For all 'bad' things that happens, I must admit that good things happen as well.
Today I went to QV with mush and ben to 'study'. We barely did anything. And then after trying to push mush off the chair, I got a splinter. Mind you, mush can actually get rather strong if she is fighting for something she wants. Eg. BUTTS! hahahah.
Ok so I had to try to get that splinter out and it was painful and it was this tiny thing that went in too deep. So I went in search of a place that would sell a tweezer and I tried really hard to get it out.
Joey eventually managed to get it out after much digging and stuff. I had to squeeze my finger while she attempted to grab it. I think there's a hole in my finger now.
Dinner. was. the. BOMB! I thought yesterday's was good. Today's was better. And tomorrow at Ying Thai will be the best! The soup was really tasty and not weird at all. Main course was roast chicken, mash potatoes and coleslaw. Yummy yummy. And to top it all of, chocolate mousse. Oh and a bit of Ben's carrot cake. Wow I was so full. Partly because I drank a lot of water. Yeah. But dinner was really really good.
We were supposed to go for a walk but ended up talking outside Joey's door and then did some running, which I am not going to explain why. Haha. Poor poor mush. Haha.
Now to find something else to do. Maybe I should start clearing my room. haha. Exactly one week ago I had such a terrible day, such a contrast to today. Yay for the good times :)
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
... the workers are few
In the background, I hear the booming beats from the pub next door.
I try desperately to listen out for the silence
Give them 3 more hours of such 'fun' and at 3am,
When the pub closes, is when the fighting will begin.
sighh
Sometimes, I really don't understand why people go through such lifestyles.
It's like, work, drink, fight, sleep
Part of me really feels sorry for them
Anyway, OCF today was good. The thing that hit me the most was this verse:
Matthew 9:37
Then He said to His disciples, "The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few."
When I read that verse. It really hit me. I came here, so determined to do God's will and as the days go by, I start to get distracted by everything around me. It's like me returning to square one (well almost..)
I know there's so many things that I can do, but I think my priorities are all wrong. I can still remember how much faith I had after the mission trip in 2006, when I said that I wanted to work in the mission field. All that passion. Gone.
But gone where? There's no way I'm going to let it stay away. No.
I've got to retrieve that passion!
But anyway, I think I'm just going to be thinking more about that verse. I have that feeling that God is trying to tell me something more. Just pray that the revelation will be clear.
Ok that's all I want to blog about today. Haha. Toodles
Today I learnt that sweating is good for the pores. Haha. Stupid clogged pimpled pores. Haha
I try desperately to listen out for the silence
Give them 3 more hours of such 'fun' and at 3am,
When the pub closes, is when the fighting will begin.
sighh
Sometimes, I really don't understand why people go through such lifestyles.
It's like, work, drink, fight, sleep
Part of me really feels sorry for them
Anyway, OCF today was good. The thing that hit me the most was this verse:
Matthew 9:37
Then He said to His disciples, "The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few."
When I read that verse. It really hit me. I came here, so determined to do God's will and as the days go by, I start to get distracted by everything around me. It's like me returning to square one (well almost..)
I know there's so many things that I can do, but I think my priorities are all wrong. I can still remember how much faith I had after the mission trip in 2006, when I said that I wanted to work in the mission field. All that passion. Gone.
But gone where? There's no way I'm going to let it stay away. No.
I've got to retrieve that passion!
But anyway, I think I'm just going to be thinking more about that verse. I have that feeling that God is trying to tell me something more. Just pray that the revelation will be clear.
Ok that's all I want to blog about today. Haha. Toodles
Today I learnt that sweating is good for the pores. Haha. Stupid clogged pimpled pores. Haha
Trials are over!
I'm so glad that trial exams are over. (ok so fine. I only had 2 papers. So what?!!!) And it's so funny to see all of us so relieved it's over when this is only the trials. Haha.
So today is my only day of rest. No homework(because I didn't bring home my methods book) and no need to study for anything the next day(further math is so not counted. I'm getting bored with that SAC)
Come to think of it. Time really flew by. To think that it's already approaching June.
OK side track a bit. This is the first time, I'm actually not really looking forward to June. I love June. Especially 5th June. Just that, this year, it's not going to be special anymore. And so, it doesn't really matter to me even if it just come and went.
Yeah. So like, wow. I've been here for quite a while already. Ok but if you count it. I've only been here for like 4 months. Yeah. Slightly less than 4 months. And it seems like eternity. I really wonder what it'll be like the day I go back to Singapore.
Ok, now I'm just too lazy to continue blogging. My thoughts shall just remain in me unless someone asks. Haha.
Now to hit the sacks.
Oh and um. I just had to blog this. I found out that Andy(refer to the post on the menu typos) was actually Andrew and he's quite a nice guy and the not so nice guy is called Simon. AND IT'S SO SAD BECAUSE ANDREW IS NO LONGER WORKING FOR TOAB BECAUSE OF SOME CONFLICT WITH TOAB. Stupid TOAB!!!! Andrew made really nice desserts for us plus he was sooo nice. Sigh...
So today is my only day of rest. No homework(because I didn't bring home my methods book) and no need to study for anything the next day(further math is so not counted. I'm getting bored with that SAC)
Come to think of it. Time really flew by. To think that it's already approaching June.
OK side track a bit. This is the first time, I'm actually not really looking forward to June. I love June. Especially 5th June. Just that, this year, it's not going to be special anymore. And so, it doesn't really matter to me even if it just come and went.
Yeah. So like, wow. I've been here for quite a while already. Ok but if you count it. I've only been here for like 4 months. Yeah. Slightly less than 4 months. And it seems like eternity. I really wonder what it'll be like the day I go back to Singapore.
Ok, now I'm just too lazy to continue blogging. My thoughts shall just remain in me unless someone asks. Haha.
Now to hit the sacks.
Oh and um. I just had to blog this. I found out that Andy(refer to the post on the menu typos) was actually Andrew and he's quite a nice guy and the not so nice guy is called Simon. AND IT'S SO SAD BECAUSE ANDREW IS NO LONGER WORKING FOR TOAB BECAUSE OF SOME CONFLICT WITH TOAB. Stupid TOAB!!!! Andrew made really nice desserts for us plus he was sooo nice. Sigh...
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
TOC
I really really miss TOC.
Ok not trying to boast or anything, but seriously, can you find another level as cool or cooler than us? I highly doubt so. To think we went through so many things together. Such a fun level.
I really miss you guys
Not everyone is in the picture. (Sarah, Julien.. and that's about it. haha.)
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
stone blocks
I got this from the mush's blog
I remember learning that "computer", according to Principal Cranshaw, refers to a piece of scrap paper. Well, I supposed that in his generation, they carve words on stone blocks and make fire by rubbing twigs.
HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHHAHA
HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHHAHA
Monday, May 19, 2008
Isaiah 65:24
I got this off Gloria's blog which I believe is rather meaningful
This story was written by a doctor who worked in South Africa.
One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do, she died leaving us with a tiny premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an incubator).
We also had no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in.
Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst (rubber perishes easily in tropical climates). 'And it is our last hot water bottle!' she exclaimed. As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways.
'All right,' I said, 'put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. Your job is to keep the baby warm.'
The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle, and that the baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died.
During prayer time, one ten-year old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. 'Please, God' she prayed, 'send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon.' While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added, 'And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?'
As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, 'Amen'? I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything, the Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator! Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door.
By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the veranda, was a large twenty-two pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas - that would make a batch of buns for the weekend. Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the..... could it really be? I grasped it and pulled it out - yes, a brand-new, rubber hot water bottle. I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could. Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, 'If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly too!' Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted! Looking up at me, she asked: 'Can I go over with you and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?'
That parcel had been on the way for five whole months. Packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child - five months before, in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it that afternoon.
Praise the Lord for having a plan for everything. Indeed, He makes all things beautiful in HIS TIME :)
Isaiah 65:24 - 'Before they call, I will answer'
This story was written by a doctor who worked in South Africa.
One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do, she died leaving us with a tiny premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an incubator).
We also had no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in.
Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst (rubber perishes easily in tropical climates). 'And it is our last hot water bottle!' she exclaimed. As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways.
'All right,' I said, 'put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. Your job is to keep the baby warm.'
The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle, and that the baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died.
During prayer time, one ten-year old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. 'Please, God' she prayed, 'send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon.' While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added, 'And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?'
As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, 'Amen'? I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything, the Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator! Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door.
By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the veranda, was a large twenty-two pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas - that would make a batch of buns for the weekend. Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the..... could it really be? I grasped it and pulled it out - yes, a brand-new, rubber hot water bottle. I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could. Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, 'If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly too!' Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted! Looking up at me, she asked: 'Can I go over with you and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?'
That parcel had been on the way for five whole months. Packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child - five months before, in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it that afternoon.
Praise the Lord for having a plan for everything. Indeed, He makes all things beautiful in HIS TIME :)
Weird dream
I am definitely sick. And I really don't like feeling so drained all the time.
Anyway. I had the weirdest dream just now. It was so so realistic, everyone had the same personalities (a word which AGNES doesn't understand) and the scene was so real.
I'm not going to type out the whole dream, because that's too troublesome. But woahh. Freaky stuff man
Anyway. I had the weirdest dream just now. It was so so realistic, everyone had the same personalities (a word which AGNES doesn't understand) and the scene was so real.
I'm not going to type out the whole dream, because that's too troublesome. But woahh. Freaky stuff man
Sunday, May 18, 2008
chocolate MOUSE???!!!!
When I said there's something wrong with the food I eat here in the hostel, I bet no one really believed me.
So here! Evidence!!
So here! Evidence!!
- Fish soup soup? What is that exactly? Normal soup already tastes and looks so weird and wrong, what more a soup soup?
Andy'scake of the day. Do you know why they strike out the word andy's? Because, trust me on this, the cake most probably sucks and andy is this really mean guy. So they are just trying to protect him- Chocolate MOUSE????!!!! Ummmm. That's kinda strange... I don't think I would want dessert that day. haha
Saturday, May 17, 2008
HAPPY SWEET 16 GLORIA
Happy sweet sixteen dear Gloria! hahaha
May Your 16th birthday be a special one.
xoxo
May Your 16th birthday be a special one.
xoxo
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Updates
I really thank God for my friends, both new and old.
To think that sadly, it took me so long to realise how much I really appreciate the friends that I have here. All the non stop laughter and all the nonsense.
(just that nowadays I got to be careful with what I say. Ensuring that I don't repeat the same word too many times, if not Jinli would have to remember it and comment on it. Talking is becoming stressful!)
But anyhow, life here has been rather.. pleasant?
Yesterday I went to a music concert with Aiwee and Jinli. Aiwee came to the hostel first and there was such a weird conversation. I just finished bathing and was changing in my room when there was this knock.
Me: Who is that?
Person: Huh?
Me: Is that Aiwee?
Aiwee: Is that Monica?
I was thinking. Umm, yeah. Of course it's me. This is my room. Haha. So we went to meet Jinli and took the tram. And the whole night, Aiwee kept singing random weird songs, making us look like a bunch of lunatics.
The concert was somewhat nice. It made me realise how much I really miss my performing days, how many instruments I really want to learn and how much I miss my piano. Overall, it was good. Yeah.
Oh the way back, the three of us were making so much noise, laughing at everything. And making fun of Aiwee. We kept quoting her and using her own lines against her. It was hilarious. We wanted to go Max Brenner's but it was close so we ended up talking in the middle of the street. Yeah
Kinda liked the talking on the street part. It has been a loooong time since I had something like that. Where everyone puts studies aside, and just talk. Yeah. About the most random stuff and all.
Oh well... Pam and Andre are going to be in Melbourne tomorrow. I don't even know how long they are going to be here. Haha. Oh well. Doesn't matter.
To think that sadly, it took me so long to realise how much I really appreciate the friends that I have here. All the non stop laughter and all the nonsense.
(just that nowadays I got to be careful with what I say. Ensuring that I don't repeat the same word too many times, if not Jinli would have to remember it and comment on it. Talking is becoming stressful!)
But anyhow, life here has been rather.. pleasant?
Yesterday I went to a music concert with Aiwee and Jinli. Aiwee came to the hostel first and there was such a weird conversation. I just finished bathing and was changing in my room when there was this knock.
Me: Who is that?
Person: Huh?
Me: Is that Aiwee?
Aiwee: Is that Monica?
I was thinking. Umm, yeah. Of course it's me. This is my room. Haha. So we went to meet Jinli and took the tram. And the whole night, Aiwee kept singing random weird songs, making us look like a bunch of lunatics.
The concert was somewhat nice. It made me realise how much I really miss my performing days, how many instruments I really want to learn and how much I miss my piano. Overall, it was good. Yeah.
Oh the way back, the three of us were making so much noise, laughing at everything. And making fun of Aiwee. We kept quoting her and using her own lines against her. It was hilarious. We wanted to go Max Brenner's but it was close so we ended up talking in the middle of the street. Yeah
Kinda liked the talking on the street part. It has been a loooong time since I had something like that. Where everyone puts studies aside, and just talk. Yeah. About the most random stuff and all.
Oh well... Pam and Andre are going to be in Melbourne tomorrow. I don't even know how long they are going to be here. Haha. Oh well. Doesn't matter.
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