I don't like keeping new year resolutions. But i like to make them. ahaha.
1. Learn how to type properly. Am struggling now. really. and it's still all wrong. I type with all my fingers except my thumb and all my fingers are in the wrong place. It's more a matter of convenience.
2. Wake up before 8am everyday of the year. ahaha. which includes holidays and the days which i sleep beyond 3. That's frequent. And then i increase my chances of getting a heart attack
3. Exercise very regularly. Running at least once a week sounds good for a start. Twice might be nice. And 3 times- the hard to achive ideal for a self-confessed pog.
That's all. Mind your body recommends not more than 3 resolutions.
My general resolution: To learn to love. yippeeee! Loving includes being nice when i wake people up, being patient even when i feel that someone is stepping on my monster tail.
2008 was on faithfulness. Learning that God is faithful and learning how to be faithful.
Had our once in a while starbucks and calories session on tuesday. Friends- they might not be forever, but all the time spent talking and stuffing ourselves silly are worth it. However, I do still think that some friends will last a lifetime and even longer than that:)
We traded stories about the things people do behind closed doors and how horrible life can be. haha. It's not that bad really when we finally pass that stage. 4 hours spent in the library from the initial target of 1.5 wasn't pleasnt at all. waiting for lifts that miss floors dont sound good too.
Bedtime stories was quite funny, worth 6 bucks. A pity ms fong fell asleep again. haha. and then toffee nut coffee might be yummy, but it's calorie laden, slurping up all that sinfulness might contribute to a heart attack one day.
I like it when friends make time for me. Or rather when we make time for each other. She's one of the busiest persons, and probably has more reason than most to complain of tiredness- but she makes time for me. :) what better way to show love and friendship
Taken from Elizabeth Elliot's 'A Lamp unto my feet'
God's love holds us to the highest. This was the kind of love Amy Carmicheal of india prayed for and taught to the children in Dohnavur- this love, the kind wherewith God loved us. " Hold one another to the highest," she told them. God's purpose was to life us out of ourselves, out the the miry clay, and set our feet on a rock. We are not saviours, but we can help others towards faith. This means no only loving them while they're still in the mire but also loving them out of it. We must love them as they are and ove them enough to draw them higher. Jesus said, " For their sakes, I sanctify myself" (John 17: 19) His holy obedience to the Father saved us. Our holy obedience to the Father makes a differece to those we love.
My take on it: i thought this was a lovely devotion to do on New years day. Well, it would be a lovely devotion to do on any day. To remind ourselves that people measure us as Christians by how much we demonstrate God's love.
I read a story on how this single mother came to know Christ, despite the verment objections of her friend. When she was down and out, the church people came and helped her look after her baby so that she could go find a job. She said in reply to her friends who objected " they carried my baby"
Holy- to be set apart. It goes beyond the extent of being good. Being good is a moral obligation, an obligation set by the world. Being holy is a obligation set by God, a calling to be 'set apart'. To what has he called us to be obedient to then? To love God with all our heart, soul strength and mind and to love others as yourself
Just watched a "christmas" programme on christmas lights. Christmas trees glistening with so many lights that you can't even see the tree. Restaurant ceilings covered with soooo many lights and baubles that you can't see the ceiling.
In all honesty, i don't quite like christmas. There's always that constant stress and maybe this year added burdens. I tried to have a pseudo sabbath year where I didn't buy gifts, but the card making was equally tiring. And then on the eve of the eve after spending the day with my fypies, did some last minute shopping. ahahha. Drove starfish mad (i hope) with my persistent banter of ridiculous ideas (which aren't that ridiculous really)
But i like the gathering, I like the fact that angels appeared to simple shepherds and i love the fact that Jesus birth fulfilled covenantal love- hesad.
"Waiting on God isn't about the suspension of meaning and purpose. It's part of the meaning and purpose that God has brought into my life. Waiting on God isn't to be viewed as an obstruction in the way of the plan. Waiting is an essential part of the plan. For the child of God, waiting isn't simply about what I'll receive at the end of my wait. No, waiting is much more purposeful, efficient, and practical than that. Waiting is fundamentally about what I'll become as I wait. God is using the wait to do in and through me exactly what He's promised. Through the wait He's changing me. By means of the wait He's altering the fabric of my thoughts and desires. Through the wait He's causing me to see and experience new things about Him and His kingdom. And all of this sharpens me, enabling me to be a more useful tool in His redemptive hands." Instead of focusing on what we’re waiting to receive, let’s turn our gaze to God and ask Him to make us “a more useful tool in His redemptive hands.”
i'm an impatient little brat. Right now, even though i wish for an instant remedy to this weeks problems, it's not going to happen remotely. instead, let me remind myself
"Like an astute coach or a gifted teacher, God prepares his saints for the tasks to which he has appointed them before he uses them. Moses, for example, spent forty years in the desert, herding sheep, before God called him to lead his people out of Egypt. What better preparation in patience could there have been for his assignment of leading an equally stubborn flock of people through wilderness for forty years? Similarly, David learned courage from his own experience as a shepherd. Later the one who had learned how to take on wild animals in the defense of his flock would be called upon to take on the biggest wild animal of all, mighty Goliath, in the defense of God's flock. God knows how to prepare his people for the tasks to which they are assigned" (from Living in the Gap Between Promise and Reality by Iain M. Duiguid).
Finally back to reality of facing my workpile. I finished reading Agnes Grey by Anne Bronte in the few days too. Suh a delightful read:) what first attracted me to this book was this short para that Yi Wen left on her blog.
Agnes Grey by Anne Brontë Chapter XVII Confessions “It is foolish to wish for beauty, Sensible people never either desire it for themselves or care about it in others. If the mind be but well cultivated, and the heart well disposed, no one ever cares for the exterior. So said the teachers of our childhood; and so say we to the children of the present day. All very judicious and proper no doubt; but are such assertions supported by actual experience? We are naturally disposed to love what gives us pleasure, and what more pleasing than a beautiful face...when we know no harm of the possessor at least? A little girl loves her bird....Why?...Because it lives and feels, because it is helpless and harmless. A toad, likewise, lives and feels, and is equally helpless and harmless; but though she would not hurt a toad, she cannot love it like the bird, with its graceful form, soft feathers, and bright, speaking eyes. If a woman is fair and amiable, she is praised for both qualities, but especially the former, by the bulk of mankind: if, on the other hand, she is disagreeable in person and character, her plainness is commonly inveighed against as her greatest crime, because to common observers, it gives the greatest offence; while, if she is plain and good, provided she is a person of retired manners and secluded life, no one ever knows of her goodness, except her immediate connections; others, on the contrary, are disposed to form unfavourable opinions of her mind and disposition, if it be but to excuse themselves for their instinctive dislike of one so unfavoured by nature; and vice versa with her whose angel form conceals a vicious heart, or sheds a false, deceitful charm over defects and foibles that would not be tolerated in another. They that have beauty, let them be thankful for it, and make a good use of it, like any other talent: they that have it not, let them console themselves, and do the best they can without it – certainly, though liable to be over-estimated, it is a gift of God, and not to be despised. Many will feel this, who have felt that they could love, and whose hearts tell them they are worthy to be loved again, while yet they are debarred, by the lack of this, or some such seeming trifle from giving and receiving that happiness they seem almost made to feel and to impart. As well as the humble glow-worm despise that power of giving light, without which the roving fly might pass her and repass her a thousand times, and never light beside her; she might hear her winged darling buzzing over and around her; he vainly seeking her, she longing to be found, but with no power to make her presence known, no voice to call him, no wings to follow his flight;...the fly must seek another mate, the worm must live and die alone.”
I spent nearly 1 year singing this song to myself. Experiences can't be measured with gold and silver. The silver we got for SYF even though it brought lots of heartache, i remember the challenge and the flow that Csikszentmihalyi wrote about in the process of learning how to play the song, the time spent with my section, the love-hate relationship with my seniors. When compared to say my time in CO, it wasn't as fulfilling. I dare say that i never really liked jiang jun ling (the general's command) tho it came with bounty of gold. Of course, it could be entirely due to the fact that i probably can't appreciate the song, maybe the grandness of it nor can i imagine myself in the midst of war.
Going for camp tmr. the ill-ease feeling of having to catch up with work after that. Still excited bout it anyway. not the trip, but the time that i can spend slobbing around (with my journals.)
anyway, if anyone could tell me how i can get the song into my mp3 player and hp, that'll be great! hahaha. and thus i end my 4 year search of a CD that might contain this song.
my darling fyp group, even though we scold each other everytime we're together, they really are all such funny people to be with. ahahha.
its almost the last day of school and so surreal.
i saw my cousie yesterday for the first time in months. couldnt quite see an ounce of that fat that she said she put on. looked radiant more like it.
Twas thinking about death yesterday night. not that i have suicidal thoughts, it was just how someone put a name to death for me yesterday. Could it be that media increases your immunity to death, when most appear as figures, so distant because they will never cross your path. Maybe a chosen few get their life story shown. But the others have life stories too, their proud moments, their sadness, joys.. their last moments. Death has a name, but so does life.
i wanna live in a castle! lols. after watching trading castles on discovery. i've been poisoned. could be chocolate cake or unclean hands. but poisoned. i figure it'll go away soon enough. And looks like my wish came true to save money and go on a diet this week. heh.
i feel that my frontal lobe is kinda messed. heens bean ironed a shirt for me. touched me to bits and pieces. 4 school days left. :(
I don't like keeping new year resolutions. But i like to make them. ahaha.
1. Learn how to type properly. Am struggling now. really. and it's still all wrong. I type with all my fingers except my thumb and all my fingers are in the wrong place. It's more a matter of convenience.
2. Wake up before 8am everyday of the year. ahaha. which includes holidays and the days which i sleep beyond 3. That's frequent. And then i increase my chances of getting a heart attack
3. Exercise very regularly. Running at least once a week sounds good for a start. Twice might be nice. And 3 times- the hard to achive ideal for a self-confessed pog.
That's all. Mind your body recommends not more than 3 resolutions.
My general resolution: To learn to love. yippeeee! Loving includes being nice when i wake people up, being patient even when i feel that someone is stepping on my monster tail.
2008 was on faithfulness. Learning that God is faithful and learning how to be faithful.
Had our once in a while starbucks and calories session on tuesday. Friends- they might not be forever, but all the time spent talking and stuffing ourselves silly are worth it. However, I do still think that some friends will last a lifetime and even longer than that:)
We traded stories about the things people do behind closed doors and how horrible life can be. haha. It's not that bad really when we finally pass that stage. 4 hours spent in the library from the initial target of 1.5 wasn't pleasnt at all. waiting for lifts that miss floors dont sound good too.
Bedtime stories was quite funny, worth 6 bucks. A pity ms fong fell asleep again. haha. and then toffee nut coffee might be yummy, but it's calorie laden, slurping up all that sinfulness might contribute to a heart attack one day.
I like it when friends make time for me. Or rather when we make time for each other. She's one of the busiest persons, and probably has more reason than most to complain of tiredness- but she makes time for me. :) what better way to show love and friendship
Taken from Elizabeth Elliot's 'A Lamp unto my feet'
God's love holds us to the highest. This was the kind of love Amy Carmicheal of india prayed for and taught to the children in Dohnavur- this love, the kind wherewith God loved us. " Hold one another to the highest," she told them. God's purpose was to life us out of ourselves, out the the miry clay, and set our feet on a rock. We are not saviours, but we can help others towards faith. This means no only loving them while they're still in the mire but also loving them out of it. We must love them as they are and ove them enough to draw them higher. Jesus said, " For their sakes, I sanctify myself" (John 17: 19) His holy obedience to the Father saved us. Our holy obedience to the Father makes a differece to those we love.
My take on it: i thought this was a lovely devotion to do on New years day. Well, it would be a lovely devotion to do on any day. To remind ourselves that people measure us as Christians by how much we demonstrate God's love.
I read a story on how this single mother came to know Christ, despite the verment objections of her friend. When she was down and out, the church people came and helped her look after her baby so that she could go find a job. She said in reply to her friends who objected " they carried my baby"
Holy- to be set apart. It goes beyond the extent of being good. Being good is a moral obligation, an obligation set by the world. Being holy is a obligation set by God, a calling to be 'set apart'. To what has he called us to be obedient to then? To love God with all our heart, soul strength and mind and to love others as yourself
Just watched a "christmas" programme on christmas lights. Christmas trees glistening with so many lights that you can't even see the tree. Restaurant ceilings covered with soooo many lights and baubles that you can't see the ceiling.
In all honesty, i don't quite like christmas. There's always that constant stress and maybe this year added burdens. I tried to have a pseudo sabbath year where I didn't buy gifts, but the card making was equally tiring. And then on the eve of the eve after spending the day with my fypies, did some last minute shopping. ahahha. Drove starfish mad (i hope) with my persistent banter of ridiculous ideas (which aren't that ridiculous really)
But i like the gathering, I like the fact that angels appeared to simple shepherds and i love the fact that Jesus birth fulfilled covenantal love- hesad.
"Waiting on God isn't about the suspension of meaning and purpose. It's part of the meaning and purpose that God has brought into my life. Waiting on God isn't to be viewed as an obstruction in the way of the plan. Waiting is an essential part of the plan. For the child of God, waiting isn't simply about what I'll receive at the end of my wait. No, waiting is much more purposeful, efficient, and practical than that. Waiting is fundamentally about what I'll become as I wait. God is using the wait to do in and through me exactly what He's promised. Through the wait He's changing me. By means of the wait He's altering the fabric of my thoughts and desires. Through the wait He's causing me to see and experience new things about Him and His kingdom. And all of this sharpens me, enabling me to be a more useful tool in His redemptive hands." Instead of focusing on what we’re waiting to receive, let’s turn our gaze to God and ask Him to make us “a more useful tool in His redemptive hands.”
i'm an impatient little brat. Right now, even though i wish for an instant remedy to this weeks problems, it's not going to happen remotely. instead, let me remind myself
"Like an astute coach or a gifted teacher, God prepares his saints for the tasks to which he has appointed them before he uses them. Moses, for example, spent forty years in the desert, herding sheep, before God called him to lead his people out of Egypt. What better preparation in patience could there have been for his assignment of leading an equally stubborn flock of people through wilderness for forty years? Similarly, David learned courage from his own experience as a shepherd. Later the one who had learned how to take on wild animals in the defense of his flock would be called upon to take on the biggest wild animal of all, mighty Goliath, in the defense of God's flock. God knows how to prepare his people for the tasks to which they are assigned" (from Living in the Gap Between Promise and Reality by Iain M. Duiguid).
Finally back to reality of facing my workpile. I finished reading Agnes Grey by Anne Bronte in the few days too. Suh a delightful read:) what first attracted me to this book was this short para that Yi Wen left on her blog.
Agnes Grey by Anne Brontë Chapter XVII Confessions “It is foolish to wish for beauty, Sensible people never either desire it for themselves or care about it in others. If the mind be but well cultivated, and the heart well disposed, no one ever cares for the exterior. So said the teachers of our childhood; and so say we to the children of the present day. All very judicious and proper no doubt; but are such assertions supported by actual experience? We are naturally disposed to love what gives us pleasure, and what more pleasing than a beautiful face...when we know no harm of the possessor at least? A little girl loves her bird....Why?...Because it lives and feels, because it is helpless and harmless. A toad, likewise, lives and feels, and is equally helpless and harmless; but though she would not hurt a toad, she cannot love it like the bird, with its graceful form, soft feathers, and bright, speaking eyes. If a woman is fair and amiable, she is praised for both qualities, but especially the former, by the bulk of mankind: if, on the other hand, she is disagreeable in person and character, her plainness is commonly inveighed against as her greatest crime, because to common observers, it gives the greatest offence; while, if she is plain and good, provided she is a person of retired manners and secluded life, no one ever knows of her goodness, except her immediate connections; others, on the contrary, are disposed to form unfavourable opinions of her mind and disposition, if it be but to excuse themselves for their instinctive dislike of one so unfavoured by nature; and vice versa with her whose angel form conceals a vicious heart, or sheds a false, deceitful charm over defects and foibles that would not be tolerated in another. They that have beauty, let them be thankful for it, and make a good use of it, like any other talent: they that have it not, let them console themselves, and do the best they can without it – certainly, though liable to be over-estimated, it is a gift of God, and not to be despised. Many will feel this, who have felt that they could love, and whose hearts tell them they are worthy to be loved again, while yet they are debarred, by the lack of this, or some such seeming trifle from giving and receiving that happiness they seem almost made to feel and to impart. As well as the humble glow-worm despise that power of giving light, without which the roving fly might pass her and repass her a thousand times, and never light beside her; she might hear her winged darling buzzing over and around her; he vainly seeking her, she longing to be found, but with no power to make her presence known, no voice to call him, no wings to follow his flight;...the fly must seek another mate, the worm must live and die alone.”
I spent nearly 1 year singing this song to myself. Experiences can't be measured with gold and silver. The silver we got for SYF even though it brought lots of heartache, i remember the challenge and the flow that Csikszentmihalyi wrote about in the process of learning how to play the song, the time spent with my section, the love-hate relationship with my seniors. When compared to say my time in CO, it wasn't as fulfilling. I dare say that i never really liked jiang jun ling (the general's command) tho it came with bounty of gold. Of course, it could be entirely due to the fact that i probably can't appreciate the song, maybe the grandness of it nor can i imagine myself in the midst of war.
Going for camp tmr. the ill-ease feeling of having to catch up with work after that. Still excited bout it anyway. not the trip, but the time that i can spend slobbing around (with my journals.)
anyway, if anyone could tell me how i can get the song into my mp3 player and hp, that'll be great! hahaha. and thus i end my 4 year search of a CD that might contain this song.
my darling fyp group, even though we scold each other everytime we're together, they really are all such funny people to be with. ahahha.
its almost the last day of school and so surreal.
i saw my cousie yesterday for the first time in months. couldnt quite see an ounce of that fat that she said she put on. looked radiant more like it.
Twas thinking about death yesterday night. not that i have suicidal thoughts, it was just how someone put a name to death for me yesterday. Could it be that media increases your immunity to death, when most appear as figures, so distant because they will never cross your path. Maybe a chosen few get their life story shown. But the others have life stories too, their proud moments, their sadness, joys.. their last moments. Death has a name, but so does life.
i wanna live in a castle! lols. after watching trading castles on discovery. i've been poisoned. could be chocolate cake or unclean hands. but poisoned. i figure it'll go away soon enough. And looks like my wish came true to save money and go on a diet this week. heh.
i feel that my frontal lobe is kinda messed. heens bean ironed a shirt for me. touched me to bits and pieces. 4 school days left. :(
Although the fig tree shall not blossom
neither shall fruit be in the vines;
the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat;
the flock shall be cut off from the fold,
and there shall be no herd in the stalls:
Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.
Habakkuk 3:17-18
This lullaby is only a few words
A simple run of chords
Quiet here in this spare room
But you can hear it, hear it
Wherever you may go
I will let you down
But this lullaby plays on
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On new year resolutions
i wanna live in a castle! lols. after watching trading castles on discovery.