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October 29, 2008

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A picture journal

October 28, 2008
Subway with Ruiz

Subway with Ruiz

Sexy fingers! hurs hurs hurs

Sexy fingers! hurs hurs hurs

We took turns to snap each other… this is what happens when you catch people in their candid moments….
this is me….
well....it seems that she is more interested in "emo" then my face... hurs

well....it seems that she is more interested in emo than my face...hurs!

I took the phone… and….
this is she…
captured her emo look. HAHS!

captured her emo look. HAHS!

Convo of the day.
Ruiz: How much is footlong?
Me:One feet la! Like duh?
***** then I realise, How much implies…the price.. hurs
Ruiz: GNDY~

Last but not least….
I thought the pic below best describe a good friendship

we look silly together ^^

we look silly together ^^

“Two are better than one,
because they have a good return for their work:

If one falls down,
his friend can help him up.
But pity the man who falls
and has no one to help him up!”Ecclesiastes 4:9-10

The quiet duet.

October 25, 2008

Dissonance lingers.
Suspense creeps a melancholy minor.
On stage, a grand piano.
Off stage, rows of seats.
He’s there. She’s there.
She compose a song for him.
There a duet is born.
Applause of one enough
to fill every inch of the lingering
air.

The church as a priority

October 22, 2008

I study mass communication.
Of which I am taught to question the things around me.
Religion is always a hot topic of debate.
Through mass communication, it humbled me to learn my views and philosophy may not be definitive.
No matter how people debate.
Truth, remains the truth.

I’m a Christian by choice.
God choose me, and I answer.
I thus will make the Church interest a priority in my life.

“Open our eyes
to see the things that make your heart cry
To be the church that you would desire,
light to be seen

Break down our pride
all the walls we build up inside
Our earthly crown and all our earthly desires
we lay at your feet

Let Hope Rise, Darkness tremble in your Holy light.
That everyone will see, Jesus our God
Great and mighty to be praise.

With everything, we will shout for your glory.”

It’s not just a nice song. It’s a prayer, I make everyday, every concious moment of how, I am not above temptation, that I have a tendency to reason and rationalise, making my purpose his purpose.

“For the time will come when men will not put up with sound doctrine. Instead, to suit their own desires, they will gather around them a great number of teachers to say what their itching ears want to hear.”2Timothy4:3

Let me not just hear what I want to hear. But what God has to say. All ears.

The burden of Nehemiah

October 20, 2008

Recently I had been pondering over Nehemiah. I had been thinking.

What drove Nehemiah to accomplish an immensely challenging task within a short period of time?
How did he do it?

And it struck me so much about burden.
And I desire the spirit of Nehemiah.

He had such a strong burden, it caused him to “sat down and wept. For some days I(nehemiah) mourned and fasted and prayed before the God of heaven” Nehemiah 1:4

Doesn’t matter if you are “gungho”/ “rahrah” or what not.
The beginning of a task to be accomplished starts with that deep sense of concern.
That deep, I cannot stand it, I must do something about it.

I may not spend time with my people 24/7, but every concious moment I have with God, everytime I get frustrated over “my options” in life, I always prayed for God to increase my burden for NED, for the schools to be accomplished.

Each time, when my carnal nature wears me down, telling me to lose heart, yet another voice calls out to me to be strong and take heart.
God is with me and victory is on it’s way.

A season to lead and reap.

Juxtaposition of 2 lives

October 10, 2008

An old friend by the name of Cynicism, caught up with me over starbucks some time ago, and shared the story as follows.

There was a beautiful woman who has got everything in the world, but she felt empty.
She’s got a successful career, great friends and great family.
Yet she felt that something was missing. Something.

At the other end of the street, lives another woman who hasn’t really got much.
An average career, average looks, an average boyfriend.
But she was happy.
She was well, contented.

One day both women meet each other at the cross junction. Somehow they became good friends.
They exchange their life stories.
The one who has got everything complained about her lack.
The one who doesn’t have as much, shared her joy.
There seems to be an exchange.

Both woman walked home.
One smied gleefully.
Another hung her head low.

Well, yes.
The one who has got everything realise what she truly miss out. Appreciation.
She got it that night. Her true worth.
The one who was contented with what she had, saw her lack. Underachievements.
She lost it that night. Her self esteem.

At this point, I frowned at cyncism. Why mock human beings?
He smirked and replied coyly,
“Man choose to believe in what they believe. Their eyes see what they want to see. They delude themselves sometimes, many times. They are a fickle minded bunch, never knowing what they stood for. One minute they are contented, another they are in lack. Nothing really changes. It is all…in the mind.”

As I sipped my last mouthful of latte, my mind begin to wonder, “And so what is it that really matter?”

If I would like right and wrong to colours, right would be white, wrong would be black. Anything inbetween would be grey.
What separates black and white, the little grey place that we call the relativity of perspective, is what I would simply call the level of selfishness.

I realise we gave Cynicism a foothold, when we indulge too much in the grey area, of self thought, self gratification, basically self centered perspectives.

There is a way that seems right to a man,
but in the end it leads to death” proverbs14:12

Some Thoughts

October 4, 2008

I checked myself in the mirror some days ago. I recalled feeling really refresh after a nice shower. Then I look intently at the mirror, I made some faces, and poses, I winked, cringed, frown, smiled. Then I gave myself a pat on the shoulder, and said “that God for such a brillant creation.” Then I said to myself, “you look not bad har.”

I don’t think I am drop dead gorgeous, but there are days, when I wake up with a good hair or skin, I like what I saw in the mirror and I affirm myself.

Yet, I know of people whom I find to be really good looking, who struggled with their self image. Some constantly question if they are good looking enough.

hmm….interesting. hurs.

As I was walking home, I talked to myself. Reasoned abit.
Have you ever taken something very seriously and it failed u? Feel kinda sucky right?
Then I think to myself.
If I were to take myself so seriously. I will always feel sucky right?
Coz I prolly fail myself so much!
And so I learn to laugh it off.
Bad hair day, wardrobe malfunction, slip of tongue, slip of feet, whatever.
Like why so serious right?

hehehe…..

of dreams and reality

October 3, 2008

Every dream, starts with an idea.
Every persistence is fuel by passion.
Every reality begins with preparation.
I am reminded ,
to start preparing and stop thinking.

I am throwing out the “IF onlys” and internalizing the “what can I do?”.

Simply because…

October 1, 2008

During one of QnA session on discipleship, someone asked, “can you elaborate more on imparting spirit?”

My reply was …
“You see…
I love the Holy Spirit,
and the Holy Spirit love me.”

Ok, so at that point, it sounded a tad comical, but I guess it’s true.
There is nothing wala about imparting spirit effectively.
The logic is simple, you cannot give what you don’t have.
There are no shortcuts.It’s actually very simple, just don’t be so complicated!
Most of my most ministering moments are often subconcious time when I keep my mouth shut and I realise God is speaking to me.

How often do you talk to God? And how often do you hear from him?