Christmas Dinner

I think I'm making up for the long time I haven't blogged. I just wanted to complain.

So there is great music playing in the background, some really nice songs, and so I'm eating great food (partly cooked by me) and the food is good, the music is good too.

How come people cannot eat food while singing at the same time? I mean it's possible but it's not only rude but the food will not be enjoyed. Yup, that's my complaint.

I remembered something that I have been meaning to blog about. It's about my theory on the type of girls that we would come across. I remember telling Tim about it but at that time there was only two categories but I've found a third one so I shall blog about that theory soon. It's a bit Biblical so don't play, play. =D

Merry Christmas

I almost forgot!

It's almost Christmas. Blessed Merry Christmas Everybody!

reminder to self: blog about secondary school class outing and caregroup Christmas party.

p.s. forget about today's breakfast.

Historymakers 6

So bored so I thought I should start blogging about HistoryMakers 6 Camp.

I loved all the sessions and I'm glad I can still remember the gist of the messages. The first session was about all of us being made by God.

We are not prefabricated beings, we are all unique and made differently. That is why our DNA is different from everyone else. None of us are made the same. Although some characteristics can be similar, we are all still entirely different entities.

Each of us are "fearfully and wonderfully made". The word "fearfully" is not the word that we all know today, in the past it meant "respect". That means God made each of us respectfully. Simply put, each of us were made special. If I remember correctly, in the original Greek translation of the verse, the description of how we are made is the word "poema" which is the root word of "poem".

When you think about it, God "wrote" each of us like a poem, a work of art. A one of a kind piece. We are his artwork. I often complain that my New Living Translation Bible comes up with weird translations and makes the meaning of the verses different, but I like my NLT's version of the verse. It says that we are His "masterpiece".

Yup, that was the first session... At least what I remember of it.

I loved the second session because it really hit home for me. I really needed that word and I'll blog about it next time.

Prayer

Today is the first time I massaged a dead chicken to marinate it. Slimy stuff. I still can't cut off the head and the legs without laughing because it just seems so disgusting. Both my dad and I can't do it so mom had to rescue us by cutting off the unwanted parts before we could massage the chicken.

Anyway, I remember thinking of blogging some stuff but when I'm in front of the computer I forget what I want to say. So I'll blog about something that I remembered that I wanted to blog about for such a long time and hopefully everything else will come back into memory.

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I remember seeing/hearing all the horrible things happening in the world: People being abducted and kept in captivity for 19 years, whole villages swept away by natural disasters, people dying in wars and chaos.

I shook my head and wondered how such a good God would let these things happen. It was then that I think God started reminding me about the Word that has been preached and I have heard.

I remember that although God is good, this earth has become fallen. The "keys" to this earth was given to Adam and Adam gave those "keys" to Satan when Adam sinned. In effect, Satan, the devil can wreck havoc upon this earth.

Why doesn't God stop him?

It's not that God cannot stop the devil. I believe it's because men who are the rightful masters of the earth are not exercising their authority. Once we believe that we are absolved from our lifetime of sins through the death of Jesus, we are essentially taking back the "keys" because Satan has no more authority.

What should we do then?

Pray. Pray for the lands plagued by famine. Pray for the innocent people caught in the crossfire. Pray for all those who are suffering. Through prayer, God can rightfully move. The devil cannot say, "Hey, you can't do that, this is my turf."

God simply says, "Can't you hear my children praying? They have returned the authority to Me."

As God moves and sends his blessings, the devil can only try to retaliate by sending disasters. God is always the one with the first move.

2000 years ago in Bethlehem, the devil saw the heavenly activity going on and inferred that the Saviour must be coming. He did not know who or where exactly Jesus would be born so he gets the king to kill all of the young boys below the age of 2 in hopes of killing Jesus. Jesus the blessing was sent, and the devil tried to cause a disaster to "retaliate" against the greatest blessing.

33 years later, the blessing was fully manifest. He came that we might have life and life more abundantly.

Not to go out of track - pray. Pray without ceasing. There's nothing wrong with praying. It's not like every time we pray we are disadvantaged, on the contrary, good things are brought into being.

Imagine how powerful the world will be impacted if every Christian everywhere prayed for the well-being of everyone in the world even if they just did it once everyday.

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Shall update again another time. Maybe something about HM6.

Historymakers 6 was awesome!

Shall update real soon!

I'm in love...

... with another song.

Update

Just an update before leaving for about a week...

Nothing much to say...

I cooked beef stew yesterday...

It was a bit tasteless but at least it didn't give me indigestion...

After all the planning of things I would like to do after A's, I still haven't done most of them...

Hopefully I can get down to them when I get back...

Sometimes it's better not to think about things...

But when you're reminded of them then it becomes something that you can't stop thinking about...

I prefer not to think so much...

Even though it's in my nature to think so much...

The camp will be good for me...

I won't have to think so much...

I want a new guitar...

Going for camp from 18th-21st.

SAJC

I was walking home on the last day of school and like I usually do, I would take out my tie without ruining the knot so that I could easily wear it the next day. As I was about to take it out and leave the loop, I realized that I didn't have to keep the knot because I wasn't going to wear it anymore. I pulled off the tie.

That was a little bit sad as I looked at the tie dangling in my hand. Two years have passed and it seemed just like yesterday.

I remember walking down the side gate of the Malam Road Campus. It was around 6am and it was fairly dark. At first it was daunting to step into that unknown place without knowing anyone. Thank God I saw the familiar face of my secondary school classmate. That made it a little better.

Orientation was fun, I guess, I mean anything other than studying is fun to me. I will regret not being able to open up. I regret being timid. I regret not looking up.

I am so blessed to have been put in 05A12. Somehow, God always puts me in classes where He knows that I'll be able to fit in just like in secondary school. Can't wait to see everyone for the BBQ on the 22nd.

The class guys are a riot. I really enjoy hanging with them. It's a mix of a lot of different personalities and there's never a dull moment with them.

The girls are also a good mix. There's been a lot of drama and that's been interesting too. Again a lot of different personalities that created an interesting "rojak". I regret not being able to know everyone as much as I know the boys.

The ensemble, oh the ensemble. It was the people that kept me going. If not for them, I think I would have quit a long time ago. They made me feel like I belong even though I was the only Arts Faculty guy in the whole club.

The few weeks of combined GP was really something that would not have happened normally and because of it I was able to meet great people who made me feel welcome even though it was only temporary.

Thank you all for a great two years.

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Prom food was horrible. =p I'm glad mom let me use her camera. That took away the boredom. Shall update photos soon.

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Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm just making excuses. But sometimes, it feels better to make excuses.

Gosh, haven't update for so long.

Shall update real soon.