Holy Spirit, have Your way. All of my dreams, my hopes, my days. I lay my life down again. Devoted to do Your will… – Have Your Way, Acts Church
God, i desire nothing else. Help me focus.
I’m back on track. No longer will i wish for something i never had.
Just some short updates on what i’m doing lately :
#1. I got a job :) Praise God! Will be undertaking a role as a research analyst in D&B, a financial services company. Am excited, pray with me that this is yet another opportunity to serve with a purpose and shine for Him! And also, to be the best i can be wherever i’m placed.
#2. I got a new toy. Well, not-so-new. Hahaha. My dad didn’t find the Nokia E71 suitable for him and SO, got himself a new phone and passed it down to me! Ah, it’s not an iPhone 3Gs, but it IS a 3G phone. Would be awesomely useful to keep in touch with churchy stuff thru emails if i’m blocked at my new job :D And i can tweet too. Whee.
#3. I’ll be heading down to Acts Singapore this weekend with the worship team!! Woots. Been waiting for MONTHS. It’ll be lovely to finally visit our ‘family’. So excite lah.
Ah, life is definitely good at this point ;)
On another note, i’m totally smitten by a friend’s darling son, Isaiah V. He’s SO adorable. I stole his picture (ie. didn’t ask for permission to post it up). But i just couldn’t resist!!! Tee-hee. He looks like he knows everything.
Bet he cheered YOU up :)
Hmm. I think it’d be really nice, to marry someone with dimples :)
I love ‘em. It’s been ages :)
Randoms :
You got me :)
This was never meant to make sense.
Okay, so i rarely do this. But when i do, i tell the whole world about it. Only so that i can make myself feel better.
So i turned 22 on Sunday. With my long-didn’t-do-anything-for-4-months hairdo.
Yeah. Gembira betul. So happy, i decided to give myself a birthday treat with a recent angpow. Woots! :D
Meet the new ‘do’. Hello, me.
At first, i didn’t quite like it. Only cause this is the *shortest* i’ve cut my hair since Form 3.
I hope i don’t look too young to work. *grin*
The ultimate ‘long bob’ look. Didn’t have the guts for a ’short bob’. Hee.
I am home. Fond memories indeed.
And i have graduated.
Looking for a job, i am.
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I feel strangely overwhelmed.
The littlest things made me smile today.
It’s gonna be You and me, Lord :)
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Review of District 9 from a 9-year-old boy :
Me : So how was the movie? What is it about?
Bulat : Oh. About aliens wan. So there’s this man…his name is something lah. He went to this place, District 9 got aliens…and got code name for them wan. They’re called Prawns. Cause they look like Prawns. Then right, he found some special formula that can turn him into alien wan. He accidentally squirted it on himself. Then he also turn into an alien, you know. Then this other man say he’ll come to save the man after 3 years. And then, the man who kena squirted became fully alien.
Me : Uh. *thoroughly confused* Okayyyyy. So…nice anot? So what’s the ending?
Bulat : Like that lah. Sure got District 10 wan.
Me : =.=”
My brother amuses me. A lot. He’d be #10 :)
I’m contented =)
I thank You. For everything.
A mind lively and at ease, can do with seeing nothing, and can see nothing that does not answer. – Jane Austen
Random : Vanilla milkshake makes me happy.
Sometimes, i feel like…i’m just too selfish for my own good. Brat? I am.
Jesus isn’t selfish. In Matthew 14, even when John The Baptist was beheaded, Jesus had to ‘postpone’ his mourning and minister to people first. Only after when he’s helped those who needed him, did he steal away to mourn.
Too often, i’ve caught myself saying or thinking…why should *i* make that sacrifice. To do something when i could do something else. To wait just a little bit longer. To drive just a little bit farther. To eat a little bit less. To watch what i say to someone when i know well he or she deserves to hear it. The phrase ‘keep the unity’ rings so clear.
God, You show me time and time again how i’m just a work in progress. I’d never be that perfect masterpiece. And yet…You give me hope that i can be.
I’m currently looking for a job. Praying, seeking…taking that leap of faith and believing that i’ll land where God wants me to be. Could’ve just taken up that ‘other’ job. But i felt it wasn’t for me. Not now. It was too easy. Too comfortable.
27But Jesus was quick to comfort them. “Courage, it’s me. Don’t be afraid.”
28Peter, suddenly bold, said, “Master, if it’s really you, call me to come to you on the water.”
29-30He said, “Come ahead.”
Jumping out of the boat, Peter walked on the water to Jesus. But when he looked down at the waves churning beneath his feet, he lost his nerve and started to sink. He cried, “Master, save me!”
31Jesus didn’t hesitate. He reached down and grabbed his hand. Then he said, “Faint-heart, what got into you?”
I could’ve taken the easier route. But He’s asking me to walk on water. And you ask me, “What got into me?”
Jesus did.
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On a random note, i absolutely love picking my brother up from school. It gives me this secret thrill in watching these kids run (literally, run, as if they’re being chased by a pack of wolves) out of school, the moment the school bell rings. They’re so cute lah. How fast time flies. It was only…yesterday, that i was 7, in grandma specs and coconut hair…eating a whole hard-boiled egg to signify the first day of school.
I think that’s when i realised how much i disliked egg yolks. I was forced to eat that whole egg. And i almost puked.
When i grow up and have kids…and if one of them so happens to be a girl? She’s gonna have pigtails. And the tradition of eating hard-boiled eggs on the first day of school? I’m gonna let it slide.
I think an apple would do just fine. Anything that keeps the doctor away should keep the barf-level stable.
I strongly dislike cockroaches. Like, really. BIG ones. Small ones. I don’t care. They’re all despised.
They smell. They scurry. They…should be squashed on. Or whacked repeatedly with rolled-up newspaper. If there was a fryer for cockroaches like they do for flies, i’d buy ten to keep everywhere.
So, it was not very nice to find out that dear ol’ Bobby (my car) had a new inhabitant that only comes out once in a while to give the owner (me) a scare. If the cockroach didn’t have a purpose before, well, now it does, it seems. Because this new inhabitant has lived in my car since…Friday, it is now Monday…and i’m convinced its still lurking around somewhere, i think i shall give it a name. Cockroach shall now be called…Mr Roach. I’m so creative, kan?
Anyways.
First encounter : On the way to pick up one of my huddle girls for our one-on-one meet-up, Mr Roach decided to pop up on my dashboard. And naturally, a normal girl who wouldn’t expect a BIG cockroach in her car, would scream and swerve a little thus, almost hitting another car on the NPE…which, i BET, didn’t have a cockroach lurking around somewhere. *mutters to self*
Second encounter : Yesterday, on the way home from dinner after SES, a friend whom i was supposed to send home spotted it on the passenger seat. And quite naturally again, i refused to drive Bobby until Mr Roach was dead. Or…’freed’. However, despite 3 very nice guys turning Bobby inside-out to look for Mr Roach, the search was in vain. I had to drive my car WITH MR ROACH inside. If you don’t know what its like to drive in a paranoid manner, someone should’ve recorded me on video last night after i sent my friend back home. Sigh.
Today, i turned Bobby inside-out again…took out all his mats, poked in every obscure spot…and stuffed pandan leaves around. Old wives apparently told a tale that pandan leaves scares cockroaches away. And did i find Mr Roach? NO!!! As of now, Bobby is in my front porch…all 4 doors AND boot open for Mr Roach to run out. If that doesn’t work, well, i’m gonna be Ms Terminator and bring out my trusty weapon, Mr Vacuum.
Now, i’m a very busy woman. And i can’t drive Bobby because not only is it dangerous for ME (might get a heart attack), it is also dangerous for OTHER innocent people (people with heart attack will lose control of car and thus, will surely cause an accident). So, the solution to NOT driving Bobby, thanks to selfish Mr Roach, was…naturally to drive my mom’s car (since she’s resting after her surgery). Oh, for those who knew, thanks for praying!
Anyway, if you see a cobalt blue Honda CRV apparently maneuvering itself around Subang, don’t fear.
It’s probably me.
Sigh. I miss Bobby :(
…i never noticed how…picking at scabs, would make you bleed.
Like ‘wounds’ that have ‘healed’, once you bring it up again…you’re only allowing yourself to be more vulnerable and..well, bleed.
Funny, isn’t it? How you ‘want’ to be healed. And yet, you pick at scabs anyway.
