The Encounter

My encounter with the Word of God is always so highly engaging. In my downhills of my spiritual walk, I leave the Word far behind me. But when I finally pick it up, just simply picking it up with a small plea in my heart that His Word will speak to me, I'm amazed at how I enjoy and yearn for the passages and verses. The Word is so engaging. It speaks to me about my life. The Word speaks to my heart. I didn't want to stop reading. Five years after my conversion, a lot of Bible truths seem subconsciously etched in my mind... and whenever I read the Word, everything is put right in front of me. All the truths jump out at me with refreshing clarity. I want to do this everyday. Dear God, see me through.

Verses of the day:

Be careful, or your hearts will be weighed down with dissipation, drunkenness and the anxieties of life, and that day will close on you unexpectedly like a trap.
For it will come upon all those who live on the face of the whole earth.
Be always on the watch, and pray that you may be able to escape all that is about to happen, and that you may be able to stand before the Son of Man.
--Luke 21:34-36

But I tell you that men will have to give account on the day of judgement for every careless word they have spoken.
For by your words you will be acquitted, and by your worlds you will be condemned.
-- Matt 12:36-37

Discovery of the Day!

By the power of Google, I found a really really COOOL website! Well, that's coz I happen to like playing around with photoshop and am interested in trying to learn FLASH... so here's the cool site!

http://www.tutorialized.com

This site has so much stuff! From tutorials on photoshop to Flash to Paintbrush pro to php to website hosting and what nots! Goood gooood goooood. It even teaches you to draw tribal designs with photoshop. hahaha I'm gonna mess around with photoshop soon! once the hols come hahaha. So fun!

Dream Job no.1: Inspiring nature book writer and illustrator
Dream Job no. 2: Shop owner of a shop like Prints
Dream Job no. 3: Free-lance Photoshoper

Maybe I can start of as Free-lance photoshoper, then go book-writing and retire on my royalty fees and sit around in my shop. hahaha.

Sometimes, I think we really need dreams. This small country can be quite suffocating when it comes to that. But hey, dream on yah! You see, if we can't do all that on earth, we still have eternity to enjoy in heaven! yeap yeap yeap.

Talking about dreams, I should overcome my phobia of website-making and go ahead with Dreamweaver too. uhuh! Go tutorialized.com Go!

I have finally started on the introduction of my report. And it's strange that I work best like...after 12am. Of coz, there's one side of me telling me that my body needs rest. But I feel rather awake... surreal it seems. I like the wee hours of the morning. When everyone's asleep, no one disturbs... it's strangely peaceful and cozy and cool and comfortable... it's a time when I can call my own. ha. oh yes, not making much sense at 2.50am.

Addition to wishlist:

Two in one English/Chinese Bible.

Lost. Muah Chee.

I'm so nuah. I feel like muah chee. No drive to do any work man. I think I'm forgetting some things in life. I've kinda slowed down the pace of my life so much so that I am highly inefficient with a gigantic amount of backload. I look at the problem, check out all the difficulties and find the gargantuan pressure and inertia building up so high that I ain't getting started. I get bogged down by the minute trivialities of the problem I literally put them there before they exist. And when I've exhuasted myself thinking about all the hiccups that haven't happened, I realise I finally should start working. But when that happens, I'm so tired, all the problems become some sort of self-fulfilling prophecy. I churn out my Burkholderia Psuedomallei report to find that I could have done way better if I havent thought so much about how hard it was. Wait, I haven't even started the report yet. Come on, get a grip and get moving.

Hey, I think I know what JT has forgotten. Do you remember about the stewardship of resources? Remb, He is pleased when we work. We were created for meaningful and purposeful work. Think you forgot too... that is anything too hard for the Lord? If the Lord is with us, isn't dat the greatest driving force ever? Ah, first of all, I think I need to wake up to the idea that God isn't contained...

Passing Thought:
How come my blog has degenerated into some sort of whiny diary... I think I have neglected the lightheartedness of life and the niceness and interestingness of ppl and things I see. Too much inward-looking. Look outwards please!

Image of the day:
A calm puddle under a big tree reflecting the intricate criss-cross of branches, twigs, leaves and the sky.

Memories:
I used to think that puddles of that sort must be the most beautiful holiday resort swimming pool for ants living in nearby grass patches. (If they ever know how to swim. Do ants even drink water?)

My wishlist...

In no order of preference:

1) watch (my watches...spoilt n missing)
2) alarm clock (mine spoilt :( )
3) meiji chocolate coated gummy sweet (those in a tube)
4) glittery pen (colourless one. but got glitter... saw the aqua colourless pen... really colourless, transparent shiny ink! But I want it to glitter leh haha)
5) new sandals (cant run properly in slippers... esp when i'm late)
6) water bottle (cracked my water bottle cap... so sorry mel, it's a bad accident...)
7) mechanical pencil (lost 2 of my fav pencils! sigh.)
8) A bag big enough to go camping for 3D2N. (but not too big)

Well, I can survive without any one of the above. haha

I. am. forever. packing. my. room. because. I. am. a. powerful. procrastinator. I. am. a. lousy. lazy. bummer. I. am. a. tortoise. I. want. to. hide. inside. my. shell. and. leave. the. mess. outside. to. rot. I. want. everlasting. holidays. I. want. to. be. a. hermit. I. can. make. do. with. living. in. my. tortoise. shell. But. face. it. There. is. no. time. to. stand. and. stare. I. have. to. pack. up. Is. there. no. place. to. dream. and. make. dreams. real? Where the force of a dream makes you so alive that you keep working at it? Can the dream be non-mundane and out of this world? Or. do. all. things. come. in. troublesome. packages. with. sweat. inducing. procedures?

We are always looking for something to satisfy that little vacuum. We want to enjoy, but there's nothing that can fulfill that major appetite for something more satisfying. Nothing in this world can be really perfectly satisfactory, I figure. And there's something out of this world? Yes, I know there is. but. i. aint. moving. in. that. direction. why? coz. i. chose. in. all. my. foolishness. to. fill. my. senses. quickly. and. impatiently. with. minimal. effort. I. chose. that. which. is. in. this. world. which. does. not. last. what. is. the. point. Man. we. are. so. reblliously. fallable.

The story of a tortoise

Once upon a time, there lived a tortoise in far-far-away land. It lived with a few tortoises in a nice and cozy home and it had its own corner in the little home. It had a nice bed and a pretty-looking carpet. Everyone who visited this little home would look at the carpet and say, "What a pleasant carpet! It's looks so pretty and so welcoming and so cheery!" Only the tortoises who lived in the house noticed the little fraying corner at one side of the carpet and the little black patch at another corner (well, accidents do happen... ink/coffee/milo spills have left its mark there). And only the tortoise knew that the carpet isn't all as pretty as it seems. Of course, there're the stains that come with time and accidents... but there's also something else. There's dust beneath the carpet. This tortoise, being a tortoise, sweeps things under the carpet all the time. It's a jiffy way of cleaning up its room. At first, the tortoise vacuumed and cleared things up and all. But it was tough... and tiring too. Soon, it learnt how it could keep things all nice and easy by sweeping them under the carpet. And it became a habit... ah well, all still appeared well. And when all was well, all was peaceful and all was good. What's so bad? Of coz nothing's bad. Until... the amount of dust gathered was so overwhelmingly great that the carpet started to be uneven to step on.... and several tortoises tripped over the carpet! PooF SpOOf! More clouds of dust from the carpEt! ArcHOoo! aRgH! PoOoof! The nice carpet wasn't so nice anymore... it looked ugly with all the dust flying everywhere everywhere everywhere! And the tortoise was upset, guilty and angry at itself for not sweeping and cleaning its room properly. If only it had settled the dust problem properly, this little pOoofy dust explosion wouldnt have happened. The situation now looked bad. There's dust everywhere... and it knew that it was time for him to clear the air and everything before it's too late...

Moral of the story: Don't be a tortoise. Don't always sweep things under the carpet. Clear the air and solve the problem.

I'm wasting my time away. It's like wasting precious water. The droplets go down the drain and they don't come back. Yet, I do all I can to waste it. I think it's a sign of running running running away from reality-- the things that force you to wake up to pain.

And I've finally understood why people want to be alone and yet feel lonely. Coz when u're alone, nothing distracts you from thinking. And when you think, you start to really think. And a good imaginative mind will take you where you don't want to go. When you look at what you've been gruelling over, it suddenly looks like a joke and you've wasted more time dwelling on nothing.

I want to wake up to a new day and forget everything that's to do with yesterday and the day before and way past. Tomorrow's a new day.

在一个小房间里，有一个人在哭泣。她的心好痛好痛，却不知道为什么会如此伤心。 她知道自己是因为自己放不开心里的大石头才会难过，但又说不出那颗大石头是什么。她只感觉到自己被压得好紧好紧，几乎都透不过气了。她像一只被囚禁在笼子里的小鸟， 日子久了，就算有飞出笼子的机会她也不敢去争取。她希望痛苦的日子能够快点结束，但很多事情不是说忘就忘的。时间真的能够挽救和弥补一切吗？我们都知道：答案是不。

Stop it! Else I'd put you in the sink and spray your feet!

My dog was in one of his piss-iest moods and he went barking at like everyone who walks past the door. Time to make him keep his trap shut and show him who's boss. I glared at him as he cowered back and made his guilt trip to the little punishment place. Ears flat, tail limp, head low... he shrunk against the wall and waited to get an earful from me. My sister brought along his muzzle and dangled it in front of him, warning him of the serious consequences of his naughty act. As my sister walked towards his little corner, she stepped onto a puddle of his pee! In his rebellion during the day, he peed on the floor!!! Argh.

My dog saw the muzzle coming, and he wasn't about to take any chances. He aint gonna sit there to be muzzled up, so he tried to get past me and my sis... and stepped onto his own pee! He ran here and there... making pee-foot prints all over the floor! ARGH!!!

I had to get him! I caught hold of him... and brought him out to the sink at the little balcony. He struggled all the way of course. He's scared of heights and the sink is not that near the ground for a little dog like him. Two of his feet settled into the sink. I sprayed his feet with the hose... and he was simply stiff with his phobia of heights. Gotta wash him clean. NO more PEE prints around the HOUSE! Guess it must be quite traumatic to have your feet sprayed in the sink... and he struggled even more. ARgH... and the hose got out of hand... I got all wet. ARGhhhh.

He was cleaned in the end. And back into the house he went. Of coz, guilty and shocked at this horrible "spray-my-feet-in-the-sink" experience, he nestled in one of the corners in remorse. He looked pretty guilty and all of us melted. okok. We'll get u a tray and fix ur toilet up properly.