12.50am at Zhong Ren's house and I'm wondering if I'll ever be loved.
All I want is to be taken care of for once.
It's tiring to always be the one taking care of others.
James Liew pretty much hit the nail on the head when he asked if I'm always mature.
I don't always want to be; mostly my circumstances require me to be so.
Some day, though, I'd like to find someone who is strong enough to take the driving wheel with greater permanence and take me on a ride.
Maybe that's why I subconsciously feel so strongly against getting a driving license. Not that I'm not confident of my skills, or that I've anything against being able to drive. It's just the strings that come attached with it.
Instead of being driven, I will have to drive others around, and admittedly I'm already doing more of that than I'd like to be doing.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Hidden Treasure
'A woman's heart should be so hidden in Christ that a man should have to seek Him first to find her.'
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When I say that 'I am a Christian', I am not shouting that 'I am clean living.
I'm whispering ' I was lost, but now I'm found and forgiven. '
When I say ' I am a Christian ' I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide.
When I say ' I am a Christian ' I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak and need His strength to carry on.
When I say ' I am a Christian ' I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess.
When I say ' I am a Christian ' I'm not claiming to be perfect.
My flaws are far too visible, but God believes I am worth it.
When I say ' I am a Christian ' I still feel the sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches, so I call upon His name.
When I say ' I am a Christian ' I'm not holier than thou,
I'm just a simple sinner who received God's good grace, somehow!
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When I say that 'I am a Christian', I am not shouting that 'I am clean living.
I'm whispering ' I was lost, but now I'm found and forgiven. '
When I say ' I am a Christian ' I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide.
When I say ' I am a Christian ' I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak and need His strength to carry on.
When I say ' I am a Christian ' I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess.
When I say ' I am a Christian ' I'm not claiming to be perfect.
My flaws are far too visible, but God believes I am worth it.
When I say ' I am a Christian ' I still feel the sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches, so I call upon His name.
When I say ' I am a Christian ' I'm not holier than thou,
I'm just a simple sinner who received God's good grace, somehow!
Lament. Tears. His Words of Assurance.
"For you, God, have put my life back together."
Psalm 4:8 (The Message)
"And now, here's what I'm going to do:
I'm going to start all over again.
I'm taking her back out into the wilderness
where we had our first fate, and I'll court her.
I'll give her bouquet of roses,
I'll turn Heartbreak Valley into Acres of Hope.
She'll respond like she did as a young girl,
those days when she was afresh out of Egypt."
Hosea 2:14-15 (The Message)
To Him, who is able to put back together what no one else can.
Remember me, Lord.
Remind me again of the days when You first brought me out of Egypt. Let me not be too quick to return to that land of sin, bondage and slavery.
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I have heard it being said that this seed which has been sown into our hearts, the seed intended to grow a harvest of holiness and bear eternal fruit, is to be watered frequently by tears.
Indeed, it is to be watered frequently by tears.
Psalm 4:8 (The Message)
"And now, here's what I'm going to do:
I'm going to start all over again.
I'm taking her back out into the wilderness
where we had our first fate, and I'll court her.
I'll give her bouquet of roses,
I'll turn Heartbreak Valley into Acres of Hope.
She'll respond like she did as a young girl,
those days when she was afresh out of Egypt."
Hosea 2:14-15 (The Message)
To Him, who is able to put back together what no one else can.
Remember me, Lord.
Remind me again of the days when You first brought me out of Egypt. Let me not be too quick to return to that land of sin, bondage and slavery.
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I have heard it being said that this seed which has been sown into our hearts, the seed intended to grow a harvest of holiness and bear eternal fruit, is to be watered frequently by tears.
Indeed, it is to be watered frequently by tears.
Monday, February 22, 2010
...on reaching the world.
"it is never someone who wants to save the world. They always become discouraged. But send me a contemplative; send me someone who has a deep heart for God, and one day at a time, they serve."
Teresa of Avila.
"When only our minds and our hands work together we quickly become dependent on the results of our actions and tend to give up on when they do not materialize. In the solitude of the heart we can truly listen to the pains of the world because there we can recognizr them not as stange and unfamiliar pains, but as pains that are indeed out own. There w can see that what is most universal os most personal and that indeed nothing human is strange to us. There we can feel that the cruel reality of history is indeed the reality of the human heart, our own included, and that to protest asks, first of all, for confession of our own participation in the human condition. There we can indeed respond."
Henri Nouwen
Teresa of Avila.
"When only our minds and our hands work together we quickly become dependent on the results of our actions and tend to give up on when they do not materialize. In the solitude of the heart we can truly listen to the pains of the world because there we can recognizr them not as stange and unfamiliar pains, but as pains that are indeed out own. There w can see that what is most universal os most personal and that indeed nothing human is strange to us. There we can feel that the cruel reality of history is indeed the reality of the human heart, our own included, and that to protest asks, first of all, for confession of our own participation in the human condition. There we can indeed respond."
Henri Nouwen
The Alone-ness of Jesus.
He always knew the next step of his Father's plans.
Always knew what was on his Father's mind.
His heartbeat in sync with his Father's.
"Without the solitude of our heart, our relationships with others easily become needy and greedy, sticky and clinging, dependent and sentimental, exploitative and parasitic, because without the solitude of heart we cannot experience others as differnt from ourselves but only as people who can be used for the fulfillment of our own, often hidden, needs.
The mystery of love is that it protects and respects the aloneness of the other and creates the free space where he can convert his loneliness into a solitude that can be shared. In this solitude we can strengthen each other by mutual respect, by careful consideration of each other's individuality, by an obedient distance from each other's privacy and by a reverent understanding of the sacredness of the human heart. [indent for new paragraph mine]
In this solitude we encourage each other to enter into the silence of our innermost being and discover there the voice that calls us beyond the limits of human togetherness to a new communion. In this solitude we cna slowly become aware of a presence of him who embraces friends and lovers and offers us the freedom to lve each other, because he loved us first (see 1 John 4:19)."
- Henri Nouwen, Reaching Out
Always knew what was on his Father's mind.
His heartbeat in sync with his Father's.
"Without the solitude of our heart, our relationships with others easily become needy and greedy, sticky and clinging, dependent and sentimental, exploitative and parasitic, because without the solitude of heart we cannot experience others as differnt from ourselves but only as people who can be used for the fulfillment of our own, often hidden, needs.
The mystery of love is that it protects and respects the aloneness of the other and creates the free space where he can convert his loneliness into a solitude that can be shared. In this solitude we can strengthen each other by mutual respect, by careful consideration of each other's individuality, by an obedient distance from each other's privacy and by a reverent understanding of the sacredness of the human heart. [indent for new paragraph mine]
In this solitude we encourage each other to enter into the silence of our innermost being and discover there the voice that calls us beyond the limits of human togetherness to a new communion. In this solitude we cna slowly become aware of a presence of him who embraces friends and lovers and offers us the freedom to lve each other, because he loved us first (see 1 John 4:19)."
- Henri Nouwen, Reaching Out
Friday, February 19, 2010
His Will and mine.
It is against my will to move on, but in the face of circumstances, it it required, for the better of both parties, that I should will what I cannot will by allowing God to bend mine to His.
Shaun says that in ten years' time, I will look back and realise it wasn't worth it.
I just need to buy into that strongly enough to let go of my stubborn grip and allow God to take me to the next place, whever that may be.
Sigh.
Why do some things have to be so hard?
Shaun says that in ten years' time, I will look back and realise it wasn't worth it.
I just need to buy into that strongly enough to let go of my stubborn grip and allow God to take me to the next place, whever that may be.
Sigh.
Why do some things have to be so hard?
iMad
An unending to-do list lurking like two thousand unclosed windows at the back of my head.
This computer is about to hang and shutdown.
This computer is about to hang and shutdown.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
On Angel's Wings
This might sound a little emo cause I'm listening to Barlow Girl's Never Alone.
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Why do guys like to sweep everything under 'respect' so much?
Not that respect isn't important or that I do not value their respect.
In fact, being respected 总会让我觉得受宠若惊 (feel as though I've received a gift greater than I am worthy of; pardon the chinese, I just think it expresses it better).
But why can't they get that respect feels hollow without understanding?
What women want that men don't seem to get: understanding.
And I know I generalize when I say that, cause I've known a number of awesome guys who really do understand and if not, try their best to.
It's the effort you make, didn't you know that?
I am moved by their efforts, and even if they still wear that blank look on their faces from time to time, as least I know they tried and didn't just sweep me along with all that I'm saying under the carpet.
And honestly, I do not know of any guy who tried and didn't eventually get it (or get somewhere).
So lest I am accused of being ambiguous, let me say it as clearly and simply as I can.
I want to be understood.
We want to be understood.
Women want to be understood.
Though there is a part of us that you never will, and that is our mystery and our glory (as there is a corner to every man's soul that is reserved for his buddies and a depth to his soul that is reserved for God and God alone), there is much that you can if you tried.
Stop trying to fix our problems and just let us talk. We don't want the problem solved until you've helped us to solve how we feel about the problem.
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A fourteen year old girl just called wanting to help us out at YMTG.
She rocks. Don't know who she is except that her name is Sarah, but she's awesome and I hope God uses her to do great stuff :)
God bless you, Sarah!
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Why do guys like to sweep everything under 'respect' so much?
Not that respect isn't important or that I do not value their respect.
In fact, being respected 总会让我觉得受宠若惊 (feel as though I've received a gift greater than I am worthy of; pardon the chinese, I just think it expresses it better).
But why can't they get that respect feels hollow without understanding?
What women want that men don't seem to get: understanding.
And I know I generalize when I say that, cause I've known a number of awesome guys who really do understand and if not, try their best to.
It's the effort you make, didn't you know that?
I am moved by their efforts, and even if they still wear that blank look on their faces from time to time, as least I know they tried and didn't just sweep me along with all that I'm saying under the carpet.
And honestly, I do not know of any guy who tried and didn't eventually get it (or get somewhere).
So lest I am accused of being ambiguous, let me say it as clearly and simply as I can.
I want to be understood.
We want to be understood.
Women want to be understood.
Though there is a part of us that you never will, and that is our mystery and our glory (as there is a corner to every man's soul that is reserved for his buddies and a depth to his soul that is reserved for God and God alone), there is much that you can if you tried.
Stop trying to fix our problems and just let us talk. We don't want the problem solved until you've helped us to solve how we feel about the problem.
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A fourteen year old girl just called wanting to help us out at YMTG.
She rocks. Don't know who she is except that her name is Sarah, but she's awesome and I hope God uses her to do great stuff :)
God bless you, Sarah!
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
More Post-its on What-nots
Grace Loke says I'm losing the red side of me.
Did I mention I'm going into a winter colour phase (that would be your teal, deep purples, dark browns and magenta)?
Apple flavoured frolick is baaad yoghurt :(
But Cas plus Yinky makes good company, and the company definitely made up for the less-than-satisfactory dessert :)
Danieloke is going to Cambodia for three months for a mission trip on his own?!?!
This guy rocks man!
Thoughts from the box in the attic...none, just an old quote that still rocks my soul everytime I read it.
"The night I sailed for China, March 3, 1893. My life, on the human side, was broken, and it was never mended again. But He has been enough."
Amy Carmichael
More thoughts on being unmended borkenness coming later.
Did I mention I'm going into a winter colour phase (that would be your teal, deep purples, dark browns and magenta)?
Apple flavoured frolick is baaad yoghurt :(
But Cas plus Yinky makes good company, and the company definitely made up for the less-than-satisfactory dessert :)
Danieloke is going to Cambodia for three months for a mission trip on his own?!?!
This guy rocks man!
Thoughts from the box in the attic...none, just an old quote that still rocks my soul everytime I read it.
"The night I sailed for China, March 3, 1893. My life, on the human side, was broken, and it was never mended again. But He has been enough."
Amy Carmichael
More thoughts on being unmended borkenness coming later.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Raspberry Rhapsody
Raspberry because it alliterates, and because it's yummy, like what this post is about :)
Jo-Ann commented that I'm the epitome of one who reads for a hobby. On the contrary, I think I'm in a new category called the book consumers. I don't quite so much read books as I consume, devour them, hah!
Oficial reading period: 3.5 yrs
Books read: 180
Books expenditure: $1,800
Books donated: 15
Personal store: 60
*all figures are roughly accurate estimates
Words are completely inadequate in decsribing what it's like when you find someone put into words the deep stirrings of your soul that you are incapable of articulating.
It's euphoria, ecstasy, delirium, enchantment, intoxification, rhapsody all rolled into one.
It's like the positive version of having your funny bones squeezed with a pair of pliers.
It's like the explosion of all your nerves simultaneously, like fireworks going off in your stomach and your whole soul being set ablaze by something celestial.
It's like wings beneath your feet, like a picture of rainbows and sunshine and shooting stars, like effervescence rising inside you, like a thousand bottles of champagne being popped and the whole world singing and dancing along with you.
It's like a river of mirth rupturing from beneath and as it breaks the ground, the angels peer down from behind the clouds to see what business this is going on down here that shakes the heavenlies.
Hah! I may get carried away with my descriptives, but they still fall short of capturing that very, very, very wonderful experience.
Oh, if only you can feel what I feel, you would be reading like I did.
Jo-Ann commented that I'm the epitome of one who reads for a hobby. On the contrary, I think I'm in a new category called the book consumers. I don't quite so much read books as I consume, devour them, hah!
Oficial reading period: 3.5 yrs
Books read: 180
Books expenditure: $1,800
Books donated: 15
Personal store: 60
*all figures are roughly accurate estimates
Words are completely inadequate in decsribing what it's like when you find someone put into words the deep stirrings of your soul that you are incapable of articulating.
It's euphoria, ecstasy, delirium, enchantment, intoxification, rhapsody all rolled into one.
It's like the positive version of having your funny bones squeezed with a pair of pliers.
It's like the explosion of all your nerves simultaneously, like fireworks going off in your stomach and your whole soul being set ablaze by something celestial.
It's like wings beneath your feet, like a picture of rainbows and sunshine and shooting stars, like effervescence rising inside you, like a thousand bottles of champagne being popped and the whole world singing and dancing along with you.
It's like a river of mirth rupturing from beneath and as it breaks the ground, the angels peer down from behind the clouds to see what business this is going on down here that shakes the heavenlies.
Hah! I may get carried away with my descriptives, but they still fall short of capturing that very, very, very wonderful experience.
Oh, if only you can feel what I feel, you would be reading like I did.
Ave is...
I'm beginning to believe that my joy is made substantiate by my experiences of grief, sorrow, despair and agony. Otherwise, my joyful disposition would be pure naiveity or plain superficial and hollow.
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Writes jargonishly.
Dances freely.
Doodles feverishly.
Sings unashamedly.
Dreams astronomically.
Loves deeply.
I like that :)
If I ever need an artist statement that would be mine.
And maybe I'll put it on my namecard when I get one someday.
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Writes jargonishly.
Dances freely.
Doodles feverishly.
Sings unashamedly.
Dreams astronomically.
Loves deeply.
I like that :)
If I ever need an artist statement that would be mine.
And maybe I'll put it on my namecard when I get one someday.
Quoted
Snippets from an article sent by Joanne :)
"I told them that one of the skills they had to learn as they grow up is to be able to live with ambiguity and with tension. In this case, they had to be able to live with the twin truths that the victory over brokenness has already been won at the Cross ("it is finished" John 19:30) while the full experience of that victory awaits the new heaven and the new earth. They had to hold on to both truths.
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In any case I closed by saying that there were two things they could do to fortify their faith for whatever lay ahead in their lives. They had to encounter the Lord on a regular basis through reading the Word. And they must have a few close spiritual friends to walk with."
"I told them that one of the skills they had to learn as they grow up is to be able to live with ambiguity and with tension. In this case, they had to be able to live with the twin truths that the victory over brokenness has already been won at the Cross ("it is finished" John 19:30) while the full experience of that victory awaits the new heaven and the new earth. They had to hold on to both truths.
...
In any case I closed by saying that there were two things they could do to fortify their faith for whatever lay ahead in their lives. They had to encounter the Lord on a regular basis through reading the Word. And they must have a few close spiritual friends to walk with."
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Jo-Ann
Glad I had dinner with Jo-Ann.
Firstly, her name is spelled with the capital 'a'.
Secondly, there's this side of her that you don't usually see. Beneath her bubbly, cheerful, slightly blur self, there's a strong current of belief running, initiating all that she does.
I've gotten to know a new side of Jo-Ann.
Cool :)
Firstly, her name is spelled with the capital 'a'.
Secondly, there's this side of her that you don't usually see. Beneath her bubbly, cheerful, slightly blur self, there's a strong current of belief running, initiating all that she does.
I've gotten to know a new side of Jo-Ann.
Cool :)
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Boys and Their Toys
I realised I picked up on 'guys-and-their-gadgets' much later than the average woman because my dad is not classified under that category, neither is my brother.
Think I just might have found one pet peeve.
If I had to make lists they'll probably look something like this:
Literature, books, music, art, architecture, physical training...oh yeah!
Dance, theatre, crafts, food...hmm, maybe.
Cars, gadgets, game sports, drinking...eurgh no!
And clubbing, smoking and gambling isn't even on the radar - they are out of consideration!
I think it's always been subconscious and just didn't get put into words :)
Think I just might have found one pet peeve.
If I had to make lists they'll probably look something like this:
Literature, books, music, art, architecture, physical training...oh yeah!
Dance, theatre, crafts, food...hmm, maybe.
Cars, gadgets, game sports, drinking...eurgh no!
And clubbing, smoking and gambling isn't even on the radar - they are out of consideration!
I think it's always been subconscious and just didn't get put into words :)
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Me and My God
Was worshipping God with songs by the pool last night.
When I came back to the lounge chairs to pick up my bag, I heard a voice from the table next to mine.
That was how, on a regular Monday night, I came to know Sunil and Seema, an Indian couple from Mumbai. They speak Hindi, not to be confused with the local Indians who speak Tamil. They told me I sang beautifully and asked if I've had training.
I told them no.
They asked what I was doing so I said I was worshipping God, and then I said a little more about church on Sundays and that we sing during worship. They asked if I sang for church, and I said no. They told me I should.
That thought actually crossed my mind in my younger days as a Christian, but then I got roped into welcome, and then I became a CGL, and now I'm thinking I should learn how to play drums, so I guess it'd never really been a point of consideration since.
Last night was enjoyable.
I waded in the baby pool and had to hold my skirt cause the pool's deeper than I imagined. Then I got out and started walking around the pool, first on the grails, then on the tiles. I went clockwise and anti-clockwise, then I went backwards and did that in the opposite direction too. I even attempted to jog backwards.
It wasn't too easy, but it was fun trying.
And then I got tired and thought perhaps I should go, but the lights coming from the jacuzzi pool were so alluring I was like a moth, drawn to the warm lights and red Chinese new year decorations.
I sat to listen to my playlist but after awhile, there was a need for silence, so I took off my earphones and listened to the water gurgling beneath the grails. It must have been only a few moments when a song started rising from within me. That's when I began to sing, and once I started, I couldn't stop for a bit.
It's been awhile since I've been alone with God. Not that I haven't had time with Him, but mostly He's far away, kinda like He's in the clouds or Aslan when he was away from Narnia.
But last night was different.
Last night I was alone and God was there. He was very near. Sorta all around me and also inside me.
I miss that feeling.
When I came back to the lounge chairs to pick up my bag, I heard a voice from the table next to mine.
That was how, on a regular Monday night, I came to know Sunil and Seema, an Indian couple from Mumbai. They speak Hindi, not to be confused with the local Indians who speak Tamil. They told me I sang beautifully and asked if I've had training.
I told them no.
They asked what I was doing so I said I was worshipping God, and then I said a little more about church on Sundays and that we sing during worship. They asked if I sang for church, and I said no. They told me I should.
That thought actually crossed my mind in my younger days as a Christian, but then I got roped into welcome, and then I became a CGL, and now I'm thinking I should learn how to play drums, so I guess it'd never really been a point of consideration since.
Last night was enjoyable.
I waded in the baby pool and had to hold my skirt cause the pool's deeper than I imagined. Then I got out and started walking around the pool, first on the grails, then on the tiles. I went clockwise and anti-clockwise, then I went backwards and did that in the opposite direction too. I even attempted to jog backwards.
It wasn't too easy, but it was fun trying.
And then I got tired and thought perhaps I should go, but the lights coming from the jacuzzi pool were so alluring I was like a moth, drawn to the warm lights and red Chinese new year decorations.
I sat to listen to my playlist but after awhile, there was a need for silence, so I took off my earphones and listened to the water gurgling beneath the grails. It must have been only a few moments when a song started rising from within me. That's when I began to sing, and once I started, I couldn't stop for a bit.
It's been awhile since I've been alone with God. Not that I haven't had time with Him, but mostly He's far away, kinda like He's in the clouds or Aslan when he was away from Narnia.
But last night was different.
Last night I was alone and God was there. He was very near. Sorta all around me and also inside me.
I miss that feeling.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Wordplay
We were a distance away from this traffic light when the light turned green.
Ave: How long do you think that green light will last?
Cas: If we run, it might last longer.
And then we ran and caught it.
Cas has such a way with words.
She's a total genius.
The Lines on this Book
Cas says I walked out of a hallmark card.
Like Giselle.
James: Is there another side to you?
Ave: What is 'this' side that you see?
James: Happy, mature...
Ave: Mm...go read my blog haha :)
It's interesting what people think of me.
Cas says of the photo of me and her that it's darkness and light next to one another. I guess this light is actually pretty in touch with her darkness too.
My happiness is framed by the the worst wreckages of emotional grief you'll ever see. I feel deeply. Been on cloud nine and higher up, but also sunk lower than the gates of Hades.
I am frequently immature - when I'm with my parents.
If one can't be childish around parents, it'll be one of the saddest things on this planet.
Like Giselle.
James: Is there another side to you?
Ave: What is 'this' side that you see?
James: Happy, mature...
Ave: Mm...go read my blog haha :)
It's interesting what people think of me.
Cas says of the photo of me and her that it's darkness and light next to one another. I guess this light is actually pretty in touch with her darkness too.
My happiness is framed by the the worst wreckages of emotional grief you'll ever see. I feel deeply. Been on cloud nine and higher up, but also sunk lower than the gates of Hades.
I am frequently immature - when I'm with my parents.
If one can't be childish around parents, it'll be one of the saddest things on this planet.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Name me a revival
Wait...
This is actually for real.
Three revivals names the Azuza street revival, the Moravians and - get this - the Zinzendorf revival!
Cool ministry names eh?
Azuza...
Zinzendorf...
Close fight, but I think Zinzendorf wins :)
This is actually for real.
Three revivals names the Azuza street revival, the Moravians and - get this - the Zinzendorf revival!
Cool ministry names eh?
Azuza...
Zinzendorf...
Close fight, but I think Zinzendorf wins :)
Post-its on What-nots
Referring to my post on 30 October 2009, I've finally found a name for this lovely genre of movies. They're called indie films, short for independent films.
(a footnote here: I used to think indie music referred to Bollywood music or something - think Slumdog Millionaire)
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Nicole K. said she likes my blog!
I'mma on cloud nine :)
*flounces*
Please do not bring me back down to earth yet.
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The milk tea I had for lunch is much stronger than I expected, which is the reason why I can't do half the stuff on my to-do list.
This is NOT a lame excuse. I am completely serious.
I'm as jumpy as a jelly-bean (though why I should think jellybeans are jumpy is beyond me) despite my best efforts to down my tumbler of water to drain out the caffeine.
Highly sensitive people (or HSPs) should NOT drink Japanese milk tea.
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Luxury food item: Jaffa Vienese biscuits from Marks & Spencer (who knew chocolate and orange would turn out so good?)
Happy food item: Percy Pig soft gums also from Marks & Spencer (do not get the piglets - they're harder and less yummy)
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Things that make me go crazy: nicely-printed paper and notebooks.
Actually, nicely-printed anything. Just discovered this lil' niche shop called 'wood would'. I'm not going to tell you where it is cause I don't want people flooding it. It wouldn't be a niche shop then. But if nice-printed paper products make you go crazy like they make me, you can drop me an email (email add attached at the bottom) and I might tell you. But only if you're convincing enough about 'make you go crazy' bit.
here it is: redliquorice@gmail.com
(a footnote here: I used to think indie music referred to Bollywood music or something - think Slumdog Millionaire)
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Nicole K. said she likes my blog!
I'mma on cloud nine :)
*flounces*
Please do not bring me back down to earth yet.
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The milk tea I had for lunch is much stronger than I expected, which is the reason why I can't do half the stuff on my to-do list.
This is NOT a lame excuse. I am completely serious.
I'm as jumpy as a jelly-bean (though why I should think jellybeans are jumpy is beyond me) despite my best efforts to down my tumbler of water to drain out the caffeine.
Highly sensitive people (or HSPs) should NOT drink Japanese milk tea.
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Luxury food item: Jaffa Vienese biscuits from Marks & Spencer (who knew chocolate and orange would turn out so good?)
Happy food item: Percy Pig soft gums also from Marks & Spencer (do not get the piglets - they're harder and less yummy)
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Things that make me go crazy: nicely-printed paper and notebooks.
Actually, nicely-printed anything. Just discovered this lil' niche shop called 'wood would'. I'm not going to tell you where it is cause I don't want people flooding it. It wouldn't be a niche shop then. But if nice-printed paper products make you go crazy like they make me, you can drop me an email (email add attached at the bottom) and I might tell you. But only if you're convincing enough about 'make you go crazy' bit.
here it is: redliquorice@gmail.com
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
On Eve and Her Kind
"We are called to be women. The fact that I am a woman does not make me a different kind of Christian, but the fact that I am a Christian does make me a different kind of woman. For I have accepted God's idea of me, and my whole life is an offering back to Him of all that He wants me to be."
-Elisabeth Elliot, Let Me Be A Woman
Once again, I am inspired by her.
Little sparks of truth and inspiration embedded all over this pocket-size book consisting of forty-nine chapters ranging between two to five pages each.
Very concise.
With typical cut-throat honesty Elliot cuts straight to the soul. A perfect blend of wisdom and emotional honesty.
She is such a light.
-Elisabeth Elliot, Let Me Be A Woman
Once again, I am inspired by her.
Little sparks of truth and inspiration embedded all over this pocket-size book consisting of forty-nine chapters ranging between two to five pages each.
Very concise.
With typical cut-throat honesty Elliot cuts straight to the soul. A perfect blend of wisdom and emotional honesty.
She is such a light.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Unspoken
Freeze-frames of pedastrians on skyscraper walls
Cars and streetlights, voices fall
A blur of smoke as the world rushes by
Another day has come and gone
You look at me with accusing eyes
Put me on charge for my silent lies
The words you needed to hear the most
I withheld, oh of only I had known
If you knew the path you were on
If you had seen what was coming when life is gone
If only I had told you so
Whispered His love before you had to go
There was the house of summer memories
Springtime cheer, joy, laughter, melodies
Us skipping waves, you called me friend
I didn't think it'd lead to this end
You look at me with accusing eyes
Put me on charge for my silent lies
The words you needed to hear the most
At the tip of my tongue, but then I froze
Bring me back to those innocent times
Bring me back before the final chime
Let me say those words you need to hear
Perhaps this time I'll overcome my fears
Didn't quite turn out the way I wanted it to sound, but it'll have to do for now.
Cars and streetlights, voices fall
A blur of smoke as the world rushes by
Another day has come and gone
You look at me with accusing eyes
Put me on charge for my silent lies
The words you needed to hear the most
I withheld, oh of only I had known
If you knew the path you were on
If you had seen what was coming when life is gone
If only I had told you so
Whispered His love before you had to go
There was the house of summer memories
Springtime cheer, joy, laughter, melodies
Us skipping waves, you called me friend
I didn't think it'd lead to this end
You look at me with accusing eyes
Put me on charge for my silent lies
The words you needed to hear the most
At the tip of my tongue, but then I froze
Bring me back to those innocent times
Bring me back before the final chime
Let me say those words you need to hear
Perhaps this time I'll overcome my fears
Didn't quite turn out the way I wanted it to sound, but it'll have to do for now.
Monday, February 1, 2010
The Scapel in His Hands
There are three kinds of guys on this planet.
Guys that make me cry - in frustration.
Guys that make me smile.
And guys that make me cry - in gratitude.
The third category kind of a guy is so rare I've only met one in my entire life (though one might be quick to remind that my entire life consists of a month and a half short of twenty-two years). Well, I can only think of one offhand. He's really the reason why I'm blogging this post in the first place anyway :)
I like Eric Ludy's description of this kind of men - warrior poets. They fight like warriors and love like poets. There's something true about men like that.
I can't stop singing "I love the look that I see in your eyes when every morning you brush open mine...drawn to the steeples of whitewashed cathedrals where words that are spoken are to no avail | do you remember the day that I left yet you told me you loved me and helped me see that..."
Guys that make me cry - in frustration.
Guys that make me smile.
And guys that make me cry - in gratitude.
The third category kind of a guy is so rare I've only met one in my entire life (though one might be quick to remind that my entire life consists of a month and a half short of twenty-two years). Well, I can only think of one offhand. He's really the reason why I'm blogging this post in the first place anyway :)
I like Eric Ludy's description of this kind of men - warrior poets. They fight like warriors and love like poets. There's something true about men like that.
I can't stop singing "I love the look that I see in your eyes when every morning you brush open mine...drawn to the steeples of whitewashed cathedrals where words that are spoken are to no avail | do you remember the day that I left yet you told me you loved me and helped me see that..."
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