WAH!

I haven't written for so long, it has been ages!

From a day to day blogger, I have now been reduced to this. Man, where's my discipline?

So hello bloggy!

How are ya doing? Just messing around eh?

Right now, I am reconnecting with kids.

Ever since I started teaching (as a part time job) I feel like I should re-examine my plans. I should consider teaching young children.

They are so cute, and so adorable. God, is just so awesome, I sometimes wonder where He got the idea to make little cute human beings called children that run around with cheeky smiles and chubby cheeks.

I don't feel so awkward with them anymore.

Last Sunday, Ps Gurmit told us about his personal experience with motherhood. His wife heard their baby son cry, and Ps was so sure that he was not. Determined to prove his wife wrong, he went to check on the son only to find him crying. After calming the child and getting him to sleep, he asked his wife how she knew that their son was crying. She said for 9 months she carried his in her womb, and there was a relationship built, in silence between child and mother. Nothing could break that bond. Ps then asked God for this kind of relationship with the son, but God said he couldn't attain that which only a mother could.

It's amazing what we women can do, that privilege God has given us.

Aah, kids. They're cute.

That Ignorant Racism

I'm pissed, so I'm writing.

Okay, it's not racism, just ignorance.

Even if it is, and I called it that, I'd probably get locked up in ISA and be blamed for causing some verbal genocide.

Have you been in a situation, where you have to been in this area, where you're the only who doesn't speak a common language, and everybody else does, and they carry on doing it all day without any regard that you may feel left out?

Well, that's practically the dance everyday, as soon as I punch in to the time I punch out.

I don't really blame them, they were born with their mother tongue slathered all over their tongues. This gives them the liberty to have this long, interesting sounding conversation, laughs and giggles through out the day. Why should they even make adjustments or effort to make a new being feel welcomed, at home or cared?

At these times, I feel like the penniless kid, staring at the ice cream vendor, as all the other kids pull out their coins and and wave them about, then walk past the kid happily sucking on their popsicles.

Ooh... what's worse, people in the same shade of your skin speak that same language. Then, when you ask them a question, they look at you point blank, give you a curt answer and continue talking to the fairer one in front of them.

Tis as though you require a certain skin tone to be spoken to, jackass.

Or maybe all this is just me as I approach my menstruation period.

Me over thinking.

Me tired.

Me go sleep.

Inspired by Christina Perri.

A ridiculous four lined poem.

You're gonna catch a cold,
Form the ice inside your soul,

So I gave you a hanker chief,

Instead you used your sleeve.

Nature's Worship: Driving will never be the same.

All creation sings to you, Lord.

The wind is the worship leader and nature is the congregation.

How they bend and sway to worship the Master, the Maker of the universe.

The flowers, look how they bloom,

Their way of dancing, twirling unto the Lord.

The grass, are the best evangelists.

They spread, no matter where, no matter how,

Spreading the gospel, the Good News, the great commission,

"Oh, be green and full of life, ye blades! Live, serve than lay your life in the arms of the Maker."

Humble are the bees, they buzz. Like Martha, they work,

Like Paul and Silas they sing.

Together, bees are the medley of work and play.

How creation cries out to you,

On the top of their lungs,

Their song is a song of rustling leaves and bright colours,

So easily missed as we drive along the roads,

At 80 kilometers per hour.

Cloud watching.

It was a Sunday and we were on our way to church. During the ride there, I noticed big white puffy clouds in the sky.

I sat there admiring the artful work of God.

Clouds are so beautiful, big and white. They're like bunches of cotton wool sprinkled on a huge pale blue sheet. But, that morning, under every cotton candy ball of cloud was a thin layer of grey cloud.

Some tiny grey clouds hovered far away from the big white ones, and one grey cloud said to me, "Just you wait, I am going to rain on your parade." She sniggered. Crafty little cloud. Church was swell, and then on our way back to church for Alpha, it rained.

Oh boy, did it rain.

She poured magnificently. If only I could find her, I would have congratulated her.

I love rain.

Do you hear me?

It has been a good 13 days since.

All I have to say is, perseverance and prayer makes all the difference.

Chin up. It's only the beginning.

:)

Aku Belum Mati.

I know this place seems like a corpse but in actual fact it isn't.

Sorry, I lied. It is.

So, here I am to revive this place with a little zing or two.

:)

Cheers everyone!

I am back!