I slept very lightly today, I am very excited with my flight later! .D

My Hands Make Gold

I did this so many times, haha, it's not accurate anymore. I am a mix of the two below.

Am I useless?

My folks tell me I'm useless. "Feed until so big also useless."

You know I also don't want to be so useless. So irresponsible. But I don't need people to keep hounding me and telling me how bad I am. Last of the people I want to hear it from is from my parents.

I also know.

O they always say "没有用“，I really hate that phrase. I'll never say that about my child. God forbid! Please!

I Do Not Click With Many Of You

I've met many people over the past 3 years, and I realised more and more that there are many different kinds of people, and only the similar types can understand each other.

It is like another language barrier, except this has nothing to do with language but the frequency. Frequency and wavelength in this context are made up of a number of factors. I think.

The kind of humour that one prefers sets the frequency of one's person. If you don't like lame jokes for example, you can't really socialise with someone who really loves lame jokes, unless you are at a business meeting, where it is strictly business.

The other factor that tunes one's frequency is one's interests. Now if lame joke person has common interests with I hate lame jokes person, they might still hit it off when they are interacting, but either of them will cringe once in a while because of either's inability to grasp each other's humour, or worse, the message that they are trying to put across.

Human frequency is affected by many different factors and up till now I think I kinda know which type I come into and I'm glad there are people like me around, although it's getting fewer as we change and grow up and have to do real work in offices for really important organisations, or getting on with life with family, settling down, flying overseas.

Maybe we will come to a stage where we settle for second best, when we arrive at a place in time and life that none of your type are around or close to you, then we just gotta make do with those God has placed in our lives and learn to love them.

After all, heaven will be a really diversified place right, so we better start now. I hope there cliques in heaven where the same type can hang together. But then again, I believe heaven will be one big clique where everyone has one common interest, the person of God!

How did I get here? I don't know leh, I just started typing and this is what I came up with. It's just a blog, *pause 2, 3, 4* not.

Putting Strange Things Into Your Mouth

I remember sometime when I was about 13, I went to my cousin's RGPS carnival hoping to see some cute girls and all that.

I was fascinated with these colourful things that looked like sweets and they put it in those kacang-putih, rolled up magazine paper cones. I believe it was $10 or $5, and I bought it!

Congratulating myself on the yummy treat, I popped 2 of these pretty looking things into my mouth.

And... there was no taste, I was disgusted. Many years later I discovered that they were actually coloured macaroni and pasta! 他妈的! Hehe.

Morning with Spurgeon

I was awoken by a pounding noise from above my flat, and I started surfing the net and felt I should be with God in prayer and reading his word.

Note to self: Are you not less tired when you don't?

"For me to live is Christ."—Philippians 1:21.

THE believer did not always live to Christ. He began to do so when God the Holy Spirit convinced him of sin, and when by grace he was brought to see the dying Saviour making a propitiation for his guilt. From the moment of the new and celestial birth the man begins to live to Christ. Jesus is to believers the one pearl of great price, for whom we are willing to part with all that we have. He has so completely won our love, that it beats alone for Him; to His glory we would live, and in defence of His gospel we would die; He is the pattern of our life, and the model after which we would sculpture our character. Paul's words mean more than most men think; they imply that the aim and end of his life was Christ—nay, his life itself was Jesus. In the words of an ancient saint, he did eat, and drink, and sleep eternal life. Jesus was his very breath, the soul of his soul, the heart of his heart, the life of his life. Can you say, as a professing Christian, that you live up to this idea? Can you honestly say that for you to live is Christ? Your business—are you doing it for Christ? Is it not done for self-aggrandizement and for family advantage? Do you ask, "Is that a mean reason?" For the Christian it is. He professes to live for Christ; how can he live for another object without committing a spiritual adultery? Many there are who carry out this principle in some measure; but who is there that dare say that he hath lived wholly for Christ as the apostle did? Yet, this alone is the true life of a Christian—its source, its sustenance, its fashion, its end, all gathered up in one word—Christ Jesus. Lord, accept me; I here present myself, praying to live only in Thee and to Thee. Let me be as the bullock which stands between the plough and the altar, to work or to be sacrificed; and let my motto be, "Ready for either."

- 07 Jan 07, Morning readings from The Spurgeon Archive

What a high calling! If I said that I did live every desire, deed & thought for Christ and as Christ did, I'd be a hypocrite, so let me say now that a big part of me does not even think like as the Apostle Paul did, but I do want to overcome this inertia somehow and in the future say, more and more that I am living Christ.

My heavenly Father, please help me live this words out by your grace through Christ and through the power of your Holy Spirit, in Jesus' name, amen.