Fremantle Tour

 

4 best places to go in Frematle:

1. Old Fremantle Prison. Just like the Romans said that if you didn't take a bath in a Roman Bath, you were not living. Instead here, if you didn't visit the Old Fremantle Prison, then you are not living in Fremantle.

 

2. Fremantle Arts centre. It is full of fantastic arts that you can not miss!    

 

3. Army Museum. Back to the past of the wars in Australia, preperation of wars in Fremantle.

4. Shipwreck Galleries. Shows you amazing descoveries of the shipwrecks uncovered in Australia.

SAVING MONEY IS A GOOD HABIT. DO YOU AGREE?

I think that saving money is a very good habit. This is because from experience, I saved up money every year and I saved about $1300. With that money, I was able to dig up a well in Cambodia for poor children. By doing this, it gave me great joy as I have done a good deed and did what God wanted. From then on, I wanted to save money to become rich and help more needy people.

There are many benefits of saving money. Some of these benefits are that it develops our discipline and self control. Like when we go to the shops, and we are trying to save money, we won’t use all of it. Also, it teaches us self control by helping us not to buy the things we don’t really need. Not only that it develops us discipline and self control but it also teaches us to appreciate that money is hard to earn. In addition, we will understand how hard our parents have worked to earn it. It also teaches us how to spend our money wisely as when we are saving money we will be very cautious about how we use our money and how it can be wasted easily.

Some people think saving money makes one very miserly. Many people disagree with that statement as it depends on the personality of the person. There are people who are savers and yet, are extremely generous. My father is one such person. He saves a lot of money but at the same time he supports many charities.

Some people also say that life is short. We may die tomorrow, why should we save money? While this may be true, what if we don’t die tomorrow? What if we live a long life? Are we really going to spend lots of money frivolously because we think we’ll die tomorrow? Statistics show that the average life span is presently 80 years old and getting longer. We always have to use money until we die. So it is good to have plenty and that only comes by saving.

Saving money is an extremely good habit because of all the benefits. We will be able to help poor people by building more wells for them. Also, we can develop discipline and self control. Also by saving money, we will appreciate that money is extraordinarily hard to earn and we will understand how our parents have worked hard to get that money. Furthermore it will help us to spend money really carefully. When all is said and done, the wise book of Proverbs 13:22 reminds us that “a good man leaves an inheritance for his children's children”, and that can only happen by saving. 

Awaking from a deep sleep

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Recently, I woke up with strange surroundings. I was naked on a bed with a blanket over me and medicine tubes going all over my body. I couldn’t remember my past as clearly but I was sure about one thing. I was not on my bed at home.

I was at PMH (Princess Margaret Hospital) in the ICU (Intensive Care Unit). I did not know how I ended up in the hospital bed and tried to remember what happened. However, trying to think made my head throbbed with the sharpest of pain. My parents were beside me. My father usually works overseas but him being there made me wonder when he came, because I did not have a single clue why he was here and I do not remember him coming. I should be in my cozy bed, relaxing myself. Instead I had no memories of the past and why I ended up in hospital. That made me very curious.

I asked my mother why I ended up in PMH, she answered me with shocking news. I had a seizure one night and I was taken to the Fremantle Hospital with my godfather Alvin. Then I had another one of these attacks and the hospital transported me to a bigger hospital in Perth, the Princess Margaret Hospital. I was knocked out for few days and I had a hard time breathing so they put an oxygen mask on me. I was in darkness until I was brought back to life with a miracle.

Mom told me that I was unconscious for over 4 days and to be honest, I cannot remember anything during this time. It was a big blank and it was as though 4 days of my life was erased from me.  During this time, I was told that I had 7 seizures in total and each time the attack happened, my poor mom was horror struck and on the verge of collapsing. She did not eat or sleep for 3 days but just stood by my side. I realized how much she loved me and cared about me. This made my heart melt from her love. 

During this time in ICU, many people told the news to my family and friends and to the church members and this news was quickly spread all over the world such as Korea, Singapore, India, Cambodia and much more. The news was spread to lots of churches and during these 4 days, they prayed for me. With a lot of prayers from everyone, I gained my consciousness.

I started having seizures the first day I went to hospital and with a MRI scan, they found out that there was an inflammation on my left side of the brain. Because of this, I have forgotten some recent memories. My father came in a hurry from Philippines after he heard that I got a seizure. My mother was really frightened that day. My father was overseas and with my mother alone, she didn’t know what to do. She called my godfather for help and I was taken to the hospital unconscious.

I stayed in hospital for another 5 days. It wasn’t so fun as you can’t really do anything but to lie down in bed all day long. I always had many visitors and lots of messages on my phone. The visitors brought food along with them and there were so much I couldn’t finish all of them so I had to finish them off at home.

I got better very quickly and the hospital discharged me. While I was going home, my father became hungry and as he was a big fan of KFC, we decided to eat there. While he went in to order food, I had a headache so I rested for a little while. When I woke up, I was back in hospital and my mother was crying her eyes out. I knew what had happened. I had another seizure.

I was in hospital for another 2 days and this time they discharged me, they gave me loads of medicines to take. They gave me Kepra and some steroids (not those ones that you get big muscles). I had to take them for at least 2 months and it could drag on for another 6 months.

As I am a patient still and take medicines, there are new rules until the doctors say I am fully recovered. Some of these are: no computer time more then 15 minutes, no Coca Cola, no physical activities, etc. These are some of the things that keep me alive and without these I can’t last a month! (Well maybe I can)

I thank all the people who prayed for me while I was in hospital and through these experiences, I learnt that our God, is one true God who has powers to do all things. When I grow up, I want to help those who are in need and help the people who can’t go to hospitals because they are poor.

Thank you for reading.

Many thanks to:

-friends

-school

-family

-godparents

-Christian churches in Australia, Singapore, India, Cambodia and Korea

-people who know me

Church Camp

 A bright sunny day, 1/October/2012. I packed stuff for camp at Camp Woody. Then I joined up with my church mates and headed off.


Day 1...
 I arrived at the camp and unpacked everything there. Then we prayed and worshiped and praised God. That's basically all we did that day. Also we played pool until 1:00am.


Day 2...
 EMBARRASSING... I had to do this mission that I had to dress up as a girl. I got dressed in my friend's cloth. My first thought in the outfit: FILTHY. I then had to take a picture for evidence of the mission. Everybody in the camp saw me.
 Then we played some games but I had a headache so I went to my cabin and had a nap for one hour. I joined other guys as they were still playing games. Then we had a break for several hours.
 After dinner, we went to hear sermons. It was about ghosts and how they existed. Our church pastor taught us with his personal experience.
 "I was praying in the church in the early hours when I heard noise from the upper story. I ignored it but soon became so curious and went up. There was a women that looked about 24 and looked pretty, tall and skinny. There were six church members holding her down. She was so strong that even six men barely kept her still. I first thought she was crazy but this was not the case. I asked her for her name and she said her name clearly. Suddenly, her mother trembled in fear. I asked what was wrong. She was frightened because her daughter said her mother's name. The grandmother of the girl was a person who worshiped the ghosts. The mother thought the girl's grandmother's soul came back to taunt her family. So the church prayed and prayed for several hours to get the evil soul/ghost to get out of the poor girl. Then the girl suddenly stopped acting violently and became quiet. Then one of the church members next to her all of a sudden started to tremble. She became like a zombie. Her eyes were flipped over and she was shaking terribly. That church member started saying 'ghost! Get out of me! Get out!' This fight against her and the ghost continued approximately 30mins."
Geez. Only because he wanted us to beware and believe there is a ghost, didn't need to freak me out that gave me a nightmare!

Soon I was called by my mother that we had to go to the airport because my cousin was going back to her hometown, Korea. My cousin and I packed everything to leave (the camp was suppose to finish the day after we left), we went to the airport and we said farewell to each other. She was a UM passenger and went into the airplane with a crew member. She traveled on a plane for more then 10 hours and arrived at Incheon airport (that's in Korea). Finally there is some peace and quiet around my house. :)

I can't wait until next year for another camp! Next time I do not want to leave the campsite until the camp finishes. I missed one day of camp this year, however I've got next year!

Church Carnival

It is 30/September/2012. Our church members went to a park to have a carnival. It was not very interesting but some things were rather unique.

We normally think carnivals are just doing whole lot of sports or think of it as a festival kind thing. However, I have to say that our carnivals are never like that.

We started our carnival with some O, X questions. Unfortunately, I got out on my second question which was: If a girl looks at the mirror and sees herself beautiful, then, she must think that she is a princess. Honestly, what do you think the answer is?

Count down of thinking of the question...
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
0!!!

I thought "nah, I don't so, even though I'm a boy, I perfectly know well about girls' attitudes through my mother and my cousin. By the way, even my mom and my cousin were saying no, so it has to be no." BUT! That's where I got wrong. There is a korean saying that you have a princess disease (they think this disease is supposed to make you think you are the hottest girl in the world) if you see yourself beautiful in the mirror. So I got kind of depressed because if you won the game, you win a prize.

Then I played with some guys until we were called to do tug-of-war, so we did. We lost 2 to 1 and again we lost the prize that they give you if you won the game. So we got depressed x2. However we had fun. That's all it matters.

I had real fun today. I can't wait until next year to do another carnival (we only do this whole church carnival annually). Today was a long and exhausting day.

Basketball Match

Dear diary,

Today is the 29/September/2012. I was at my basketball match. We won every single game this term and this is the last game. We can't lose, we just can't! We are 1st in the ladder and our team made this high by training hard and with our good coach, Jessica. We made it this far, if we win this year, we finally get to be in the finals! This is it...


Yes! We won! We won the game! Pfft, nothing so difficult since our team won every game with the difference of 20 points at least. Today, we held the victory with the score of 57 to 10. I'm feel so glad. I feel proud of my team and me (of course) for winning the game today. We are going to make it to the finals unbeaten! Wish us luck.

Diary I just heard a bad news. One of my teammates who is really good at basketball is leaving the team because he will be leaving to Sydney. His name is Bow and he is an asian just like me. He was great at basketball and was a great support for our team. He was also funny and cheerful so it was always fun around him. However, now I feel depressed as he is leaving us. I won't forget him. I wish for the best luck for him...

I hope there will be more exciting and extraordinary events I could tell you diary, but today I will this is the end.

The Day of Pride

My proudest day was when I chose to take a test to enter John Curtin College of Arts. I made this decision because art is my favorite subject and wanted to do more of it. I also chose  to do this test because this school is a good school and I may be able to discover my dream. At first, I had no intension of going to that school when my mother asked me. I thought to myself “I’ll never make it, because all good schools come with high expectations”. However I couldn’t say no to my dear mother so I said I’ll give it a try.  The time flew past and  the test date was just suddenly around the corner. With every passing day, I became nervous like a lamb being led to slaughter.

 At the test day, I went to Applecross High School. I was very anxious this day. When the time was ready for my test, I went in to face my destiny. The test evaluated my drawing skills. When I was having my test, I felt quite apprehensive but I got over it and tried to work confidently. Then while I was in the middle of my drawing, they said it was already half time. It got me stressed and made me work faster. Eventually I made it in time to hand my drawing in. I felt very relieved. Soon I did different tests like inspirations test and copying test. These weren’t much of a trouble.

When I was doing the inspiration test, I had to look at a piece of printed art and predict what will happen. I was imagining about a bunch of kids in a capsule looking containers that was floating down the river and their parents waving a goodbye to them. I thought of them going into a portal that was at the end of the river. So they ended up living in the future. This task was not so complicated because all I needed was creative imagination. Then, we moved along to another room where there were bottles, a doll, few plant pots and a cloth over the table. Then the task manager instructed us to draw the objects on the table. It took us a fair bit of time to finish but I managed to do it easily. This was because I was good at accurate but quick drawing. However the problem was that I was not able to make small images large enough to fit the page. So my drawing was minute. Even though it was not perfect, it was still quite easy.

 Few months later, about a month or two, there was a mail in our letterbox. I got curious about the sender, which was from John Curtin College of the Arts. I was so nervous that I was shacking like a leaf therefore I asked my mother to open the letter with me. After the message was read out by her, we were ready to jump over the moon together. This was because the letter was about me passing the test to enter John Curtin College of Arts. Right now, I can not wait for the year to pass quickly. I’m very proud of myself for being able to be accepted. That day was indeed the proudest day of my life.