It's 2:20 and my taxi is coming at 4.30...and I HAVE NOT PACKED to go to Australia yet......
Great....
Keep on pushing it to the last minute..and why am I blogging now when I should be packing??
Very messed up, too busy with a lot of things, and when everything's over, too apathatic to care about packing..
Yea Cindy..even after you forced me to go home from uni, I have not packed...
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Love
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to be sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries, aviod all entanglements, lock it up safe in a casket or coffin of selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless-it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredemable...the only place outside of Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers...of love is Hell.
We want...not so much a Father in heaven as a grandfather in heaven...who's plan for the universe was simply that it might be truly said at the end of each day "a good time was had for all."....I should very much like to live in a universe which was governed on such lines. But since it's abundantly clear that I don't, and since I have reason to believe nonetherless that God is love, I conclude my conception of love needs correction.
The problem of human suffering with the existance of a God who loves is only insoluble as long as we attach a trival meaning to the word "love" and look on things as if man were the centre of them. Man is not the centre. God does not exist for the sake of man. Man does not exist for his own sake....We were made not primarly that we might love God (though we were made for that too) but that God may love us.
But that God may love us.
C.S. Lewis
We want...not so much a Father in heaven as a grandfather in heaven...who's plan for the universe was simply that it might be truly said at the end of each day "a good time was had for all."....I should very much like to live in a universe which was governed on such lines. But since it's abundantly clear that I don't, and since I have reason to believe nonetherless that God is love, I conclude my conception of love needs correction.
The problem of human suffering with the existance of a God who loves is only insoluble as long as we attach a trival meaning to the word "love" and look on things as if man were the centre of them. Man is not the centre. God does not exist for the sake of man. Man does not exist for his own sake....We were made not primarly that we might love God (though we were made for that too) but that God may love us.
But that God may love us.
C.S. Lewis
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Beating together
Didn't know a single person at first. Didn't know what laid in store. Didn't even know how I'd get there. Didn't know why I signed up....but it was a great experience...MCPP part1...Port Dickson.
Actually, it never even cross my head to go to mission preperation course...after all, it needed a weekend and yea...being busy and stuff, really didn't expect to go. But, so happened another CG member wanted to go, and I thought oh well, if my exams are over, it'll be good to bond with her. So yea, signed up via Peter..not even sure when, where, what to do...
Thankfully, it was right after endo even though in the end I was the only one who went from cg. Met with some of the CYZ people. Really an interesting mix of students, one UM maths whiz, two chemists' students, one future teacher, one engineer to be...and of course lots of uncles and aunties...since the camp was a mix camp irrespective of age.
From retirees to students like us...all 38 of us...
Somehow God arrranged transport, arranged friends, arranged every single thing to the last detail. The most wonderful thing was that everyone shared the same heart, the same passion, the same vision. People who are not ashamed to cry and intercede for the lands, the 10/40 window...
We didn't even need to speak words to convey the longings of our hearts, it was the same heartbeat, beating together...and somehow everyone bonded very well, because we shared the same purpose. It's like everyone catching the essense...can't even explain...but just catching it.
Of course, I'm not going to run off to some interior of Thailand just yet. This was just a short prep for a short mission trip...but yea, did lots of fun stuff, like going into the sea to practise baptism on each other, prayer walking and acting out mimes. Praying. Crying..haha..surrendering, eating..doing funny ice breakers. Learning. Struggling with call of God and self. Playing with sand (surprisingly, that stretch of beach was quite clean). Being exposed to nations where DUMC has sent mission teams, Cambodia, Thailand, Myanmar, China, Sarawak, Orang Asli (I might go this dec...might, might..haha), Nepal.
Was very blessed by Su Foong and Kian Leong, and their two kids, Sarah and Seth..
A normal, upper middle class family, who went on their first short term mission trip 2 years ago. In the space of just 2 years, give up everything to go to Thailand. Inspired by Su Foong especially. How in tears she would share to us the struggles they will face when they go to Thailand. Their children's education. Giving up comfort. Leaving behind familiar faces. Learning a new language. Toiling in a hostile land. Just, just to follow the call of Jesus. But the joy. And surrender. Simple obedience. Laughter and smiles.
If I leave for UK next year, the only few countries I can go would be Cambodia and probably Thailand..and that's if my holidays coincide with the trips. Would love to go to Nepal even thought the previous DUMC team to Nepal was held overnight by Maoist rebels not to mention the dangerous clifts and mountains we have to climb in Nepal (lots and lots of walking from 1 village to another). Of course, my mum really think twice before giving approval..haha.
I don't know. Haha :) Lord, wherever You provide. And thank you for reminding me last weekend about You and about my future. Although it's will not be the most glamorous or instantly gratifying journey to take, hold me close to You. That I will feel your heartbeat and move in Your direction. Even if You send me all alone to some small place (like Labuan..haha), even if my tears will not stop following, even if it costs everything I want, even if it's just You and me. Your grace is sufficient for me.
Really, I don't want to assume I'll 100% be some missionary or a compassionate, selfless doctor. Or that I'll definately be going to some far off country for You. I'm not naive or overconfident that I'll be willing to forsake the temptations of staying overseas with all the money, perks and comfort. I pray that I will not be another wannabe idealistic medic student who loses the passion once I hit the reality of injustice, corruption and plain suffering as a doctor. I hope and Lord, please, I pray, that You soften my heart even more when I see the mess of this world.
I don't know. I don't know. This is just the begining of a long long journey. Full of twists and turns. Holes and ravines. Uncertainties. I'm not confident to say that I'll definately stay strong till the end. A lot of things can change. But You don't. You know all things. And that's enough. That's enough.
Actually, it never even cross my head to go to mission preperation course...after all, it needed a weekend and yea...being busy and stuff, really didn't expect to go. But, so happened another CG member wanted to go, and I thought oh well, if my exams are over, it'll be good to bond with her. So yea, signed up via Peter..not even sure when, where, what to do...
Thankfully, it was right after endo even though in the end I was the only one who went from cg. Met with some of the CYZ people. Really an interesting mix of students, one UM maths whiz, two chemists' students, one future teacher, one engineer to be...and of course lots of uncles and aunties...since the camp was a mix camp irrespective of age.
From retirees to students like us...all 38 of us...
Somehow God arrranged transport, arranged friends, arranged every single thing to the last detail. The most wonderful thing was that everyone shared the same heart, the same passion, the same vision. People who are not ashamed to cry and intercede for the lands, the 10/40 window...
We didn't even need to speak words to convey the longings of our hearts, it was the same heartbeat, beating together...and somehow everyone bonded very well, because we shared the same purpose. It's like everyone catching the essense...can't even explain...but just catching it.
Of course, I'm not going to run off to some interior of Thailand just yet. This was just a short prep for a short mission trip...but yea, did lots of fun stuff, like going into the sea to practise baptism on each other, prayer walking and acting out mimes. Praying. Crying..haha..surrendering, eating..doing funny ice breakers. Learning. Struggling with call of God and self. Playing with sand (surprisingly, that stretch of beach was quite clean). Being exposed to nations where DUMC has sent mission teams, Cambodia, Thailand, Myanmar, China, Sarawak, Orang Asli (I might go this dec...might, might..haha), Nepal.
Was very blessed by Su Foong and Kian Leong, and their two kids, Sarah and Seth..
A normal, upper middle class family, who went on their first short term mission trip 2 years ago. In the space of just 2 years, give up everything to go to Thailand. Inspired by Su Foong especially. How in tears she would share to us the struggles they will face when they go to Thailand. Their children's education. Giving up comfort. Leaving behind familiar faces. Learning a new language. Toiling in a hostile land. Just, just to follow the call of Jesus. But the joy. And surrender. Simple obedience. Laughter and smiles.
If I leave for UK next year, the only few countries I can go would be Cambodia and probably Thailand..and that's if my holidays coincide with the trips. Would love to go to Nepal even thought the previous DUMC team to Nepal was held overnight by Maoist rebels not to mention the dangerous clifts and mountains we have to climb in Nepal (lots and lots of walking from 1 village to another). Of course, my mum really think twice before giving approval..haha.
I don't know. Haha :) Lord, wherever You provide. And thank you for reminding me last weekend about You and about my future. Although it's will not be the most glamorous or instantly gratifying journey to take, hold me close to You. That I will feel your heartbeat and move in Your direction. Even if You send me all alone to some small place (like Labuan..haha), even if my tears will not stop following, even if it costs everything I want, even if it's just You and me. Your grace is sufficient for me.
Really, I don't want to assume I'll 100% be some missionary or a compassionate, selfless doctor. Or that I'll definately be going to some far off country for You. I'm not naive or overconfident that I'll be willing to forsake the temptations of staying overseas with all the money, perks and comfort. I pray that I will not be another wannabe idealistic medic student who loses the passion once I hit the reality of injustice, corruption and plain suffering as a doctor. I hope and Lord, please, I pray, that You soften my heart even more when I see the mess of this world.
I don't know. I don't know. This is just the begining of a long long journey. Full of twists and turns. Holes and ravines. Uncertainties. I'm not confident to say that I'll definately stay strong till the end. A lot of things can change. But You don't. You know all things. And that's enough. That's enough.
Monday, October 17, 2005
Abandonment
Daddy,
Do you see my hands,
Scarred and bleeding,
Climbing the steepest clifts,
From the deepest of ravines.
Lord,
As Nehemiah repeatedly whispered, wrote,
Pleaded and proclaimed,
Remember me.
Remember me.
Remember me.
Lord,
Doesn't matter,
To be misunderstood, misquoted.
You were too.
Daddy,
Being real hurts,
Vulnerability formally so guarded,
Exposed deliberately, yes, deliberately for You.
That if in my foolishness,
Your glory maybe revealed,
So be it.
Even if I appear naked,
Remind me You hung naked,
on the Cross,
that dripped with blood.
Lord,
You know all things.
You know why tears are shed.
You know why I worry.
You know why I struggle.
You know who I am and what I'm doing.
And even if I am ugly and weak
in the eyes of the world,
Remind me.
You matter more.
Abandoning everything for You.
Daddy,
Please. Keep me close to you.
Shield me for I hurt.
Carry me for I limp.
Protect me for I am attacked.
Love me.
You matter more.
Do you see my hands,
Scarred and bleeding,
Climbing the steepest clifts,
From the deepest of ravines.
Lord,
As Nehemiah repeatedly whispered, wrote,
Pleaded and proclaimed,
Remember me.
Remember me.
Remember me.
Lord,
Doesn't matter,
To be misunderstood, misquoted.
You were too.
Daddy,
Being real hurts,
Vulnerability formally so guarded,
Exposed deliberately, yes, deliberately for You.
That if in my foolishness,
Your glory maybe revealed,
So be it.
Even if I appear naked,
Remind me You hung naked,
on the Cross,
that dripped with blood.
Lord,
You know all things.
You know why tears are shed.
You know why I worry.
You know why I struggle.
You know who I am and what I'm doing.
And even if I am ugly and weak
in the eyes of the world,
Remind me.
You matter more.
Abandoning everything for You.
Daddy,
Please. Keep me close to you.
Shield me for I hurt.
Carry me for I limp.
Protect me for I am attacked.
Love me.
You matter more.
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Comfort Foods
The funny and weird eating habits of medical students to ward of stress...and the lack of food in Vista Commenwealth.
1) Eating bread with mayo (on a budget, so that's what I'm eating now..haha, fattening but nice...haha)
(Pasta with mayo works too..)
2) Eating milo out of the can with a spoon (stopped that nowadays, but that's what I did in SPM...)
3) Eating peanut butter sans bread...(sem 3 stress..haha...can lead to coronary heart disease..not advisible...but if you want to try, buy chunky peanut butter...put the whole spoon in the peanut butter and eat straight off)
4) Bread with ice cream...
5) Tomato sauce, alone (not me...)
6) Mamee Instant Noodles, without cooking, straight from pack...(eat like eating potato chips...crispy...haha. Btw, I don't like eating maggi that way though cuz maggi's noodles are less cooked)
7) Lots and lots of goreng pisang, burgers, lekor and tau fu fah...(yea, that's some people's dinner)
8) Buying one whole tube of ice cream (2liters) and eating for dinner...(my friend's "dish" for dinner, obviously, he's a guy...no girl would dare to do that)
9) Brownie for dinner (EP...that's not dinner K!)
10) Open campbell's soup, add sausage, add a bit of vege, instant noodles=dinner (Not me yea...Haha..)
11) Another defination of healthy eating:
Fish=tuna canned fish, or overflour coated fish in the sweet and sour fish dish
Vegetable=little speaks of mix vegetable in the FA fried rice
Chicken=little speaks of chicken in FA fried rice
12) Proven way to lose weight (fren's success story....)
Eat nothing but Jacob's biscuits.
When hungry drink water.
Repeat daily for 6 months.
13) "Treat" for IMU students:
Mc Donalds
Eating in hawker centre in Mien Tien (we often look like we have not eaten for days cuz we always end up ordering multiple dishes)
Mamak
Disclaimer: Not advisble to copy the above menus.
General Surgons warning: Caution! Eating the above can predispose to coronary heart disease, cerebral vascular accidents, diabetes and poor nutritional status including hair loss.
Any other habits to add? (medic/non medic doesn't matter)
(P.S. But I'm healthy too...I don't have salt in my house. Or sugar.)
1) Eating bread with mayo (on a budget, so that's what I'm eating now..haha, fattening but nice...haha)
(Pasta with mayo works too..)
2) Eating milo out of the can with a spoon (stopped that nowadays, but that's what I did in SPM...)
3) Eating peanut butter sans bread...(sem 3 stress..haha...can lead to coronary heart disease..not advisible...but if you want to try, buy chunky peanut butter...put the whole spoon in the peanut butter and eat straight off)
4) Bread with ice cream...
5) Tomato sauce, alone (not me...)
6) Mamee Instant Noodles, without cooking, straight from pack...(eat like eating potato chips...crispy...haha. Btw, I don't like eating maggi that way though cuz maggi's noodles are less cooked)
7) Lots and lots of goreng pisang, burgers, lekor and tau fu fah...(yea, that's some people's dinner)
8) Buying one whole tube of ice cream (2liters) and eating for dinner...(my friend's "dish" for dinner, obviously, he's a guy...no girl would dare to do that)
9) Brownie for dinner (EP...that's not dinner K!)
10) Open campbell's soup, add sausage, add a bit of vege, instant noodles=dinner (Not me yea...Haha..)
11) Another defination of healthy eating:
Fish=tuna canned fish, or overflour coated fish in the sweet and sour fish dish
Vegetable=little speaks of mix vegetable in the FA fried rice
Chicken=little speaks of chicken in FA fried rice
12) Proven way to lose weight (fren's success story....)
Eat nothing but Jacob's biscuits.
When hungry drink water.
Repeat daily for 6 months.
13) "Treat" for IMU students:
Mc Donalds
Eating in hawker centre in Mien Tien (we often look like we have not eaten for days cuz we always end up ordering multiple dishes)
Mamak
Disclaimer: Not advisble to copy the above menus.
General Surgons warning: Caution! Eating the above can predispose to coronary heart disease, cerebral vascular accidents, diabetes and poor nutritional status including hair loss.
Any other habits to add? (medic/non medic doesn't matter)
(P.S. But I'm healthy too...I don't have salt in my house. Or sugar.)
Monday, October 10, 2005
Ooi Ben Shyen
To the guy who googles his own name (tak tahu malu, shakes head) and found my blog.
I'll humour you so that you'll have more hits to your name...
Ooi Ben Shyen. Ooi Ben Shyen. Ooi Ben Shyen.
Haha...
Ok, seriously, if you want to know about God and how to worship God unashamedly, Ooi Ben Shyen is the guy to meet.
He'll sing in front of exam halls just before exams. And answer questions from the back of the lecture theater.
Plus only Ben Shyen does this to the simulated patient in CSU during history taking in front of Doctor Juriah..
Ben Shyen: Where do you stay?
Simulated patient: Subang Jaya
Ben Shyen: Wow! Me too..What's your religion?
Simulated patient: Christian
Ben Sheyn: Praise God! (with full of enthusiasm)
(Dr Juriah comments: So unprofessional! You are not taking this seriously. Stop smilling)
And when he is asked to describe the condition of the patient:
(what we normally say is: patient is well nourished, not in any sign of pain, respiratory distress or confusion. Alert and communicative)
Ben Shyen: Patient is young. Has two eyes, pointed nose. Looks quite handsome. Seems to be friendly.
So yea, Ben Shyen...I'm done with promoting you....P.s.you owe me an actor's performace for Fri Nite :)
If you have trouble spotting him, he's the self proclaimed hairest Chinese male.
But passionate for God. Not to mention famous for singing praises to God...and himself (yea, memang tak tahu malu)...haha.
C yea ben!
On another note, I think the pipes in my apartment are the most prayed for pipes in the whole of vista. Just had a prayer meeting with housemate to pray for the pipe...haha...
But yea, really desperate for water now! Lord, when the plumber comes tomorrow, please enable everything to be fixed and running perfectly! Thank You in advance...
I'll humour you so that you'll have more hits to your name...
Ooi Ben Shyen. Ooi Ben Shyen. Ooi Ben Shyen.
Haha...
Ok, seriously, if you want to know about God and how to worship God unashamedly, Ooi Ben Shyen is the guy to meet.
He'll sing in front of exam halls just before exams. And answer questions from the back of the lecture theater.
Plus only Ben Shyen does this to the simulated patient in CSU during history taking in front of Doctor Juriah..
Ben Shyen: Where do you stay?
Simulated patient: Subang Jaya
Ben Shyen: Wow! Me too..What's your religion?
Simulated patient: Christian
Ben Sheyn: Praise God! (with full of enthusiasm)
(Dr Juriah comments: So unprofessional! You are not taking this seriously. Stop smilling)
And when he is asked to describe the condition of the patient:
(what we normally say is: patient is well nourished, not in any sign of pain, respiratory distress or confusion. Alert and communicative)
Ben Shyen: Patient is young. Has two eyes, pointed nose. Looks quite handsome. Seems to be friendly.
So yea, Ben Shyen...I'm done with promoting you....P.s.you owe me an actor's performace for Fri Nite :)
If you have trouble spotting him, he's the self proclaimed hairest Chinese male.
But passionate for God. Not to mention famous for singing praises to God...and himself (yea, memang tak tahu malu)...haha.
C yea ben!
On another note, I think the pipes in my apartment are the most prayed for pipes in the whole of vista. Just had a prayer meeting with housemate to pray for the pipe...haha...
But yea, really desperate for water now! Lord, when the plumber comes tomorrow, please enable everything to be fixed and running perfectly! Thank You in advance...
Sunday, October 09, 2005
H20 Frustrations!!!
(If u do decide to read, haha, u have to bear with my complaints..)
The main pipe that supplies all the water to my apartment has burst!! And to make matters worst, it is a in-wall pipe....and the owner is a very difficult man (to put it in nice terms)
Initially it started with just a leak, and we complained to the owner. The "smart" owner said it was just a minor problem and asked us to find the management. Fine. We got the management. Waited for the management. Two days pass. The management came. Said that it needs to be repaired by a plumber. Okay. Now we have to call plumber. Wait again. Plumber comes. Schedules a repair 4 days later. Wait. Meanwhile leak gets worst and worst, dripping down to the apartment below. Hopes they don't complain. The washing machine area is constantly flooded. Owner refuses to come and see the problem. Things we are a bunch of spoilt girls who are making petty complains.
Plumber comes with tools and everything, wants to charge RM300. To break down wall and to repair. (reasonable)
Owner (argh) disagress. Plumber angry. Leaves.
Owner suggests his own plumber. Wait another 2 days. The plumber comes. Checks and says, that he doesn't want to repair because he's not familiar with the plan of the pipes in vista. Calls owner, and the owner's own plumber said that the original plumber's charge of RM300 was reasonable. Owner now caught in own game. But doesn't want to admit it. And delays calling the original plumber. And when we complain that he should have let the original plumber do it the first time, he gives excuses that he must make sure that the plumber wasn't cheating..blah, blah, blah.
Now, owner comes. And sees the extend of the problem. Oh, did I forget to mention that my room is now flooded too? Have to mop the floor every 2 hours.....and the cupboard where the leak started through the wall is now damp.
Have very tense conversation with owner. Owner tries to find a number of other plumbers. All which are not willing to come and repair.
Owner bites own humble pie. Calls up the original plumber. Luckily the original plumber agrees to repair the pipe for RM 300. And this was saturday. Plumber can only make repairs on the following tuesday.
Meanwhile we have to turn off the main pipe, and turn it on when we need to use water, going in and out of our apartment everytime we needed water.
And mop all the leakings in the room.
Okay. Still bearable.
Until just now....the main pipe BURST!
Now, we can't even turn on the main pipe...it's 30 hours away from repairs...no water for one and a half days...
And...to make things worst, the damage is now bigger, which may amount to a higher cost...and the owner...is being very stingy!!!
He says....that we should not pay the plumber after he finishes his work, in case it leaks again. And he expects us to tell that to the plumber..Which would leave us to the plumber's warth....
And since the damage has become worst, it may cost more than RM 300....
(Owner threatens to deduct from our deposit to pay for the repairs...when the responsibility is acutally his! He's already not happy with paying RM300, we are afraid he'll ask the plumber to not do the repairs if the plumber needs to charge more....and leave us without water for even longer) and the extend of the leak maybe the whole apartment's pipes....
This whole thing has tested my patience to the max. It's one of the few times I've raised my voice on the phone (Oh yes, to chase the owner to come we had to call the owner 3 times everyday...if not, he'll just conveniently" forget")
10 days of calling a gumpy owner multiple times, 10 days of leaks everywhere...and now, waterless...
I can actually go and stay with other people, but Endo is 4 days away..I doubt I can study in another person's apartment.
Have to go to the rubbish collection's pipe to carry water into the apartment...
Argh..
I was really really frustrated and impatient over the whole water chaos. It really disurbed my concentration while studying for exams.
But even as I was complaining to mum over this water things, she said something that really made sense.
Yes, it's an inconvenience, but it's just an inconvenience. Think of others who do not even have piped water supply, the poor, those in squatters...or missionaries who go to the interiors...to bath in the river, drink unclorinated water..
Lord, I'll never take piped water forgranted again!!! :)
But Lord, please restore our water supply and may leaks not happen again in this apartment...
The main pipe that supplies all the water to my apartment has burst!! And to make matters worst, it is a in-wall pipe....and the owner is a very difficult man (to put it in nice terms)
Initially it started with just a leak, and we complained to the owner. The "smart" owner said it was just a minor problem and asked us to find the management. Fine. We got the management. Waited for the management. Two days pass. The management came. Said that it needs to be repaired by a plumber. Okay. Now we have to call plumber. Wait again. Plumber comes. Schedules a repair 4 days later. Wait. Meanwhile leak gets worst and worst, dripping down to the apartment below. Hopes they don't complain. The washing machine area is constantly flooded. Owner refuses to come and see the problem. Things we are a bunch of spoilt girls who are making petty complains.
Plumber comes with tools and everything, wants to charge RM300. To break down wall and to repair. (reasonable)
Owner (argh) disagress. Plumber angry. Leaves.
Owner suggests his own plumber. Wait another 2 days. The plumber comes. Checks and says, that he doesn't want to repair because he's not familiar with the plan of the pipes in vista. Calls owner, and the owner's own plumber said that the original plumber's charge of RM300 was reasonable. Owner now caught in own game. But doesn't want to admit it. And delays calling the original plumber. And when we complain that he should have let the original plumber do it the first time, he gives excuses that he must make sure that the plumber wasn't cheating..blah, blah, blah.
Now, owner comes. And sees the extend of the problem. Oh, did I forget to mention that my room is now flooded too? Have to mop the floor every 2 hours.....and the cupboard where the leak started through the wall is now damp.
Have very tense conversation with owner. Owner tries to find a number of other plumbers. All which are not willing to come and repair.
Owner bites own humble pie. Calls up the original plumber. Luckily the original plumber agrees to repair the pipe for RM 300. And this was saturday. Plumber can only make repairs on the following tuesday.
Meanwhile we have to turn off the main pipe, and turn it on when we need to use water, going in and out of our apartment everytime we needed water.
And mop all the leakings in the room.
Okay. Still bearable.
Until just now....the main pipe BURST!
Now, we can't even turn on the main pipe...it's 30 hours away from repairs...no water for one and a half days...
And...to make things worst, the damage is now bigger, which may amount to a higher cost...and the owner...is being very stingy!!!
He says....that we should not pay the plumber after he finishes his work, in case it leaks again. And he expects us to tell that to the plumber..Which would leave us to the plumber's warth....
And since the damage has become worst, it may cost more than RM 300....
(Owner threatens to deduct from our deposit to pay for the repairs...when the responsibility is acutally his! He's already not happy with paying RM300, we are afraid he'll ask the plumber to not do the repairs if the plumber needs to charge more....and leave us without water for even longer) and the extend of the leak maybe the whole apartment's pipes....
This whole thing has tested my patience to the max. It's one of the few times I've raised my voice on the phone (Oh yes, to chase the owner to come we had to call the owner 3 times everyday...if not, he'll just conveniently" forget")
10 days of calling a gumpy owner multiple times, 10 days of leaks everywhere...and now, waterless...
I can actually go and stay with other people, but Endo is 4 days away..I doubt I can study in another person's apartment.
Have to go to the rubbish collection's pipe to carry water into the apartment...
Argh..
I was really really frustrated and impatient over the whole water chaos. It really disurbed my concentration while studying for exams.
But even as I was complaining to mum over this water things, she said something that really made sense.
Yes, it's an inconvenience, but it's just an inconvenience. Think of others who do not even have piped water supply, the poor, those in squatters...or missionaries who go to the interiors...to bath in the river, drink unclorinated water..
Lord, I'll never take piped water forgranted again!!! :)
But Lord, please restore our water supply and may leaks not happen again in this apartment...
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Fool..
I am a fool. (Haha, laughs cynically)
Fool. Fool. Fool. Yep, a stupid, idotic fool.
Only fools think that things can be changed.
Only fools believe that lives can be transformed, even when one's own life is struggling to be transformed.
Only fools run around doing something that does not even benefit oneself.
Only fools pray for people who really make one cry.
Only fools try and fall. And stupidly try again. Only to fall again.
Only fools refuse to scumb to apathy, yet know apathy is bliss.
Only fools still believe in a system that is rotten and imperfect.
Only fools go down to streets to be rejeted.
Only fools believe that Christianity is salvagable.
Only fools try to hold on to principles that clearly do not seem to "pay out"
Only fools believe in people.
Only fools worry for others yet is helpless to do anything.
Only fools fight a losing battle.
Only fools do the most stupid things that don't get appreciated, get critized and have no results.
Only fools think to0 much.
Only fools take dating seriously and miss out on happiness, and appear desperate and get looks of sympathy.
Only fools are emotional and get labelled such.
Only fools refuse to let things rot, and get themselves involved in people's mess.
Only fools lose hope yet try to find optimism even though optimism is hard to find and then get frustrated.
Only fools care for things, people, events, circumstances that break one's heart to the max, and then wonder what's all the hearbreak all about because it's easier to just ignore and concentrate on one's own life.
Only fools bring more trouble on themselves, unneccessarily.
Only fools hope for someone who will still love and treasure them, even though clearly nobody falls for fools.
Only fools want to give up, can give up, yet won't give up, and struggle like mad to press on when they don't give up.
Only fools know they are fools yet still want to be fools.
Only fools.
Yet He was the ULTIMATE fool, in the eyes of the world, naked on the cross.
The fool,
Who didn't need to die.
Didn't need to come down, be tempted, cry, be rejected, be mocked, be misunderstood, be beaten, scorned.
Didn't need to be disappointed in twelve men joslting for the right hand seat, or betrayed for 30 pieces of silver.
Didn't need to be born in a smelly stable. Be so vulnerable.
Didn't need to see the sufferings of people. Didn't need to hurt where people hurt.
The fool, who's heart did not need to be broken when He saw people without a shephard.
The fool, who could have called legions of angels, than to have his clothes gambled for.
The fool, who risked everything, the whole church, on 11 men, one who denied him 3 times, others who fled when he hung on the cross.
The fool who didn't even have a place to rest his head. The fool who could have all the riches, glory and power. Yet, rejected all, for me.
The perfect One. Who chose to be a fool. Humble and obedient to death on the cross.
Lord, I feel like a stupid, idiotic fool.
But Lord if I'm going to be a fool, may I be a fool for You.
Fool, but a fool who loves You, and more importantly pleases You.
Hide me and remind me of Your love. For yes, I am human, who wants to be secure and accepted too... I hate to be the fool.
Yet Lord, fool for You. Not by my own strength or heart. But, because You chose to be a fool for me, first. Help me.
Fool. Fool. Fool. Yep, a stupid, idotic fool.
Only fools think that things can be changed.
Only fools believe that lives can be transformed, even when one's own life is struggling to be transformed.
Only fools run around doing something that does not even benefit oneself.
Only fools pray for people who really make one cry.
Only fools try and fall. And stupidly try again. Only to fall again.
Only fools refuse to scumb to apathy, yet know apathy is bliss.
Only fools still believe in a system that is rotten and imperfect.
Only fools go down to streets to be rejeted.
Only fools believe that Christianity is salvagable.
Only fools try to hold on to principles that clearly do not seem to "pay out"
Only fools believe in people.
Only fools worry for others yet is helpless to do anything.
Only fools fight a losing battle.
Only fools do the most stupid things that don't get appreciated, get critized and have no results.
Only fools think to0 much.
Only fools take dating seriously and miss out on happiness, and appear desperate and get looks of sympathy.
Only fools are emotional and get labelled such.
Only fools refuse to let things rot, and get themselves involved in people's mess.
Only fools lose hope yet try to find optimism even though optimism is hard to find and then get frustrated.
Only fools care for things, people, events, circumstances that break one's heart to the max, and then wonder what's all the hearbreak all about because it's easier to just ignore and concentrate on one's own life.
Only fools bring more trouble on themselves, unneccessarily.
Only fools hope for someone who will still love and treasure them, even though clearly nobody falls for fools.
Only fools want to give up, can give up, yet won't give up, and struggle like mad to press on when they don't give up.
Only fools know they are fools yet still want to be fools.
Only fools.
Yet He was the ULTIMATE fool, in the eyes of the world, naked on the cross.
The fool,
Who didn't need to die.
Didn't need to come down, be tempted, cry, be rejected, be mocked, be misunderstood, be beaten, scorned.
Didn't need to be disappointed in twelve men joslting for the right hand seat, or betrayed for 30 pieces of silver.
Didn't need to be born in a smelly stable. Be so vulnerable.
Didn't need to see the sufferings of people. Didn't need to hurt where people hurt.
The fool, who's heart did not need to be broken when He saw people without a shephard.
The fool, who could have called legions of angels, than to have his clothes gambled for.
The fool, who risked everything, the whole church, on 11 men, one who denied him 3 times, others who fled when he hung on the cross.
The fool who didn't even have a place to rest his head. The fool who could have all the riches, glory and power. Yet, rejected all, for me.
The perfect One. Who chose to be a fool. Humble and obedient to death on the cross.
Lord, I feel like a stupid, idiotic fool.
But Lord if I'm going to be a fool, may I be a fool for You.
Fool, but a fool who loves You, and more importantly pleases You.
Hide me and remind me of Your love. For yes, I am human, who wants to be secure and accepted too... I hate to be the fool.
Yet Lord, fool for You. Not by my own strength or heart. But, because You chose to be a fool for me, first. Help me.
Monday, October 03, 2005
No!
I am only one,
but still I am one.
I cannot do everything,
but I can do something.
And because I cannot do everything.
I will not refuse to do something I can do.
I will not refuse to do something I can do.
I will not refuse to do something I can do!!
Lord, do the rest! The stakes are high. Things WILL fail. And it's good!
Because I do not expect anything less than what You have promised.
And when common sense says things will fail, I thank you, because it's when You will step in and make everything succeed. According to Your plans, Your timing, Your power.
Dream dreams that is destined to fail by human wisdom, unless God intervenes. For then, His power will be made perfect in weakness. Faith. Trust. Grace.
but still I am one.
I cannot do everything,
but I can do something.
And because I cannot do everything.
I will not refuse to do something I can do.
I will not refuse to do something I can do.
I will not refuse to do something I can do!!
Lord, do the rest! The stakes are high. Things WILL fail. And it's good!
Because I do not expect anything less than what You have promised.
And when common sense says things will fail, I thank you, because it's when You will step in and make everything succeed. According to Your plans, Your timing, Your power.
Dream dreams that is destined to fail by human wisdom, unless God intervenes. For then, His power will be made perfect in weakness. Faith. Trust. Grace.
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