Boy [Wesley]


Happy Belated Birthday for me !! ^^

My friends got me white 6x8 Bamboo Fun tablet for my 21st birthday on Dec 6! And I drew something using my tablet for saying a biiiggg thanks for them.

I would like to thank :
My one and only, Wesley Chandler "MiiJaou" . Love you hunnbunn
My beloved sister, Claresta Devina , Vinster
David Shum, ShumMaster
Scott Gillies, scooter
Alex Lam
Francois Nhieu, crazy dude Francisco
Jacky Wong
Lynn Yuen
Lesley Hung
Eric Z
Patrick Alsop
Peter Pie
Ashish Gurung
Bradley Kvist
Alexandru Nagy

calista loves her bamboo ^^

Thanks guys, you guys are awesome!


Nerd Corps Halloween 2008

Wesley dressed up as Voltar, the main character for the show, League of Super Evil and I dressed up as Voltie. Voltie is no in the story, but we just did her for fun, it's cute anyway. Wesley's mom loves the costumes so much. <3<3

My Doodle

This doodle always been my 'signature', just got the time to post it. ^^p


New Camera!! Canon EOS Rebel XS

I got an uber-cool new camera for early birthday present from Wesley's family. AND.... it's also my first ever camera!
Both Wesley and his dad, Simon, are into photography. Check out their work!

Simon Chandler
and Wesley Chandler

Psssttttt, they're so pro that I'm so gonna steal their skills... if I could ... O.o"

I'm still learning about camera myself, but I'm so excited to make good pictures. With the guidance of Wesley and his dad, I'm pretty sure one day I can be a cool photographer too. *wink wink*

Oh yea, I got a Canon EOS Rebel XS. I'm so so so so so happie. ^^

* I was gonna take picture of my new camera, but I mention this is my first camera ever, which means I don't have any thing to take picture with. Ha! Maybe I will borrow Wes' camera to take pic of my camera. Sigh! *


League of Super Evil

I'm currently working as Junior Animator at NerdCorps Entertainment. And this is the show that I'm working on League of Super Evil. Pretty funny stuff, go check it out!


Have a good day!


Our God is an Amazing God, a living God

Franky Sihombing - Bagai Rajawali - Franky Sihombing


The Duck and the Devil

There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm.
He was given a slingshot to play with out in the woods.
He practiced in the woods; but he could never hit the target.
Getting a little discouraged, he headed back for dinner.
As he was walking back he saw Grandma's pet duck.
Just out of impulse, he let the slingshot fly, hit the duck square in the head and killed it. He was shocked and grieved!
In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the wood pile; only to see his sister watching! Sally had seen it all, but she said nothing.
After lunch the next day Grandma said, 'Sally, let's wash the dishes'
But Sally said, 'Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen.
Then she whispered to him, 'Remember the duck?'
So Johnny did the dishes.
Later that day, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing andGrandma said, 'I'm sorry but I need Sally to help make supper.
Sally just smiled and said, 'Well that's all right because Johnny told me he wanted to help'
She whispered again, 'Remember the duck?' So Sally went fishing and Johnny stayed to help.
After several days of Johnny doing both his chores and Sally's; he finally couldn't stand it any longer.
He came to Grandma and confessed that he had killed the duck.
Grandma knelt down, gave him a hug and said, 'Sweetheart, I know. You see, I was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing, but because I love you, I forgave you. I was just wondering how long you would let Sally make a slave of you.'
Thought for the day and every day thereafter?
Whatever is in your past, whatever you have done... And the devil keeps throwing it up in your face (lying, cheating, debt, fear, bad habits, hatred, anger, bitterness, etc.) ..whatever it is...You need to know that God was standing at the window and He saw the whole thing.
He has seen your whole life. He wants you to know that He loves you and that you are forgiven. He's just wondering how long you will let the devil make a slave of you.
The great thing about God is that when you ask for forgiveness;
He not only forgives you, but He forgets.
It is by God's grace and mercy that we are saved.

Go ahead and make the difference in someone's life today.
Share this with a friend and always remember:
God is at the window!


The Room - What will happen in Heaven.

The following was sent to me in an e-mail today.

"This is excellent and really gets you thinking about what will happen in Heaven.

17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told his father, Bruce. It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote." It also was the last thing Brian ever wrote.

Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out the teenager's locker at Teays Valley High School in Pickaway County[Ohio].

Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his life near them, notes from classmates and teachers, and his homework. Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen's life. But it was only after Brian's death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized that their son had described his view of heaven.

It makes such an impact that people want to share it. "You feel like you are there," Mr. Moore said. Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.

The Moore 's framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room.. "I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it," Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. "I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him."

Here is Brian's essay entitled "The Room."

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room.
There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with
small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by
author or subject in alphabetical order.

But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless
in either direction, had very different headings.

As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that
read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards.
I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on
each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.

This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life.
Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail
my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with
horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring
their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of
shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if
anyone was watching.

A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed."
The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird.
"Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I
Have Laughed at." Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things
I've yelled at my brothers."

Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I
Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be
surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than expected.
Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume
of the life I had lived.

Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these
thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth.
Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched," I realized
the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and
yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it,
shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time
I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through
my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and
drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that
such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me.

One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards!
No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy
I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn
the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor,
I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card,
only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly
helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall,
I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With."
The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I
pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell
into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand. And then
the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started
in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried
out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves
swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room.

I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears,
I saw Him.

No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly
as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch
His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face,
I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst

Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me
from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was
a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my
hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me.
He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried
with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of
the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over
mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say
was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these
cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, and so alive.. The
name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took
the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't
think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it
seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed
His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."

I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door.
There were still cards to be written.

"For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes
in Him shall not perish but have eternal life." John 3:16"

If you feel the same way forward it to as many people as you can so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My "People I shared the gospel with" file just got bigger, how about yours?


There is still a Hope

EMO mode : ON
Photoshop, Wacom Intuos 3


doodle during meeting

We were having meeting and suddenlyI just draw some sorta old village I guess, I don't even know what it is. It's original tho, from my mind. HAha!


Dripping Strawberry

I took pictures with Wesley's camera, and I think I can do photography-graphic-editing thingy. It's a wild strawberry in the middle of Pinehead park.


The Starting Point

Hee, this movie is so awesome that made me want to be an animator. I didn't even know there's a such word called animator, haha. So yeah, that's my first post.

Peace out!