they should be treated with absolute purity. wow. Just because, they're your gf or bf doesn't give them a special VIP pass for being treated differently than to your brothers or sisters. All this sounds harsh, yes. But God wants us to be pure. Even "normal" acts of romance, as dictated by the world should be avoided. This is so hard for the 21st century Christians, as these acts of intimacy is defined by the movies, shows, and ads we see around us. Kissing, making out or other intimate physical acts would very easily bring you under temptation, leading to impurity and would most likely cause you to sin. 

2 Timothy 2:22 says: "Flee youthful passions and pursue righteousness, faith, love, and peace, along with those who call on the Lord from a pure heart.”

Timothy says, FLEE! That means RUN! GET AWAY! It doesn't say to approach it or how close to the boundary can I get. It says, flee.

Boundaries have to be set, kept and respected throughout the relationship.
This means both physically and emotionally. We are to guard our hearts for our future husband or wife. A healthy romantic relationship should watch that boundary or margin from a distance. For with moral sins, there is no yellow warning line to tell you to move back like on the subway platforms. Once you cross that line, you fall. HARD and in the line of danger and it will have unpleasant consequences. Just as you would keep away from the edge of the platform, a relationship should also observe its sexual/moral boundaries. Otherwise, you cannot honour God and be holy and pure when dating your brother or sister!

Being Christian in the 21st century: Ma Jesus bling.

No doubt, our clothes and accessories often outwardly defines us in the eyes of society. Many of these are based on fads and trends in pop culture. An increasingly popular trend based on my observation is the abundance of um, "Christian swag". From the "Jesus is ma Homeboy" t-shirts to Christian earrings to huge wooden cross necklaces going with gangsta outfits. Others would prefer tattoos of a cross or Jesus.

Many of my friends have  cross necklaces or are thinking of purchasing one. I used to have one as a child myself. I was pondering about getting one again. But that got me thinking....

What good is a cross around your neck? Yes, it identifies you to others that you are "Christian", but are you really?

Are you being hypocritical by wearing a reminder of your Lord and Saviour Jesus, but does not live like a Christian?

As Christians, we don't need a symbol of a cross on our clothes or jewelery to identify us as Christians. Our behavior  lifestyle and the words from our tongue should clearly display publicly as a testament of our faith to Jesus. 

Jesus himself said: Then he said to them all: “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross daily and follow me." Luke 9:23

As often as we pick up our outfits and accessories everyday, do we pick up our daily cross? Are we willing to surrender to him, everything we have to follow Him? 

Now, don't get me wrong. I am not saying having a necklace or shirt displaying your faith is bad. In fact, I think it may be good at times. 

But let me leave with a word of advice, and I think it's the most important regardless if you wear or do not wear such items:

 Remember to take up your daily cross :)

Christian in the 21st Century: Tongue of a Serpent is Poisonous.

One of my biggest pet peeve is foul language. It's something that I have no tolerance for. It was something that I think my mother drilled into me as a kid in Hong Kong that even today, I cannot stand people that swears or use any inappropriate words as much as they use  "the or "a" in a sentence. First of all, using such words or language can be offensive and demeaning to someone. Second, what good is it to say something if it does not edify others or be constructive to the conversation.

"Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen. " ~Ephesians 4:29

Such vocabularies are often associated with bad or negative connotations that only end up hurting people's feelings, making fun of people or things. Also, such words can also act as poison, as verbal words can sometimes sting more than a punch to the arm. I know from experience. Words hurt. It is because of the tongue of a serpent and his sharp and potent words that led to the fall of mankind. It is ever since then that mankind learned to use words in a sinful way. To lie, to curse, to make crude jokes.

Jesus says in Matthew 15:11, "What goes into a man's mouth does not make him 'unclean,' but what comes out of his mouth, that is what makes him 'unclean.'"

Language can be so filthy, what comes from the tongue is unclean, and further reflects the person's heart.

"Nor should there be obscenity, foolish talk or coarse joking, which are out of place, but rather thanksgiving." ~Ephesians 5:4

Every word that comes out of our mouths should edify and glorify our God. Obscene and unwholesome words do not accomplish this. I remember a Sunday School lesson back in grade 5 and my teacher had rebuked us on using the term holy so casually. I still hear him in my head saying that Cows are not holy. People laughed, but God's name and character should not be taken in vain.

But the biggest problem for teens today is that these words are all around us: in pop culture, TV shows, movies, songs, advertisements. It is almost impossible to shut your ears and eyes to these disgusting words.

 Lately, I feel like I may be succumbing to the norm of society. I catch myself saying or using words such as, "shoot", "darn", or "heck". At first, after using the word, I flinch a bit and it guilts me to have allowed it out of my mouth. Now, I know what you may be thinking...yo these are not swear words, nor are they offensive!

Yes, but they are not polite either, nor does it edify others or bring glory to Him, and I feel like as time passes, I am getting comfortable and do not feel bad about using such words. Hearing such words use to cause a chill down my spine. I am still exercising caution though on more obscene language that requires the use of &*%$#@ characters. However, I fear that if I am not careful, my tongue will cause damage one day. It is something that I am being more vigilant about these days.

As Christians in the 21st century, we are surrounded and often peer pressured to use words, jokes and slangs that are vile and dirty, and definitely not acceptable to the ears of God. Such words can only edify the devil, not Jesus Christ.

"Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, O Lord, my rock and my redeemer."  Psalm 19:14

Taming the tongue is hard, but it is vital that our lips are kept righteous!

Ball Pits are Fun!

dats not me btw! lol

Status: On the Brink of Extinction
Comment: With the emerging technological advancements in portable video game console, tablets, and phone game apps, it's no wonder the wonderful world of fast food playground areas (like McPlayplace) are fast disappearing. What served its purpose as keeping kids and parents alike at the fast food establishment for a few hours of fun adventures and the quest to conquer the terrible stomach growls now appear to be rapidly becoming extinct. McDonald's for instance had attempted to replace them with its own Nintendo gaming stations in the restaurant, but with little success in prying the hands of little boys and girls from controlling a jumping Mario on their little personal video screen. One of the few places that are still going strong, however, is the IKEA playplace. The ball pit bought me hours of joy and pretend swim in a sea of balls back in the days, around 1996-97.
Future: Extinction is imperative. It is unfortunately that my kids will not grow up knowing what a ball pit is.

Proud to Be Canadian! :)

Canada Day! A day to celebrate what this great nation is all about. A nation that prides itself in hockey, maple syrup, our double double and Timbits. A country only 144 years young, yet has advanced so much to make its presence known on the world stage. Since the day Sir John A McDonald took the rein as the leader of the Dominion of Canada on July 1st, 1967, this nation has grown from a small, insignificant former British colony to be the little guy amongst the big players in the world.
When the First World War rolled along, Canada, though small, showed that we are tough and belong in this world, defining itself as an independent nation, developing international recognition, united, having won a significant battle at Vimy Ridge. Canada proved itself again almost 20 years later in the Second World War with significant gains on D-Day in Normandy as well as the liberation of Holland. Today, Canada remains a small country, dwarfed by countries with bigger population and power. But we continue to show that we are a resilient bunch of people, a country that has made international presence through its peacekeeping missions, its contribution to technological and scientific advancements. Most of all, this country has shown its kind-hearted spirit and hospitality, a unique trait not duplicated by others.

Canada is a country full of natural beauty, and it is the towering mountains, the rolling prairies, the gentle lakes, the rocky coasts that reminds us of the splendor of our Creator's art. A country blessed with rich soils, majestic forests, plentiful fish, graceful birds, and wonderful animals.

But what Canada means especially to the 34 million plus that call it home is its multiculutralism and diversity. While coming home on the subway the other day, I couldn't help but notice the incredible experience. That got me thinking,  in what other country in the world would I, a Chinese-Canadian be able to ride a subway with British, Persians, Pakistanis, Indians, Chinese, Koreans, Brazillians, Mexicans, Africans and Greeks so peacefully and in complete harmony! Indeed, Canada is a welcoming country that offers rights and freedoms that many can only dream of elsewhere. Above all, we are a democratic nation, founded by the people, for the people, governed by the people. Now don't get me wrong: Canada is not a utopia. There is no perfect life on earth. When darkness fell upon this world, it has become impossible for us to be perfect people. But Canada is a world leader on human rights, havuing developed a constitution called the Charter of Rights and Freedom that offers fundamental rights such as equality, freedom of expression and freedom of religion, to name a few.

On this Canada Day, let's think about how blessed we are to live in the True North Strong and Free. We have food, water, shelter, and opportunities that some can only hope can become a reality for them one day. Let us take time to give thanks for His blessing, and celebrate what this great nation is all about.

Canada: 9,984,670 km² of land, 34 503 000 people, 180+ ethnicities, 308 federal ridings, TEN provinces, THREE territories, TWO official languages, ONE great country.

"May he have dominion from sea to sea, and from the River to the ends of the earth!" Psalm 72:8

Happy 144th Birthday to this nation! I can't wait until you turn 150! :)

God bless Canada!

Kids!!!

There's something special about kids. Something that brings joy into your life. Maybe it's their radiant smiles and bright gleaming eyes, of which a brief glance at them can only bring about a smile on your  face, even at the saddest of times.  Kids are just adorable, no questions about that! Hearing them talk and play, I realize I miss a huge part of what childhood's all about: innocence. At that age, children are just children! They're able to be more or less carefree; no stress, no worries and minimal exposure to the evils of the world. Sometimes I wish life can be simple again and I can be a child once more, enjoying the life of playtime, naptime and mealtime.  The simple life of a kid, right?

Kids are such fascinating beings! They are cute and intelligent, and probably better people than a lot of adults. The older I get (well i mean im not that old!), the more I love working with kids. Having the opportunity to work with children in Canada and China various times in the past two years, I think it would be awesome to work with them. I enjoy working and playing with kids.

As I got to think about this, I feel God's always put a heart and passion in me to teach. To educate the next generation. No...I know what you're thinking. You're still young! What are you talking about, educating the "next generation" ?

But whether they're young or old, I love teaching and leaving a legacy for the future generation, because it is this future generation that will continue to prosper and keep this world once we leave. Through teaching DECA, and leading the Wildlife Conservationist Council, as well as teaching at english camps, I've found joy and reward in teaching and seeing the growth of the children as they grow in knowledge and mature. I certainly believe there is more to working with children than society views them sometimes. They are bright and far more capable than we sometimes give them credit for, and I agree with a lot of Piaget's theories on child development. All kids have so much potential in life that, with proper foster, education and care, they can achieve so much!

"Don't let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in life, in love, in faith and in purity." 1 Timothy 4:12


Jesus loved children a lot too! In the bible, Jesus often spent a lot of time with children and he loved and cared for them. We too should follow his example, and welcome the children. To bring them to Jesus and let him touch their lives and bless the little ones!

Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these." Matt 19:14

Such a lovely verse ain't it? I can only imagine what heaven would look like, a kingdom full of children of God, full of love, peace and joy, what it means to be a kid :)

Now, I admit, even as a kid, I've always strived to act mature and more serious than my age suggests at times. But working with kids put the kid back in me quite often, and allows my creativity and energy to flourish. Granted I am still learning to work with kids, and it often requires a lot of love and patience. But I am sure I will get more opportunity in the future. In a few years, if it is in His will, I think I would love to have kids of my own! A girl and a boy! (That probably would be enough, even if people say I'm Father Abraham!) I would love them and nurture them and care for them, and raise them with the love that Christ's shown to me. In turn, I hope they will become the man and woman of God that my Heavenly Father will call them to be.

Having spent 17 years of my life in school already, I probably did not picture myself having to do with anything in the education field. Now I'm not sure what this means for my future, but education is something that I am developing a passion for. Wherever my future leads, whether as an optometrist, an educator, or something else, I know the LORD will be the light of my path! :)

Sola Gratia.

Forgiven.

Even the most pro Waterloo Mathies cannot deny that this is the best math equation ever written.

Love You Forever.

One of the greatest children book ever written. I can't help but let out a tear or two when reading this book. 

I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always,
as long as I’m living
my baby you’ll be.”

More to Life than it seems.

It is because sin entered the world that death exists. But let me tell you, life doesn't stop there.There's is so much more than living on earth.

 Death has been conquered! Jesus Christ, my Lord and Saviour had died and has risen from the dead for our sins. And as John 3:16 so famously says:

"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life."

Though as humans, we are confined to our limits and sinful nature; our God, with his abundance of love, pours out his love on us and gives us His son in place of us on that cross that if we accept Him as our Lord and Saviour, we will also be given new life.

At times like these, we focus on the mourning of death, but the tears shall be temporary, as I am confident that my friend is up there, free from worldly pleasures and evil.

Everyone will depart this world one day. For those who believe in Christ, they will receive eternal life.

Until then, live life with the joy and peace that the Father has blessed us with.

For life is short in this world.

Cherish every moment.

Sola Gratia.

Life is Like a Flower.

Matthew Loo (right) and I, 12 years ago.


Life is a short journey, whether it is a day, a hundred days or a hundred years, it is indeed brief, but also a sure reality that our lives on earth will come to an end one day. No matter how much you want to accomplish, or you want to do, or have left to try out, earthly living is finite and can come to an end as swiftly and surely as a flower, here today and gone tomorrow.


Two weeks ago, with a brief access to internet, I was informed that a friend that I've known since 12 years ago was in ICU in the hospital. I haven't been as close with him in recent years, but the news was quite unexpected and he was in my prayers and thoughts.


It is with great sadness that upon my return to Canada, I was greeted with the news of his sudden passing, at the age of nineteen. My thoughts and prayers to his family and friends during this time.


But he is now with my Father, free of suffering in this sinful world. One day, I will see him again.

Back Home.

Arriving in Hong Kong is bittersweet. Bussing from airport to Yau Ma Tei, I realize how much I'm in love with my hometown. Place of my birth. Place of my people. Walking around seems so natural. And I kinda know my way around now....

Seeing majestic green mountains spans across the horizon over the deep aqua sea on Lantau Island was stunning!

 Oh how beautiful our God has made this world!

It's kinda unreal right now, being in HK....like Starbs happy hour is Buy one get one FREE!!! A green tea frapp is $33 HKD though!

Anyways, I will head into battle zone tmw. Please pray for me to have an open heart and to serve with humility.

Thanks, y'all!

God Bless!

Abby

Desperate Dalton.

Dear Dalton McGuinty...in regards to you desperately trying to win votes for the upcoming election, allowing high school students to use their phones during class will not win you any votes. 

Also, when you argue that students can used their smartphones as educational tool in class, do u seriously think most students would use them solely as an "educational tool?" 

Lastly, if you haven't noticed, these voters are all underaged! Just sayin'

Sincerely,

A Voter who will not be voting you because of many reasons but also bcuz you took away OHIP coverage for eye exams for 20-65 year old voters

Rediscovering You.

I need to just admit 
my faith is paper thin 
I'm feeling so burned out 
On religion 

I say an empty prayer 
I sing a tired song 
I need to just admit that the passion's gone 

And I want to get it back 

You told me 
Look for You and I will find 
So I'm here 
Like I'm searching for the first time 
Revive me, Jesus 
Make this cold heart start to move 
Help me rediscover You 

I want to learn to pray 
The way that David prayed 
I want my soul to burn when I hear Your name 
I want to feel like new 
I want to hunger for you 
Bring me back to life like only You can do 
Cause I don't want to stay the same 

You told me 
Look for You and I will find 
So I'm here 
Like I'm searching for the first time 
Revive me, Jesus 
Make this cold heart start to move 
Help me rediscover You 

Lord, I want to be Yours today 
I want to know the passion of the saints 
And how they were changed 

You told me 
Look for You and I will find 
So I'm here 
Like I'm searching for the first time 
Revive me, Jesus 
Make this cold heart start to move 

I want to burn for You 
Bring me back to life, Jesus 
Help me rediscover You