Moving

to greener pastures (literally).

It is time to stop being so shmexy.
<-very cheeky smile, stop it!!

No the truth is I don’t feel the same anymore, and a lot of things have changed and when there is change, we move on.

(hahahahaha I hate my explanations. If you don’t understand, I just moved, ohkay?)

God is Good

Pass me not, O gentle Savior,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.

Savior, Savior,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.

Let me at Thy throne of mercy
Find a sweet relief,
Kneeling there in deep contrition;
Help my unbelief.

Trusting only in Thy merit,
Would I seek Thy face;
Heal my wounded, broken spirit,
Save me by Thy grace.

Thou the Spring of all my comfort,
More than life to me,
Whom have I on earth beside Thee?
Whom in Heav’n but Thee

-Words: Fanny Crosby, 1868.
Music: Howard Doane, 1870.

Beautiful hymn,
Beautiful Saviour

My soul rests in you,
my soul rests in you,
my soul finds its only comfort in you

Blessed Saviour, Star of David, Redeemer, Lord-
I miss you.

Staring at the clock

Looking at the seconds tick by, I really feel helpless and I feel my mortality so keenly. What if these are the last seconds I’ll ever breathe? Do I really want to spend it breathing in front of the computer, staring as some numbers go by?

Is this really what the Father wants for me to do right now, right here?

Eph 5:15-16 (NIV)
Be very careful, then, how you live - not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil.

 

 

 

It is the season for me to study and I know my Lord has plans for me beyond anything I could ever imagine. But sometimes, when it comes right down to it and I sit in the chair and open a physics textbook, that reality doesn’t subscribe to my thick head and I close it and open Newsweek (SS knowledge!), The Princess Bride - anything to keep me from reading about latent heat.

Blessed be your name.
Please let your will be done in me and help me to study for your glory.

OWNED!

I am worth only half a million (as of now), will bump up the price soon.

It’s like playing stocks only the price doesn’t go down!

HAHA

Rant

I want to grow up soon, Father.
I really want to get rid of my childish ways,
I really want to stop sulking all the time and demanding my way.
I don’t want to stamp my foot and ignore you anymore.

I just want you.

I prayed,
Please dear Lord, help those who are in need.
Help those who are hurting
Help those who are hungry

But you say,
You don’t worry
I’ll take care of them
Now I want to talk about you

I gave in

Today I gave in and I ended fast one day earlier.
It wasn’t so much because I really wanted to do everything else. It was more like I was tired, and I was tired and I couldn’t be bothered and I delibrately did everything my mind told me not to do, deliberately went to feed the physical man with answers to questions that should not be asked and refused to pray, stubbornly refused to pray.

And at 3 40 am I went to my old archives and read a posts dating a few months back.

O my God, how much have I sinned.
How do you deal with an unrepentant child like me, how do you even begin to use someone like me, so hurtful, so proud, so unwaveringly stubborn. How great your power must be O Lord, to save me, how great you must be.

Please Lord, forgive me. Please forgive me. Please.
Woe to me, because I have heard and not obeyed.

You are awesome, worthy of all praise, worthy LORD, worthy Saviour.
your redemption is so sweet Lord,
it is music to the sinner’s ears

Learning to breathe

That I’m learning to breathe
I’m learning to crawl
I’m finding that You and
You alone can break my fall
I’m living again, awake and alive
I’m dying to breathe in these abundant skies

Switchfoot

40 day fast starts now!

No more wordpress, time to get serious, or I’m going to get my D7 in Chem. It’s not enough to be substandard; I’m going to allow God’s glory to be revealed in me. Not through heedless worrying about where my next A1 is coming from, but living in faith and pushing on for the perseverance of Christ, that when that fateful day comes he may tell me, Well done, good and faithful servant!

Mr. Donuts I will conquer you!

Hm

Today I saw my grandmother pouring loads of leftover chilli in my grandfather’s sauce, nagging him in Hainanese and adding more food to his plate. I looked at his face, half expecting some form of annoyance wrinkling his brow, but he just kept quiet and took what she gave him.

And inevitably, i found myself wondering what exactly makes a marriage work and marveling at what love can do. What is it that makes you want to keep that promise, makes you want to keep loving that person unconditionally though he probably has bad breath in the morning?

It’s here that I realised how much what Ps. Michael Ross Watson said rang true: Marriage is a decision you make to love that other person no matter what happens.

Because passion will fade, and so will looks, and when everything that is good is gone and the disabilities surface, the only thing that is left really is the promise you make.

Its a sad fact looking at the state of the world today, where people don’t seem to understand that marriage is not a perfect union meant to be blissful forever, that there are times that will be trying, that marriage means you are bonded to that person while you are on this earth ’til death do us part’ no matter what, and so they walk into ROM with their eyes wide shut.

I think the older generation probably got this so much better than mine does. Theirs was a time of arranged marriages, and they all started out loveless, but ultimately within the constraints of that marriage didn’t so many find companionship anyway? Didn’t they stay together anyway? (Chinese drama serials about adulterous husbands nonwithstanding)

So anyway. Just what I was thinking of as I ate dinner at my granny’s today. Goodday.

I am annoyed

It is 2 13 am and Charmaine Phua’s and Rachel SeeToh’s presents are not done. It shall be a miracle if I get any sleep tonight.

I am only posting this because i wish to share my misery with some kind soul out there (in hope of rescue from UHU glue and crepe paper) and because Rachel SeeToh doesn’t read my blog and neither does Charmaine Phua. (the both of them also sleep notoriously early.)