Dear God,
Thank you so much for letting Man U win :) Hugz. Muacks :p
Now that Man U and Chealsea are through to the Champions league, please "display your glory" that the previous defeat of Man U might lead to a greater win in this finals so that they will see how "the first shall be last, and the last shall be first". And teach the ya-ya Chealsea a lesson :(
Please God give Man U the double this 50th anniversary of the Busby tragedy plllllleeeeeeease?
Thursday, May 01, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Go Man U!!
I’m reminded why I refuse to get too involved in things- like sports, games, tv serials, etc. When I am into something, I get too emotionally involved. Too much for my own good. And last weekend has been a good reminder for me to always keep that safe emotional distance to things without losing the wonder & passion for life, and yet being able to keep that angst and sin away.
So I watched 30 min of August Rush on the plane before the plane began its descent. Buggers. I could not get the movie out of my mind. Dragged myself home, caught up on my sleep having slept only 2 hours on the plane earlier on, and at the first opportune available- I went to Video Ezy to ask for the movie. But sigh, it’s not available till next month. Drats.
I held my breath to find out what’s going to happen in the movie for the next 24 hours. And so finally I succumbed and confessed as I “tu-dou”ed the movie. Dear God, I will be accountable for watching this online. I’m so sorry- but I’ll answer for it on Judgment Day.
Watching the match between Man-U and Chealsea on Sat. I was really sad, depressed and my spirits were so low even till now as I think about it. I really hate Chealsea, cannot stand them. And the refree must be so darn blind and biased. Fwah, and I could not carry on conversations with Gabriel and Enoch the next day about the match without me holding my hand out to them Talk To My Hand.
And the next day, I was asking questions like “God, what is the point of feeling all these sadness in eternity? Where do all these games fit in your plan of eternity, do they amount to anything?” And I had to remind myself that God does not give goals as gifts even when you pray with great faith- and was I a little upset at Him for not giving us victory? Yes. Was I hoping that this defeat will be a better display of His glory later? Yes. Haha, and Arthur could not have put it better “I cannot handle it. It’s like an entire year wasted if we do not win.” And I am just a growing fan, what about those who have followed them all these years- how do they handle it? I hate Chealsea.
Someone left another note on our car that day- “Do you know it’s really rude to park in front of someone else’s door?” I had been pretty calm about the other notes that were left on our car over the years. We parked where we did obviously coz someone else took our lots, coz we wanted to allow the garbage truck to pass by in the morning without having to wake the neighborhood up, and we were parking on the opposite side of your main door- not at your maindoor, and look at how many lots you guys take up with your 4-5 cars before complaining about the one single lot we occupy.
But as I was working up all these justifications, I hatched a little plan. To be zapping 20 copies of this note and putting it on every single car and mailbox before I move out of the neighborhood. Wahaha.. Will I do that? Maybe. But that’s like mean- an eye for an eye is something I play in my mind that’s not supposed to result in action. Yeah, I’ll still get judged for being so un-Christlike but, at least I do no damage. So how? I guess it’ll depend if they upset me any more before I move out.
Argh… emotional distance, is safe. At least it keeps me sane, controlled and rationale. I am a crazy nut as I am. If I allow myself to go with my feelings- I think I’d wreck more damage to Planet Earth. So how do I juggle these 4 balls- safe emotional distance, wonder and passion for life, keeping away angst and sin, and being real. God help me!
But for now, in tenterhooks... All the best Man-U!!!! Bring back the double!!! i'm not watching lest i jinx you, but will be praying from afar...
So I watched 30 min of August Rush on the plane before the plane began its descent. Buggers. I could not get the movie out of my mind. Dragged myself home, caught up on my sleep having slept only 2 hours on the plane earlier on, and at the first opportune available- I went to Video Ezy to ask for the movie. But sigh, it’s not available till next month. Drats.
I held my breath to find out what’s going to happen in the movie for the next 24 hours. And so finally I succumbed and confessed as I “tu-dou”ed the movie. Dear God, I will be accountable for watching this online. I’m so sorry- but I’ll answer for it on Judgment Day.
Watching the match between Man-U and Chealsea on Sat. I was really sad, depressed and my spirits were so low even till now as I think about it. I really hate Chealsea, cannot stand them. And the refree must be so darn blind and biased. Fwah, and I could not carry on conversations with Gabriel and Enoch the next day about the match without me holding my hand out to them Talk To My Hand.
And the next day, I was asking questions like “God, what is the point of feeling all these sadness in eternity? Where do all these games fit in your plan of eternity, do they amount to anything?” And I had to remind myself that God does not give goals as gifts even when you pray with great faith- and was I a little upset at Him for not giving us victory? Yes. Was I hoping that this defeat will be a better display of His glory later? Yes. Haha, and Arthur could not have put it better “I cannot handle it. It’s like an entire year wasted if we do not win.” And I am just a growing fan, what about those who have followed them all these years- how do they handle it? I hate Chealsea.
Someone left another note on our car that day- “Do you know it’s really rude to park in front of someone else’s door?” I had been pretty calm about the other notes that were left on our car over the years. We parked where we did obviously coz someone else took our lots, coz we wanted to allow the garbage truck to pass by in the morning without having to wake the neighborhood up, and we were parking on the opposite side of your main door- not at your maindoor, and look at how many lots you guys take up with your 4-5 cars before complaining about the one single lot we occupy.
But as I was working up all these justifications, I hatched a little plan. To be zapping 20 copies of this note and putting it on every single car and mailbox before I move out of the neighborhood. Wahaha.. Will I do that? Maybe. But that’s like mean- an eye for an eye is something I play in my mind that’s not supposed to result in action. Yeah, I’ll still get judged for being so un-Christlike but, at least I do no damage. So how? I guess it’ll depend if they upset me any more before I move out.
Argh… emotional distance, is safe. At least it keeps me sane, controlled and rationale. I am a crazy nut as I am. If I allow myself to go with my feelings- I think I’d wreck more damage to Planet Earth. So how do I juggle these 4 balls- safe emotional distance, wonder and passion for life, keeping away angst and sin, and being real. God help me!
But for now, in tenterhooks... All the best Man-U!!!! Bring back the double!!! i'm not watching lest i jinx you, but will be praying from afar...
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Incredible India
I have finally set foot in India. Incredible. It’s one of those places that I (and little moo-moo) have always wanted to visit, somewhere God has placed in my heart. It’s not like a strong burden for the nation or anything, but just one of those places that is attractive and special to me. And true enough, one single word that I would use to mark this trip will be “comfortable”.
Be it walking out from the airport to be greeted by a sea of Darlie faces holding out sign boards, riding in the night and seeing cows by the side of the road. Or in true luxurious comfort, my hotel room with its modern home furnishings, and a wonderful breakfast spread by the poolside. Walking for 3 hours straight in the Bangalore traffic, the dusty roads, honking and a much-to-be-improved traffic did not unsettle me. Going about to do my shopping in a tuktuk was fun too. Winding in and out of cars in midst of the pollution made me smile about being able to get so close to the piece of metal next to me.
Even the food settled comfortably in my tummy despite the difference in dining culture. Every night, it was drinks & starters from 8 to 930, then dinner from 930-11. Murgh (chicken) tikka, rougan gousht (mutton), dahl, naan, rice, and lots and lots of different types of curries- yummy!! Well, I’ve gotta worry about the pounds now- but all the foods were like the best Indian comfort foods. Finger licking good!!
The colleagues were really sweet- esp Mohit & Jehan. They took really good care of me and made me absurdly jealous of the Indian hospitality- I’d love to be as hospitable as them. And having worked with them for so long, it’s so nice finally being able to hang out, goof around and even being able to talk about work & discuss issues face to face made me insanely excited. It is a comfort to find that despite being in different geographical locations, employees around the world ask the same questions, wonder about the same stuff and are considering the same options. But one thing I’d add though is that although I have been previously unimpressed by some of the working styles I’ve witnessed, but I now see some of the smartest and most hardworking Indians I know. There is little wonder that Gandhi came from this land.
I have definitely not seen much of India at all- the archaeological sites in the outskirts of Bangalore, Bollywood Mumbai, the capital Delhi or the other of the many states in this most democratic country in the whole world. And there are problems- the poverty gap, beggars on the street, shanty towns, a sense of elitist amongst some of the learned ones, infrastructural improvements, etc. But India has come a long way.
And I took myself by surprise- feeling at home and being comfortable in this land.
I like India. I really really hope to be able to go back again some day and discover the treasures that I have yet to find. Incredible India.
Be it walking out from the airport to be greeted by a sea of Darlie faces holding out sign boards, riding in the night and seeing cows by the side of the road. Or in true luxurious comfort, my hotel room with its modern home furnishings, and a wonderful breakfast spread by the poolside. Walking for 3 hours straight in the Bangalore traffic, the dusty roads, honking and a much-to-be-improved traffic did not unsettle me. Going about to do my shopping in a tuktuk was fun too. Winding in and out of cars in midst of the pollution made me smile about being able to get so close to the piece of metal next to me.
Even the food settled comfortably in my tummy despite the difference in dining culture. Every night, it was drinks & starters from 8 to 930, then dinner from 930-11. Murgh (chicken) tikka, rougan gousht (mutton), dahl, naan, rice, and lots and lots of different types of curries- yummy!! Well, I’ve gotta worry about the pounds now- but all the foods were like the best Indian comfort foods. Finger licking good!!
The colleagues were really sweet- esp Mohit & Jehan. They took really good care of me and made me absurdly jealous of the Indian hospitality- I’d love to be as hospitable as them. And having worked with them for so long, it’s so nice finally being able to hang out, goof around and even being able to talk about work & discuss issues face to face made me insanely excited. It is a comfort to find that despite being in different geographical locations, employees around the world ask the same questions, wonder about the same stuff and are considering the same options. But one thing I’d add though is that although I have been previously unimpressed by some of the working styles I’ve witnessed, but I now see some of the smartest and most hardworking Indians I know. There is little wonder that Gandhi came from this land.
I have definitely not seen much of India at all- the archaeological sites in the outskirts of Bangalore, Bollywood Mumbai, the capital Delhi or the other of the many states in this most democratic country in the whole world. And there are problems- the poverty gap, beggars on the street, shanty towns, a sense of elitist amongst some of the learned ones, infrastructural improvements, etc. But India has come a long way.
And I took myself by surprise- feeling at home and being comfortable in this land.
I like India. I really really hope to be able to go back again some day and discover the treasures that I have yet to find. Incredible India.
Monday, April 14, 2008
i can only imagine..
My current painful saga with my teeth has made me long for heaven- where we all have new bodies and no more tears, no more pain. Let me just indulge in the fantasy of that being a reality as I pop yet again the painkiller that helps to bring heaven on earth for a while…
1. No more losing sleep or waking up in the middle of the night in pain
2. No more need of dieting or watching our diets. Being able to eat tons of ice-cream and chocolate and yummy food without getting tooth decay nor piling on the pounds
3. No more breakouts, pimples and blackheads. Crystal clear succulent skin without using SKII.
4. No more toothache, migraine, flu, fever, chicken pox, avian flu, dengue fever, TB, etc etc.
5. No more hunger and poverty, and resultant deaths. No more dying coz of rising food prices. No more the unjust picture of bodies laden with excesses and bodies with a skeletal frame co-existing.
And here is my wish list for that new body… Daddy, you’re taking notes aren’t you? :p
1. Wings- I don’t want teleporting powers, I don’t want to fly like superman. I want things on my back that I can flap like a bird and fly in the sky. Oh hmm but I don want the wings on my body like its part of me all the time- maybe having it in a parachute bag for me to put them on as and when will be a good idea? You reckon?
2. Perfect eye-sight but optical shops selling glasses to help make me have the geeky look sometimes are still a must.
3. Some magic powers- I haven’t quite figured out which ones I want yet, let me think some more.. But i definitely want a wand and magic spells book. wahaha.. otherwise how can the klutzy me keep my fair share of laughter and trouble creation with my potions gone wrong wahahah..
And I have some questions..
1. At which age will we appear in? In our prime years? As babies/ kids/ grampys?
2. Will we get to know everyone? The heavens will be so wide, wider than earth, then how? Am sure we will not be segregated according to our colors into our continents right…
Aiya… this is getting too exciting and I cannot wait Jesus.. to see the place you have prepared for us. Will it be like the Greek mythology regal with high colonnades, or like candy land with everything sweet and fluffy, or like a big garden/orchard and zoo combined…
where will the lion and lamb sleep side by side in midst of the golden floor and silver seas?
I can only imagine… I can’t wait!!!
**
1. No more losing sleep or waking up in the middle of the night in pain
2. No more need of dieting or watching our diets. Being able to eat tons of ice-cream and chocolate and yummy food without getting tooth decay nor piling on the pounds
3. No more breakouts, pimples and blackheads. Crystal clear succulent skin without using SKII.
4. No more toothache, migraine, flu, fever, chicken pox, avian flu, dengue fever, TB, etc etc.
5. No more hunger and poverty, and resultant deaths. No more dying coz of rising food prices. No more the unjust picture of bodies laden with excesses and bodies with a skeletal frame co-existing.
And here is my wish list for that new body… Daddy, you’re taking notes aren’t you? :p
1. Wings- I don’t want teleporting powers, I don’t want to fly like superman. I want things on my back that I can flap like a bird and fly in the sky. Oh hmm but I don want the wings on my body like its part of me all the time- maybe having it in a parachute bag for me to put them on as and when will be a good idea? You reckon?
2. Perfect eye-sight but optical shops selling glasses to help make me have the geeky look sometimes are still a must.
3. Some magic powers- I haven’t quite figured out which ones I want yet, let me think some more.. But i definitely want a wand and magic spells book. wahaha.. otherwise how can the klutzy me keep my fair share of laughter and trouble creation with my potions gone wrong wahahah..
And I have some questions..
1. At which age will we appear in? In our prime years? As babies/ kids/ grampys?
2. Will we get to know everyone? The heavens will be so wide, wider than earth, then how? Am sure we will not be segregated according to our colors into our continents right…
Aiya… this is getting too exciting and I cannot wait Jesus.. to see the place you have prepared for us. Will it be like the Greek mythology regal with high colonnades, or like candy land with everything sweet and fluffy, or like a big garden/orchard and zoo combined…
where will the lion and lamb sleep side by side in midst of the golden floor and silver seas?
I can only imagine… I can’t wait!!!
**
a side note to my loved ones abroad... i am gonna have my braces done soon which means that in Arthur's words- i'm gonna be a "metal mouth" when i walk down the red carpet. wahaha.. you've been warned here. but well Mr Kok's happy to look better than his bride in the pictures.. so i guess that's worth something.. wahaha..
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
Burning Temptation
I know I have been silent for too long.. but have just been completely swamped with work and stuff to do… But now on this Friday evening, have decided to be sedentary, stay home and indulge myself with some peace and quite to just take stock of what’s been going on, update my blog friends, sip some Chinese tea, and possibly, watch a DVD later.
ok.. so what’s been up with me, let me see…
the most significant thing this week would be that I ripped the skin off the cave of my mouth. Even the doctor asked me how did I manage this impossible feat- that made it looked like someone scrapped the skin off the area behind my top row of pearlies. the culprit? my hot peanut butter sugar toast. wahahahahaha…. I know, that sounds like a crazy sinful toast but ah well it’s one of my favourite indulgences.
So that was Tuesday morning… I spread a generous helping of peanut butter on my slice of wheat bread, sprinkled the white sugar crystals on them and sent it into the oven. 5 min later, the sugar crystals are wonderfully caramelized, adding a wonderful shiny texture to my crunchy peanut butter which looked like its smouldering from the heat. Yummy… I knew it’s gotta be hot, so I bit round the edges for a while. and it was not long before I went one round the circumference of the toast. Too impatient to wait, I made a small attempt at the heart of the toast. ahh not too bad. nice.
Rewarded by my first attempt, I got greedy on my second bite. I did not expect the layer of peanut butter to be that thick- honestly. The moment I sunk my teeth into the brown fudge, that did it. The deceiving invitation scalded the cave of my mouth so bad I could feel the skin peeling off right away- and true enough, a faint pink film emerged when my tongue tried to “sayang” the area. Gross I know.
I needed something to cool it down fast. something cold. yeaps, ice cream!!! wahaha.. another good reason to fish out the delicious midnight cookie haagen daaz from the fridge. cold.. nice…
It became so painful to eat over the next 2 days. The area felt raw and even eating vegetables was tough. So upon advice, I went to the doctor to get some cream- and he was like “why is the peanut butter on your toast hot?” After I told him my whole story, he started laughing and said, “well, good thing is you can be eating lotz of ice-cream the next few days…”
And of course I did :p doctor’s advice you know… I something better than just cream, I got my licence to eat ice-CREAM wohooo… that’s how I finished my tub- oops I mean my sister’s tub of haagen daaz in a week. sorry little moo moo, I’ll buy a new tub for you ok? hehe.. 2 tubs of ice-cream in 2 weeks- my ears were painful tonight for a while from her screaming at me.
ok.. so what’s been up with me, let me see…
the most significant thing this week would be that I ripped the skin off the cave of my mouth. Even the doctor asked me how did I manage this impossible feat- that made it looked like someone scrapped the skin off the area behind my top row of pearlies. the culprit? my hot peanut butter sugar toast. wahahahahaha…. I know, that sounds like a crazy sinful toast but ah well it’s one of my favourite indulgences.
So that was Tuesday morning… I spread a generous helping of peanut butter on my slice of wheat bread, sprinkled the white sugar crystals on them and sent it into the oven. 5 min later, the sugar crystals are wonderfully caramelized, adding a wonderful shiny texture to my crunchy peanut butter which looked like its smouldering from the heat. Yummy… I knew it’s gotta be hot, so I bit round the edges for a while. and it was not long before I went one round the circumference of the toast. Too impatient to wait, I made a small attempt at the heart of the toast. ahh not too bad. nice.
Rewarded by my first attempt, I got greedy on my second bite. I did not expect the layer of peanut butter to be that thick- honestly. The moment I sunk my teeth into the brown fudge, that did it. The deceiving invitation scalded the cave of my mouth so bad I could feel the skin peeling off right away- and true enough, a faint pink film emerged when my tongue tried to “sayang” the area. Gross I know.
I needed something to cool it down fast. something cold. yeaps, ice cream!!! wahaha.. another good reason to fish out the delicious midnight cookie haagen daaz from the fridge. cold.. nice…
It became so painful to eat over the next 2 days. The area felt raw and even eating vegetables was tough. So upon advice, I went to the doctor to get some cream- and he was like “why is the peanut butter on your toast hot?” After I told him my whole story, he started laughing and said, “well, good thing is you can be eating lotz of ice-cream the next few days…”
And of course I did :p doctor’s advice you know… I something better than just cream, I got my licence to eat ice-CREAM wohooo… that’s how I finished my tub- oops I mean my sister’s tub of haagen daaz in a week. sorry little moo moo, I’ll buy a new tub for you ok? hehe.. 2 tubs of ice-cream in 2 weeks- my ears were painful tonight for a while from her screaming at me.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
just something for Good Friday
These Inward Trials
by John Newton (Amazing Grace)
I asked the Lord, that I might grow
In faith, and love, and every grace;
Might more of His salvation know,
And seek more earnestly His face.
I hoped that in some favoured hour
At once He’d answer my request,
And by His love’s constraining power
Subdue my sins, and give me rest.
Instead of this, He made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart;
And let the angry powers of hell
Assault my soul in every part.
Yea more, with His own hand He seemed
Intent to aggravate my woe;
Crossed all the fair designs I schemed,
Blasted by gourds, and laid me low.
‘Lord, why is this?’ I trembling cried,
‘Wilt thou pursue Thy worm to death?”
‘Tis in this way,’ the Lord replied,
‘I answer prayer for grace and faith.
These inward trials I employ
From self and pride to set thee free;
And break thy schemes of earthy joy,
That thou may’st seek thy all in me.’
I asked the Lord, that I might grow
In faith, and love, and every grace;
Might more of His salvation know,
And seek more earnestly His face.
I hoped that in some favoured hour
At once He’d answer my request,
And by His love’s constraining power
Subdue my sins, and give me rest.
Instead of this, He made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart;
And let the angry powers of hell
Assault my soul in every part.
Yea more, with His own hand He seemed
Intent to aggravate my woe;
Crossed all the fair designs I schemed,
Blasted by gourds, and laid me low.
‘Lord, why is this?’ I trembling cried,
‘Wilt thou pursue Thy worm to death?”
‘Tis in this way,’ the Lord replied,
‘I answer prayer for grace and faith.
These inward trials I employ
From self and pride to set thee free;
And break thy schemes of earthy joy,
That thou may’st seek thy all in me.’
Monday, March 10, 2008
Candy mix
Candy 1 – Ever noticed how small a sparrow really is? I was walking by 2 tiny friends the other day and mistook them for fallen leaves along the road. I walked so near to one of its kind today that I didn’t notice it till it took off when I was just a step away. And to know that the Father takes care of these little friends despite them being so teeny weeny, so surely He provides even more for me. How amazing the Father’s love for me…
Candy 2 – I found my favorite rain-watching spot yesterday in the back seat of the car. There’s something painfully romantic about watching the rain through the window in the car. Bright headlights of the other motor vehicles reflecting the rain, the sound of the falling drops so near above my head, the night becoming fuzzy and blurred by the water curtains… Don’t know why, this scene just reminds me of Ally McBeal walking along the streets to the background of Vonda Shepherd’s voice… and I guess that adds to the magic of the night.
Candy 3 – Walking the earth with God is the one phrase that constantly blows me away about our forefathers of faith. What is it like and how did they do it. He’s shown me the answer recently, I think. I think. And I pray that be true of my song forever, every day. It’s the supernatural in the natural, and the magic in the ordinary dailies of life. The leaves fall everyday, don’t they?
Candy 4 – Mummy walking out with an umbrella to shelter me from the rain. Hugging mummy and saying goodnight the other day. Just that hug erased all my irritation of her earlier naggings, and the warmth of that brief moment lingers even till today. Makes me realize I miss hugs from my parents for a very long time now.. And of course my little moo-moo too. AND my special ONE.
Candy 5 – My new LIFE Group. They’re really sweet, really really sweet. Perhaps some will say that’s a new group that’s why. And perhaps that is true. But I guess that’s the beauty of the body, when the old has things to learn from the new- and even though the stakes of losing familiarity seems high, but this is one risk worth the while. They may be just who we need to recapture the sense of wonder in the body. It was exceptionally touching to hear Shuhui share with the sparkle in her eye, that she has finally understood what it means for God to be talking to her, and she hears Him now. And she is gonna get baptized. Praise the Lord!
Candy 2 – I found my favorite rain-watching spot yesterday in the back seat of the car. There’s something painfully romantic about watching the rain through the window in the car. Bright headlights of the other motor vehicles reflecting the rain, the sound of the falling drops so near above my head, the night becoming fuzzy and blurred by the water curtains… Don’t know why, this scene just reminds me of Ally McBeal walking along the streets to the background of Vonda Shepherd’s voice… and I guess that adds to the magic of the night.
Candy 3 – Walking the earth with God is the one phrase that constantly blows me away about our forefathers of faith. What is it like and how did they do it. He’s shown me the answer recently, I think. I think. And I pray that be true of my song forever, every day. It’s the supernatural in the natural, and the magic in the ordinary dailies of life. The leaves fall everyday, don’t they?
Candy 4 – Mummy walking out with an umbrella to shelter me from the rain. Hugging mummy and saying goodnight the other day. Just that hug erased all my irritation of her earlier naggings, and the warmth of that brief moment lingers even till today. Makes me realize I miss hugs from my parents for a very long time now.. And of course my little moo-moo too. AND my special ONE.
Candy 5 – My new LIFE Group. They’re really sweet, really really sweet. Perhaps some will say that’s a new group that’s why. And perhaps that is true. But I guess that’s the beauty of the body, when the old has things to learn from the new- and even though the stakes of losing familiarity seems high, but this is one risk worth the while. They may be just who we need to recapture the sense of wonder in the body. It was exceptionally touching to hear Shuhui share with the sparkle in her eye, that she has finally understood what it means for God to be talking to her, and she hears Him now. And she is gonna get baptized. Praise the Lord!
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Catch 22
A couple of recent happenings made me realize that I am a victim of the free spirit more than I knew I was. I hate being told what to do, I hate having restrictions on my schedules, and I want to do what I want to do, when I want to do it and how I want to do it. In the least, I want to own my decision- even if it is a decision to be made to be dictated according to some expectations, it was my choice. And I willingly bear all consequence.
Of course I can easily tell how selfish all of the above sounds as it starts with the big I. But yet a part of me contemplates the above in light of the free will that God has given man, right from the start of Eden. How does the above measure up? As I have chosen to follow Him, am I not free to also make a choice in what to do and what not to do? And as He has allowed man to make that choice to de-god Him and suffer the consequence, why do I feel that people are trying to impose upon me what God did not even impose on Adam?
I will willingly bear the label of being a selfish b**** if I were truly so- and I am sure that there are many times when I am worthy of that label. But with every decision, naturally the party’s whose interests has been less than satisfied will feel that the decision is a selfish one- because their interests have been marginalized- pot calling kettle black?
The older child syndrome in me finds it hard to legitimize any decision that benefit only myself. And as God’s child, I see a need to balance the equilibrium in the bigger family when needs are not met. So if I have to juggle between living on earth and living for heaven, my blood and my spiritual family, reaching out & caring for those in the pen, making money & taking care of the big and small things at home, someone who needs to hear some perspective & someone who is just suffering an attention deficit from me- is there a single place where sanity lies? a decision either way will always make the other party feel side-lined. the catch 22 of my life.
I like to clearly know why I feed some expectations, which makes me happy to do so. I have recently owned the decision to fill up water bottles and dry the dishes as part of my duty as a daughter. I am doing it coz I choose to do it, because I love my mum- not because she told me to do it, and it doesn’t matter if no one else in the family cares to do it.
I am rambling now, I really am. I am not tired of life, I have known all the above things long ago. And I thought I have been getting a hang of handling all the expectations that are thrown my way, and handling the negative vibes with loose handles or erected walls. After all, many others have life harder than me. Surely, I screw up sometimes of course but I’ll just try again. And I guess I am pricked some times still- which is good. After all, I am only human.
So my prayer is to embrace this dance of life, dancing about the different roles in the different corners of the stage. All in all, that it’ll be a good dance for my only Audience- who loves me and alone commands my destiny. He has never had a set of formula that He wants me to follow, but I know in His sovereignty, He makes my every move- be it through a burden, a thought, a vibe in my heart, a chance appointment, an unexpected situation or simply the weather. Let me be dancing through life….
Of course I can easily tell how selfish all of the above sounds as it starts with the big I. But yet a part of me contemplates the above in light of the free will that God has given man, right from the start of Eden. How does the above measure up? As I have chosen to follow Him, am I not free to also make a choice in what to do and what not to do? And as He has allowed man to make that choice to de-god Him and suffer the consequence, why do I feel that people are trying to impose upon me what God did not even impose on Adam?
I will willingly bear the label of being a selfish b**** if I were truly so- and I am sure that there are many times when I am worthy of that label. But with every decision, naturally the party’s whose interests has been less than satisfied will feel that the decision is a selfish one- because their interests have been marginalized- pot calling kettle black?
The older child syndrome in me finds it hard to legitimize any decision that benefit only myself. And as God’s child, I see a need to balance the equilibrium in the bigger family when needs are not met. So if I have to juggle between living on earth and living for heaven, my blood and my spiritual family, reaching out & caring for those in the pen, making money & taking care of the big and small things at home, someone who needs to hear some perspective & someone who is just suffering an attention deficit from me- is there a single place where sanity lies? a decision either way will always make the other party feel side-lined. the catch 22 of my life.
I like to clearly know why I feed some expectations, which makes me happy to do so. I have recently owned the decision to fill up water bottles and dry the dishes as part of my duty as a daughter. I am doing it coz I choose to do it, because I love my mum- not because she told me to do it, and it doesn’t matter if no one else in the family cares to do it.
I am rambling now, I really am. I am not tired of life, I have known all the above things long ago. And I thought I have been getting a hang of handling all the expectations that are thrown my way, and handling the negative vibes with loose handles or erected walls. After all, many others have life harder than me. Surely, I screw up sometimes of course but I’ll just try again. And I guess I am pricked some times still- which is good. After all, I am only human.
So my prayer is to embrace this dance of life, dancing about the different roles in the different corners of the stage. All in all, that it’ll be a good dance for my only Audience- who loves me and alone commands my destiny. He has never had a set of formula that He wants me to follow, but I know in His sovereignty, He makes my every move- be it through a burden, a thought, a vibe in my heart, a chance appointment, an unexpected situation or simply the weather. Let me be dancing through life….
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Car tunes…
and so my driver-cum-laptop carrier-cum-lunch deliverer-cum-RM buddy finished his contract with the company last Friday, and declined to renew his contract due to a job mis-fit and wacky colleague relations amongst many other reasons.
have gotten so accustomed to calling him the person I see most, over the last 3 years- save for my stint in Beijing- that I’m actually a little sad that I’m not gonna be able to say that any more. I saw him 7 days a week, and almost 10 hours of my waking time. and so allow me to indulge and recollect what listening to car tunes each morn with “my sister’s boyfriend” meant.
it’s nice to be able to ride in the car with someone whom you can listen to the radio with. always being the one who feels a need to engage people, it’s means a lot for me to just be able to sit in the car and listen to Glen & the Flying Dutchman with my sister and Xun, without saying very much else. I guess he’s family to me, already.
there are times I roll my eyes and knit my brows as he drives- with the reckless cut-ins and jerking and jam-braking. but all in all, he’s driven us safely to school and work- without getting into accidents. serving my sister and I when I am too tired to drive, even when the bags and rings around his eyes are a lot more worse. thanks for the rides!
oh.. and for all the conversations we’ve had in the car. the good ones and the bad. the ones that ended up in laughter or in tears. be it talking about the wedding or ministry, our families and friends, or soccer or the weather, or just me hearing you repeat things like an old recorder. and not to mention the fights that had me ending with “I cannot carry on this conversation any more, let’s just stop it here”. All sweet now.
Of course your presence in the office makes a difference too. And I will miss hearing the signature laughter, the jackfruit and chiku on my table, and just sneaking chats every now and then. Work-wise, you’ve been a great help in the office really- there were times of screw-ups but all in all, good job pal!
I’m praying that as this chapter of your life closes, you would have learnt a thing or two about yourself and bring them with you. And as another one opens, your friend here will be rooting for you to get that degree. Ganbate ne!!!!
have gotten so accustomed to calling him the person I see most, over the last 3 years- save for my stint in Beijing- that I’m actually a little sad that I’m not gonna be able to say that any more. I saw him 7 days a week, and almost 10 hours of my waking time. and so allow me to indulge and recollect what listening to car tunes each morn with “my sister’s boyfriend” meant.
it’s nice to be able to ride in the car with someone whom you can listen to the radio with. always being the one who feels a need to engage people, it’s means a lot for me to just be able to sit in the car and listen to Glen & the Flying Dutchman with my sister and Xun, without saying very much else. I guess he’s family to me, already.
there are times I roll my eyes and knit my brows as he drives- with the reckless cut-ins and jerking and jam-braking. but all in all, he’s driven us safely to school and work- without getting into accidents. serving my sister and I when I am too tired to drive, even when the bags and rings around his eyes are a lot more worse. thanks for the rides!
oh.. and for all the conversations we’ve had in the car. the good ones and the bad. the ones that ended up in laughter or in tears. be it talking about the wedding or ministry, our families and friends, or soccer or the weather, or just me hearing you repeat things like an old recorder. and not to mention the fights that had me ending with “I cannot carry on this conversation any more, let’s just stop it here”. All sweet now.
Of course your presence in the office makes a difference too. And I will miss hearing the signature laughter, the jackfruit and chiku on my table, and just sneaking chats every now and then. Work-wise, you’ve been a great help in the office really- there were times of screw-ups but all in all, good job pal!
I’m praying that as this chapter of your life closes, you would have learnt a thing or two about yourself and bring them with you. And as another one opens, your friend here will be rooting for you to get that degree. Ganbate ne!!!!
Monday, February 11, 2008
Happy Rat Year?
after being missing for some time.. well here's just to wish you a happy Chinese New Year :)
it seems like Mickey isn't the only icon for this year of the Rat*... so will just use this latest mouse in town to greet you well :p
*: for my dear family and friends abroad, the chinese have their Zodiac signs taking after some animals and this year happens to be the year of the rat.
honestly, after that last rat that had wrecked havoc in my house last year, it really is tough for me to be looking at these pictures of rats with any ounce of affection. ate up our food, leaving lots of mess, leaving a stech where they have been, wrecking our nerves and putting us all on RED alert... 
what i'd most like to do with them is this.. if not, to engage Peter Piper to drown all the rats away.
what i'd most like to do with them is this.. if not, to engage Peter Piper to drown all the rats away.~
anyway... this year's new year visitations have been pretty fun. despite being tired out- 8 visitations on day 1, 4 visitations plus a sentosa trip on day 2. drunk uncles sprouting truths, lots of nuts and tarts, and having my Arthur around... all fun :)
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but just some quiet reflections on the season - am kind of tickled by the prospect of deepening my relationship with some of my cousins since God has somehow brought them into my work vicinity and radar. praying that i can be faithful to Him in them.
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the 2 sermons heard yesterday delivered a single message that came loud and clear- we are only as rich as how much we give. and it's a really timely reminder as Arthur & i are thinking about married life, our finances, budgets and all. praying that we can reflect our Daddy and give abundantly to those around us as He has given so richly to us. to be rich towards Him.. ang pows for our Heavenly Daddy, ever crossed your mind?
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perhaps the only slight glitch is that i am still "happily" staying away from some people whom i wish i can get them out of my life... forgiveness is really tough as i have come to learn, and it really takes killing ourselves, denying our interests and putting Christ first to forgive. i know its a lesson i need to learn, and i am truly amazed at my mother for her popensity to forgive. but till the lesson is learnt, may He give me grace and mercy.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Scribbles on the Museum
Have been kinda quiet lately. partly because I have been really busy at work, also because most of my free time have been taken up preparing stuff for ministry, the wedding and all. and whatever little bit of time I have left, I’d rather be a bimbo and just relax.
And now that my man is here with me, I guess we’ll just be catching up on the wedding preparations and spending time with people. so expect yet another long drought of blog entries :p but before I go, hehe.. will leave you with a couple of scribbles on our trip to the National Museum yesterday…
It’s really really pretty. there were a couple of really cool concepts and ideas- modern interpretations of the history; the passage of time through swinging lamps; usage of art, lightings and sound to give the senses a wholistic experience; and lots of heart-warming sharing that gave the exhibits a personal touch.
We only managed to get on a guided tour through the Singapore History Gallery, explored the 4 galleries on Singapore Fashion, Film, Food and Living and rested our legs over Mocha @ Novus. All this took us 2.5 hours, and we didn’t even manage to go back to review the exhibits in the Singapore history although we very much wanted to. And I missed the Greek exhibition from the Lourve (I think Susan saw when she was in Beijing :p) that I so wanted to see L anyone keen to go there again with me?
sigh I’m a little masochistic I think. When we were apart, I was always thankful for the time apart that allows us to focus on ministry and other people. But first day he is here, am already upset about his departure 16 days later. Being around him makes me more keenly aware of what I’m missing out from being apart I think. but ah well, in good time in good time.
And now that my man is here with me, I guess we’ll just be catching up on the wedding preparations and spending time with people. so expect yet another long drought of blog entries :p but before I go, hehe.. will leave you with a couple of scribbles on our trip to the National Museum yesterday…
It’s really really pretty. there were a couple of really cool concepts and ideas- modern interpretations of the history; the passage of time through swinging lamps; usage of art, lightings and sound to give the senses a wholistic experience; and lots of heart-warming sharing that gave the exhibits a personal touch.
We only managed to get on a guided tour through the Singapore History Gallery, explored the 4 galleries on Singapore Fashion, Film, Food and Living and rested our legs over Mocha @ Novus. All this took us 2.5 hours, and we didn’t even manage to go back to review the exhibits in the Singapore history although we very much wanted to. And I missed the Greek exhibition from the Lourve (I think Susan saw when she was in Beijing :p) that I so wanted to see L anyone keen to go there again with me?
sigh I’m a little masochistic I think. When we were apart, I was always thankful for the time apart that allows us to focus on ministry and other people. But first day he is here, am already upset about his departure 16 days later. Being around him makes me more keenly aware of what I’m missing out from being apart I think. but ah well, in good time in good time.
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oh and did i tell you.. he brought Sleeping Beauty here.. :p hahaha.. and so now we are one more cartoon richer in our Disney collection :)
ok, that’s all for a while. I guess I’d better wish you a Happy Chinese New Year first :p Better early than later.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
too free?
So Data Ops is gonna set up a blog site, and was asked on a personal favor to contribute one of the maiden entries.. goodness- how many side jobs do i have... but as usual, this sugar-cane being a sugar-cane once again goes under the presser.. and this is what she came up with...
What’s up for Chinese New Year?
Following on the well-received Christmas Decoration Competition (thank you so much for your participation, Data Ops!!), many have asked if the Social Comm was gonna organize a New Year Decoration Competition.
For fear that some creative precious souls will enjoy themselves so much, that they may really contemplate a career switch to doing decorations, Social Comm decided to lay off that indulgence this time. :p
One down side of that decision is however that our office will not have a chance to “look like a red packet”, and therefore you might not smell the (year of the) RAT creeping in. But I’m sure as all our warm-hearted colleagues start bringing in the pineapple tarts and peanut cookies, the festive cookies will not just lend its aroma to the office but fill the air with “Dong dong dong qiang!”
So is the Social Comm not doing anything for the Chinese New Year????
Of course…………
NOT!!! You can always count on us to give you the reason to let your hair loose during office hours, can’t you? :p
Good traditions ought to be preserved, and therefore Social Comm will be bringing you the Data Ops Annual Lo-Hei!!!
Rainbow colored veggies on a huge plate with sweet and sour sauce, precious salmon strips that bode you a good year of excesses, and the only chance during the year to pay no heed to mum’s advice- and play with your food with all you’ve got. How can you miss Lo-Hei??? Eating cannot get more fun than Lo-Hei :)
So don’t miss the chance to celebrate this New Year together with our Annual Lo-Hei, get your red packet from Steve-ye (the Chinese call their god of wealth- ‘Caishen-ye’), and eat as many Mandarin oranges as you can!!
Now, we’re just waiting for the Lion Dancers to dance into our office to kick-start our celebrations. Keep your eyes on your mailbox for more updates!
~jo, on behalf of Social Comm~
What’s up for Chinese New Year?
Following on the well-received Christmas Decoration Competition (thank you so much for your participation, Data Ops!!), many have asked if the Social Comm was gonna organize a New Year Decoration Competition.
For fear that some creative precious souls will enjoy themselves so much, that they may really contemplate a career switch to doing decorations, Social Comm decided to lay off that indulgence this time. :p
One down side of that decision is however that our office will not have a chance to “look like a red packet”, and therefore you might not smell the (year of the) RAT creeping in. But I’m sure as all our warm-hearted colleagues start bringing in the pineapple tarts and peanut cookies, the festive cookies will not just lend its aroma to the office but fill the air with “Dong dong dong qiang!”
So is the Social Comm not doing anything for the Chinese New Year????
Of course…………
NOT!!! You can always count on us to give you the reason to let your hair loose during office hours, can’t you? :p
Good traditions ought to be preserved, and therefore Social Comm will be bringing you the Data Ops Annual Lo-Hei!!!
Rainbow colored veggies on a huge plate with sweet and sour sauce, precious salmon strips that bode you a good year of excesses, and the only chance during the year to pay no heed to mum’s advice- and play with your food with all you’ve got. How can you miss Lo-Hei??? Eating cannot get more fun than Lo-Hei :)
So don’t miss the chance to celebrate this New Year together with our Annual Lo-Hei, get your red packet from Steve-ye (the Chinese call their god of wealth- ‘Caishen-ye’), and eat as many Mandarin oranges as you can!!
Now, we’re just waiting for the Lion Dancers to dance into our office to kick-start our celebrations. Keep your eyes on your mailbox for more updates!
~jo, on behalf of Social Comm~
Monday, January 21, 2008
my perfect day
wake up in the morning at 9
walk around the house in my pyjamys a little and spot the papers on the table.
have a piece of warm 9-grain toast with marmalade & sip my orange juice as I read the news.
fiddle around with my hair and decide to take a shower.
change into a white frock and flat slip-ons and out of the house I go.
settle into a breezy park to read my book.
when I am bored, take out my crayons and sketch book and just doodle a little.
I will spot the ice-cream man and he will give me a Haagen Daaz chocolate cone.
walk around the shimmery lake and smile to myself.
a child will pass me by and tell his mama that he wants an ice-cream too.
something tells me inside that it’s time to go home.
head home and fish out some leftovers from the refrigerator.
with dinner in the microwave, I take a hot shower and slip into my pyjamys again.
put in my DVD and sit in front of the tv eating dinner.
feeling good after my romantic comedy, I get ready for bed.
with a hot cup of tea and tucked into bed, I try to read
but after a while I fall asleep.
it’s nice to let your imagination run for a while to take you through your perfect day, at least it happened while it lasted :)
what’s your perfect day like?
walk around the house in my pyjamys a little and spot the papers on the table.
have a piece of warm 9-grain toast with marmalade & sip my orange juice as I read the news.
fiddle around with my hair and decide to take a shower.
change into a white frock and flat slip-ons and out of the house I go.
settle into a breezy park to read my book.
when I am bored, take out my crayons and sketch book and just doodle a little.
I will spot the ice-cream man and he will give me a Haagen Daaz chocolate cone.
walk around the shimmery lake and smile to myself.
a child will pass me by and tell his mama that he wants an ice-cream too.
something tells me inside that it’s time to go home.
head home and fish out some leftovers from the refrigerator.
with dinner in the microwave, I take a hot shower and slip into my pyjamys again.
put in my DVD and sit in front of the tv eating dinner.
feeling good after my romantic comedy, I get ready for bed.
with a hot cup of tea and tucked into bed, I try to read
but after a while I fall asleep.
it’s nice to let your imagination run for a while to take you through your perfect day, at least it happened while it lasted :)
what’s your perfect day like?
Monday, January 14, 2008
happy!
My trip to Gramaphone @ Cathay yesterday made me a very very happy woman.. my man cant quite access my blog in Beijing, and i usually dutifully send him my entries- i'm gonna make an exception this time hahahaa.. don tell on me please!!!
anyway, yes back to my trip to Gramaphone.. bought 2 VCDs which made me very very happy.. the reworked version of the Little Mermaid (my favourite- and Berno just told me it's hers too) & Cinderella!!!!!!! hehe.. its our little ambition to collect all the Disney classics you see.. can't wait to see the smile on his face when he sees the CDs.. don ask me what has a man got to do with Disney- let him answer that for himself.. but that was one of the things that made me know "we were made for each other" wahaha.. shallow hor..
a pity that the others like Beauty and the Beast ( moo moo's favie) & Sleeping Beauty (Arthur's favie) have not 
been reworked yet.. haiz so gotta wait.. let me know first hand if you ever see the ORIGINALs in the market!!!
been reworked yet.. haiz so gotta wait.. let me know first hand if you ever see the ORIGINALs in the market!!!anyhow, as if i'm not thrilled enough, Papa sent me a cup of Starbucks coffee (which i was still deliberating whether or not to get) through the Citibank officer at the music store. He took my biometrics and helped me signed up for the biometric payment thingy- which i was too lazy to get done some time back, and gave me a Tall Latte coupon. Double blessing!!! Xun, that's why i told you it's on Him.. hehe..
and not to mention the sunshine on Saturday so i could get all my laundry and mattresses sunned... Thank you Daddy!!! You've spoilt me this weekend you know that? *hugz*
Thursday, January 10, 2008
At the airport
The opening of T3 marks a new chapter in the aviation transport scene in Singapore. I must admit that I am surprised to find out that it is even bigger than the HK airport. Anyhow, I am not paid to do publicity and I have not been there, but the opening of the new airport terminal is nevertheless the source of inspiration for this entry.
The airport is one of the best places to people-watch. Every turn of the corner, you will be treated to a display of emotions and activities that you hardly see in the ordinary course of life. And it gives you the hope that the city dwellers are not that a cold-blooded bunch after all.
At the departure hall, you see families crowding around the son or daughter who is leaving for abroad. Mums shedding tears, dads fighting hard to control their emotions and patting their beloved on the shoulder as a sign of support. Friends gathering to say their last good-byes. In another corner, families are leaving happily to go on vacation. And yet in another scene, a businessman just passes through the customs briskly eager to settle down in Coffee Bean to get started on his laptop.
At the arrival hall, you see smiles everywhere. Anxious faces peering through the glass window, eager to catch the first glimpse of who they are waiting for. And when a wave is returned from someone familiar inside, a bright radiant smile breaks out. “There he is!” Exchanges of hugs and thankful glances to welcome the traveler home. Sweet.
I really do like the airport quite a bit. where emotions are worn on sleeves and no one too shy to show their love. Wish I can go by for a coffee some day soon to people watch again.
The airport is one of the best places to people-watch. Every turn of the corner, you will be treated to a display of emotions and activities that you hardly see in the ordinary course of life. And it gives you the hope that the city dwellers are not that a cold-blooded bunch after all.
At the departure hall, you see families crowding around the son or daughter who is leaving for abroad. Mums shedding tears, dads fighting hard to control their emotions and patting their beloved on the shoulder as a sign of support. Friends gathering to say their last good-byes. In another corner, families are leaving happily to go on vacation. And yet in another scene, a businessman just passes through the customs briskly eager to settle down in Coffee Bean to get started on his laptop.
At the arrival hall, you see smiles everywhere. Anxious faces peering through the glass window, eager to catch the first glimpse of who they are waiting for. And when a wave is returned from someone familiar inside, a bright radiant smile breaks out. “There he is!” Exchanges of hugs and thankful glances to welcome the traveler home. Sweet.
I really do like the airport quite a bit. where emotions are worn on sleeves and no one too shy to show their love. Wish I can go by for a coffee some day soon to people watch again.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Signing off 2007
As the waves of time bring us into 2008, let us be riding into it on the promises that He will be with us. As 2007 was, may 2008 be His as well :) Happy New Year Father, Jesus & Holy Spirit, and Blessed New Year folks!
Beautiful Lord, Wonderful Saviour
You gently call me into your presence
guiding me by Your Holy Spirit
Teach me dear Lord to live all of my life through Your eyes
I'm captured by Your holy calling
Set me apart, I know you're drawing me to yourself
Lead me Lord I pray
Take me, Mould me, use me, fill me
I give my life to the Potter's hand
Call me, guide me, lead me, walk beside me
I give my life to the Potter's hand
Beautiful Lord, Wonderful Saviour
I know for sure, all of my days are held in your hands,
crafted into your perfect planYou gently call me into your presence
guiding me by Your Holy Spirit
Teach me dear Lord to live all of my life through Your eyes
I'm captured by Your holy calling
Set me apart, I know you're drawing me to yourself
Lead me Lord I pray
Take me, Mould me, use me, fill me
I give my life to the Potter's hand
Call me, guide me, lead me, walk beside me
I give my life to the Potter's hand
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Sri Lanka
i know many of you might have been disappointed with my response when you asked me how is Sri Lanka. i guess i have not quite come round to the mixed feelings i've had on the trip, nix the jet lagged-ness :p
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from why this trip is to be such a special one- of course any trips taken with my dear moo moo is in and of itself a precious experience, but well she knows the reason;
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to the beauty that the land & people had to offer- the wild safari, the lush nature, the riches from the earth, pure beauty... but this is somewhat tainted by the rich-poverty gap, city-rural differences, effects of globalisation on this country;
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to the stirrings it produced in me when i think about the political climate and instability of the country due to the LTTs, and how it has handicapped its growth to become one of Singapore's biggest threat, and the fact of how poor and fragile our little island is;
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to how my heart soured when over and over again i am reminded of the truth that the Church is so weak today - the blue mosque in Turkey, the Buddhist & Hindu temples in Sri Lanka. despite being tourist attractions, they all had worshippers going into worship. But yet, the cathedrals in Europe only serve as pubs and cafes, and a tight slap across our faces...
I often prayed "Father forgive them, they know not what they are doing" when i see idol worship. But yet when faced with the huge statues i see, the "magnificence" of the temples constructed, the people throwing themselves down in "contrition" on "holy ground", the words could not come to my mouth.
The jealousy for God's glory failed my prayer. How does God stomach His creation giving their undying faith to stones? How can He endure seeing these things... And how can those who worship the true and living God give so little, when those who worship the false gods can give so much...
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I enjoyed the trip, i really did. But i think the lessons it brought me this Christmas season is somewhat depressingly awakening... Pardon my failure to be more enthusiastic about Sri Lanka for now- it's a beautiful land with beautiful people, it really is. But i wish they could see the beauty of the One who had given them all these.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Cloudy updates
There’s something very romantically humbling about seeing clouds move.
When you raise your eyes upon the heavens and you see this giant piece of cloud roll by, paying no heed to the proud building standing before it. The concrete giant looks but like a clumsy, stiff block that ought not be there. The accomplishments of man that it seeks to boast of, is reduced to naught.
On a cool breezy day when you see the cirrus clouds against the backdrop of the clear blue skies, they look light and wispy and unimportant. But yet man will not be able to touch it, nor contain it, nor reach it. And this brings man back to the ground- that no matter how important we feel we are, there is actually very little we can do.
I used to be able to see a picture in every cloud when I was a little girl. Did an angel ride in that flurry car? Or care bears “stared” that into place. Is that candy for me? Maybe I can take a shower in that cloudy bath tub when I get to heaven.
Now, I only wish that I’d have time for this once favorite hobby again. And wish that I’d still be able to see the pictures within the clouds again.
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And it makes me so pleased to be able to write in midst of my crazy schedule this week... makes me feel somehow i'm in touch with my inner self still...
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As for now, i just want to wish my very special kor a Happy Birthday. The heavens rejoiced the day He made you years ago, and here today on earth, many are rejoicing that you are in our lives. Thanks for being who you are and coming my way :)
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Anyhow, this day-dreamer is glad that she's able to go off for a holiday... so the next time you hear from me, its prob about the beautiful pearl of the Indian Ocean :) so here's just me wishing you a very blessed Christmas. And may the Hope, Peace, Joy and Love of this season be with you always...
When you raise your eyes upon the heavens and you see this giant piece of cloud roll by, paying no heed to the proud building standing before it. The concrete giant looks but like a clumsy, stiff block that ought not be there. The accomplishments of man that it seeks to boast of, is reduced to naught.
On a cool breezy day when you see the cirrus clouds against the backdrop of the clear blue skies, they look light and wispy and unimportant. But yet man will not be able to touch it, nor contain it, nor reach it. And this brings man back to the ground- that no matter how important we feel we are, there is actually very little we can do.
I used to be able to see a picture in every cloud when I was a little girl. Did an angel ride in that flurry car? Or care bears “stared” that into place. Is that candy for me? Maybe I can take a shower in that cloudy bath tub when I get to heaven.
Now, I only wish that I’d have time for this once favorite hobby again. And wish that I’d still be able to see the pictures within the clouds again.
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And it makes me so pleased to be able to write in midst of my crazy schedule this week... makes me feel somehow i'm in touch with my inner self still...
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As for now, i just want to wish my very special kor a Happy Birthday. The heavens rejoiced the day He made you years ago, and here today on earth, many are rejoicing that you are in our lives. Thanks for being who you are and coming my way :)
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Anyhow, this day-dreamer is glad that she's able to go off for a holiday... so the next time you hear from me, its prob about the beautiful pearl of the Indian Ocean :) so here's just me wishing you a very blessed Christmas. And may the Hope, Peace, Joy and Love of this season be with you always...
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
A little bit of Enchantment
Really really like Enchanted.. i know, shoot me, it's such a girly, kiddy movie.. but honestly, it's so fun.. and so real… for one who has always longed for a little piece of magic in the city, there's nothing that beats seeing a fairy-tale princess fitting in so well and making a difference in the city.
"i could be that princess!" haha...
But of course, there is also that drool worthy Patrick Dempsey in the movie. Playing the New York lawyer whose heart was broken and never believed in "happily ever after", and wanted to shield his daughter from broken dreams by taking fairy tales out of her library. He’s a mirror of most city dwellers. Thankfully, having met the love of his life before he settled for a sensible safe solution- the magic returned to his dull city life.
Enchanted is enchanting, especially if you’d give the movie more thought. There is so much philosophy in it. Do fairy tales belong only in story books- do we not need to believe in it to live a spirited life? Can we not live in a castle with our feet planted on earth? What is reality? Will you be able to handle magic when it happens? Extend that thought to the Christian faith.
"i could be that princess!" haha...
But of course, there is also that drool worthy Patrick Dempsey in the movie. Playing the New York lawyer whose heart was broken and never believed in "happily ever after", and wanted to shield his daughter from broken dreams by taking fairy tales out of her library. He’s a mirror of most city dwellers. Thankfully, having met the love of his life before he settled for a sensible safe solution- the magic returned to his dull city life.
Enchanted is enchanting, especially if you’d give the movie more thought. There is so much philosophy in it. Do fairy tales belong only in story books- do we not need to believe in it to live a spirited life? Can we not live in a castle with our feet planted on earth? What is reality? Will you be able to handle magic when it happens? Extend that thought to the Christian faith.
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