Thanks for reminding

If you had known me well, then you should have known that it forgetfulness and absent-mindedness are so typical of me.

Well, this time it is not about me being forgetful and absent-minded.

It is about how I think.

I was sad and regretful.

Guilty and gloomy.

Disappointed of my own performance and bad luck.

Regretful of what I did last time.

Sighing of my bad luck with interviews and scholarship application and etc..

I am falling into a trap of endless self-pity.

However, a word from the mouth of a sister in church enlightened me.

"You should be grateful. There are some that can't continue their studies as they can't get a scholarship. But you can. You have a great dad that is able to support you financially."

Thanks for reminding.

I never think of that.

At that moment, I just want to phone my dad and tell him how much I love him, how much i appreciate him and how grateful I am to have him as my dad.

I nearly cried out.

I phoned him up.

And he replied: "This is my responsibility."

Yet, he had done it too well.

I always get the best from him.

I will never be lacking.

In the phone he asked:

"When are you coming back?"

"This coming Saturday."

"Is there anything that you want? Tell me and I'll buy for you. Have you tell mama what you want to eat?"

Although he had told me the same thing many times before. But this time, it came with an overwhelming feeling of love and concern that touched me deeply.

Thank you, papa...

the simple truth

Men are from Mars.

Women are from Venus.

Why?

Why Eve who was created from Adam's rib bone can be so different from him???

Only God knows...

But i suppose that makes two people one.

After all, opposite attract, alike repels.

Scientifically, the differences between men and women can be summarized by some Simpsons terms.

Still don't get it???

Don't worry. Me too... Hahah... ^^

It simply means,

This

and this...

How they think (i mean where the data are processed, obviously)

Ahemmmm....

determines what they see and react.

She never get satisfied with how she looks.

He never satisfy with how she looks.

She screams and shouts and squeals when a needle pokes her finger.

He acts cool when he had his wound stitched.

She can squeeze pimples for hours without wincing.

He screams and yells like nobody business when you squeeze his pimples.

Alright, enough with the reactions.

Men and women are merely physically different.

nowadays

Nowadays, everything has a formula, in order to STANDARDISE everything.

Formula 1 car, formulated drink, formula to cook rice (rice with water filled above the palm level when placed on top of it) etc...

Today, my friend taught me a formula.

How to draw a pig.

By the way, he is a primary school teacher.

Here it goes...

Formula = (small circle, small circle, big circle) x3 + small circle, small circle, circle-circles...

It works quite well, as you can see.

* In future, when you notice there are actually some people so naive to think that pigs actually have round ears, then you know who their teacher was.... ^^

( Definitely, NOT me. I am innocent)

Here are some of the random sketches I drew during my service this morning to keep myself from falling asleep.

thoughts for the day

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. - PHILIPPIANS 4:6


In prayer you ask for things and give thanks for things. Why? Because you recognize that God is the author and source of all the good that you have had already, and all the good that you hope for in the future. This is the fundamental philosophy of Christian prayer. The prayer of a Christian is not an attempt to force God’s hand, but a humble acknowledgement of helplessness and dependence. When we are on our knees, we know that it is not we who control the world; it is not in our power, therefore, to supply our needs by our own independent efforts, every good thing that we desire for ourselves and for others must be sought from God, and will come, if it comes at all, as a gift from His hands. This is all luminously clear to us when are actually praying. In effect, therefore, what we do every time we pray is to confess our own impotence and God’s sovereignty. The very fact that a Christian prays is thus proof positive that he believes in the lordship of his God.


**When I pray, I recognize that all good things are gifts from God

theory on shit

It feel so nice ( = ecstatic + relieve + happy + everything that is positive ) after expelling out the excessive weight I carried in my body after being constipated for some time.

I am sure all my room mates agree on that, for some reasons. ^^

Which then makes us LOVE to show off after our BIG business in the toilet each time.

And weird enough, we are proud of it. O.o

Eventually, I came to a theory on shit:

有吃有大便，没吃没大便，

不是不大便，时候还没到。

can never be luckier

"God loves silly kids"

I believe that there is still some truth in the song sang by Andy Lau.

With my silly, blurry, simple-minded character, it is nearly impossible for me to survive in this world. The fact that I am now still alive is a miracle.

I cannot imagine who and how would I be if God has not love me that much. Blessing me all along with my caring family, all the really truly good friends, and also LINDA!!

I am eating my favourite baked sweet potatoes now, still hot off the stove. Yearning for days to taste it, linda got this for me as a surprise. Each time, he will be drenched by the sweat when he deliver food for me.

He said: "I know that you love to eat while it is still warm, so I off the air-conditioner"

A simple act that touches deep into my heart.

Awwwhhh....

I know. I know. Don't envy me. =p

Thank you God for everything.

I will be grateful and appreciate every precious moment I have now - to love and to be loved.

Guys, thank you for being here for me each time i needed you all.

I LOVE YOU. ^^

PS. Can you all just ignore the pimples on my face?? Hahah.. =D

a fairy tale...

Never ever had I thought that I live in fairy tale world myself.

It is a far-from-reach dream in the TV screen. A fantasy.

However, now staying in the hostel, made me feel like one.

Each and everytime I went out with friends, I had got to rush back before the clock struck 12 in the midnight. Curfew....

And it is so so Cinderella who needs to get back before the magic lost its effect.

Hahah...

And I had to get back so that I wont get a warning letter.

Hmmm...

Cinderella ends up with her dream man and live happily ever after.

Will this apply to me too??

Pray hard. hahah... =)