It seems like I have gone to somewhere far far away for awhile. If I didn't return, this blog would have been abandoned and probably adversely possessed by some squatter who squatted on my property without my permission :) hey, my land law is still OK! hehe, Benson must see this...nah, just kidding.
By the way, life has taken yet another turning point, and guess what? I'm loving it! God has shown me that I am one who live and walk on His promises. Truly, He is faithful. And so compassionate.
Anyway, I cam across this email sent to me by a college friend about the difference between a friend and a best friend. Take a look ;)
Friend : calls your parents by mr. and mrs.
Best Friend: calls your parents dad and mom.
Friend : has never seen you cry
Best Friend: has always had the best shoulder to cry on
Friend : never asks for anything to eat or drink
Best Friend: opens the fridge and makes herself at home
Friend : asks you to write down your number
Best Friend: they ask you for their number (cuz they can't remember it
Friend : borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back
Best Friend: has a closet full of your stuff
Friend : only knows a few things about you
Best Friend: could write a biography on your life story
Friend : will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing
Best Friend: will always go with you
Disney Sunset
Disney Sunset
31.3.06
17.3.06
SteReoType
Just take a look at any fashion, trend or leisure magazine today and you will find tons of similar-looking models, dabbed with 3 inches thick (or even more) cosmetics made of low-cost chemicals or supposedly 'organic' substances, posing with seemingly-not-enough-clothe dresses, trying to look cool and 'pretty' or sexy on the coverpage or an advertisement of a branded fragrance.
Yes, they look alike!
They dictate how a person should dress or look like in order to be labled goodlooking or beautiful in their own sense, the sense of this world, of this ugly world. Eughh! I can't imagine anybody would want to look like a fixed virtual doll according to the standards of this world. Well, if my maths is right, it should be something like this: Ugly world = Ugly standards = Ugly looks ;)
People, just be yourself. Just because you are not wearing something in trend or nice according to this world, it doesn't mean you are not beuatiful. BEAUTY IS SKIN-DEEP.
Want to see a clear cut case of stereotype? Look at the photo uploaded above. Voila.
15.3.06
Most Painful Thing
It's 12.30am and my bf is still out 'drinking with friends'. Ah, screw him.
I have better things to write about.
Some experiences are painful. So painful that it sticks on you your whole life. But there are times, and this does not happen to everyone, when it is another person's painful experience that is stuck on you. This occurs when that somebody shared the pain with you. Try to recall the latest sharing about a painful experience by your friend to you. Feeling the pain? Yup. But it is not that painful actually because our hearts are not imparted with the true extent of the pain that our friends felt.
But there is somebody I know that is able to do that. That special someone shared his one and only painful experience in eternity to the selected few in this world. And guess what? The extent of pain is equal to that felt originally by him - God.
In my 22 years of life in this ugly-yet-beautiful-in-many-ways world, I have met 2 persons who have had the opportunity to feel that pain our loving Father felt for us.
After a period of departure from his first church, Jared returned, and as he was praying, he suddenly felt this inexplicable stab of pain in his heart. God said to him in a painful voice, "I have so much to give to my youth, but where are they?" He wept out loud, the loudest ever in his life, that very moment, even before there was any music, before the Sunday service started. Since then, Jared had been contributing to youth ministry in his church and the rest is history.
Few days ago, Sue Ann, while praying, had a vision. In that vision, there was only her and Jesus, standing side by side, in front of a huge lake. A lake full with blood. As she turned to Jesus in the vision, He said to her, "This is the blood that I have shed for my people... but not all have come to me. So many of them are still not with me." Sue Ann was never the same again since the vision, because she felt the pain equal to that felt by Jesus, standing in front of the blood He shed for us.
I used to think that giving birth is the most painful thing on earth. I was mistaken.
Only one encounter with the pain God felt could stay that painful in these people's hearts. Imagine... how painful would it be if it were the sum of all sins and lost souls.
Inexplicable.
I have better things to write about.
Some experiences are painful. So painful that it sticks on you your whole life. But there are times, and this does not happen to everyone, when it is another person's painful experience that is stuck on you. This occurs when that somebody shared the pain with you. Try to recall the latest sharing about a painful experience by your friend to you. Feeling the pain? Yup. But it is not that painful actually because our hearts are not imparted with the true extent of the pain that our friends felt.
But there is somebody I know that is able to do that. That special someone shared his one and only painful experience in eternity to the selected few in this world. And guess what? The extent of pain is equal to that felt originally by him - God.
In my 22 years of life in this ugly-yet-beautiful-in-many-ways world, I have met 2 persons who have had the opportunity to feel that pain our loving Father felt for us.
After a period of departure from his first church, Jared returned, and as he was praying, he suddenly felt this inexplicable stab of pain in his heart. God said to him in a painful voice, "I have so much to give to my youth, but where are they?" He wept out loud, the loudest ever in his life, that very moment, even before there was any music, before the Sunday service started. Since then, Jared had been contributing to youth ministry in his church and the rest is history.
Few days ago, Sue Ann, while praying, had a vision. In that vision, there was only her and Jesus, standing side by side, in front of a huge lake. A lake full with blood. As she turned to Jesus in the vision, He said to her, "This is the blood that I have shed for my people... but not all have come to me. So many of them are still not with me." Sue Ann was never the same again since the vision, because she felt the pain equal to that felt by Jesus, standing in front of the blood He shed for us.
I used to think that giving birth is the most painful thing on earth. I was mistaken.
Only one encounter with the pain God felt could stay that painful in these people's hearts. Imagine... how painful would it be if it were the sum of all sins and lost souls.
Inexplicable.
2.3.06
Should Have's
No, this is not a shopping list that contains the trendiest cosmetics or fashion tips that you should have. I'm not that type of person who will blog about it. Just get CLEO or FEMALE or whatever magazine with a skimpily dressed model at the cover, air-brushed, with lots of make up.
I returned from dinner yesterday and found my Chinese housemate, Y, sitting on the floor with her class schedule in her hand, sulking. She looked so down and sad, and all she did was stare at the schedule in her hand.
I sat down beside her and said all sorts of things to cheer her up. I even played the 'Sausages' game with her. She laughed a little, and returned to her original state.
She had been sitting there sulking for more than 2 hours. Over what? How displeased she was with her daily schedule and worrying about her studies.
This triggered a thought in my mind. Instead of sulking for more than two hours, at least a few minutes should have been used to consider how she can improve her studies and rearrange her schedule, etc, just to get herself out of that miserable state.
A lot of us are like that too. We may complain or blame ourselves or sulk over so many things in our lives, and ask questions like 'Why am I so stupid?' or 'Why I must go through so much pain?'.
Things happen for a reason. Yes, they do. Look at it as a life-learning process for you to grow up and be more mature....or more wise. Instead of feeling miserable over it, we should have done so many other things that could solve the problems. Just take a long look back at your life and see how many "should have's" are there.
God bless you.
I returned from dinner yesterday and found my Chinese housemate, Y, sitting on the floor with her class schedule in her hand, sulking. She looked so down and sad, and all she did was stare at the schedule in her hand.
I sat down beside her and said all sorts of things to cheer her up. I even played the 'Sausages' game with her. She laughed a little, and returned to her original state.
She had been sitting there sulking for more than 2 hours. Over what? How displeased she was with her daily schedule and worrying about her studies.
This triggered a thought in my mind. Instead of sulking for more than two hours, at least a few minutes should have been used to consider how she can improve her studies and rearrange her schedule, etc, just to get herself out of that miserable state.
A lot of us are like that too. We may complain or blame ourselves or sulk over so many things in our lives, and ask questions like 'Why am I so stupid?' or 'Why I must go through so much pain?'.
Things happen for a reason. Yes, they do. Look at it as a life-learning process for you to grow up and be more mature....or more wise. Instead of feeling miserable over it, we should have done so many other things that could solve the problems. Just take a long look back at your life and see how many "should have's" are there.
God bless you.
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