15 minutes

Its so easy to go to church, to go to prayer meet, to go to a spiritual event because you're.. a Christian? So you should be going to these things? And at the back of your head, you're thinking that if you don't attend these things and not take part, God is going to ask you "So did you go to church when you were alive?", "Did you go for prayer meetings and pray for those around you who are in more need than you are?", "Did you do something with the spiritual gifts I gave you?". At least that was what was in my head for the longest time. Until 15 minutes before I left for prayer meet.

I was listening to a lecture online to pass the time while waiting for Sheryl to pick me up when suddenly it dawned on me. Why do I go for these meetings anyway? A few weeks ago, even with a major climate project to hand in the next day, I still went. And another time, I had a 2000 word essay I hadn't started on, I still went. Did it make me feel any holier? More, superior than those who don't know Christ? Shamefully, I say yes. Sigh. At that point, I felt so silly for going to prayer meet. Like it would have been less silly to see a donkey walk into the Lim's place instead of me (we have our prayer meetings at the Lim's house).

So easy to make the whole Christianity thing a routine. Well, no. It shouldn't be. I realised that I cannot be going because I 'should' or I 'have to' but because I should. And I have to, out of genuine necessity to pray for others. Sheryl picked me up, and we made our way over. Usually we'd start with some songs then split into groups and pray. But today, Bernie announced we would start by praying, and then songs. Right there and then, I knew I didn't just think up all these things. Wooh I felt a huge grin spread across my face. Yes! Screw routine! =D (Don't get me wrong, routine is still good.. to some degree).

So yes. You think you have 15 minutes to spare? You never know. God could use that time to knock some sense into you.

Made it through

thinkerbell

So this is a diagram of the impact of the big tsunami that hit mainly Bandar Acheh and Phuket in 2004. Sometimes it makes me think. What if West Malaysia and the Sumatra Islands weren't there? Sarawak. Miri. would have been finished. If you think about it, we're quite shielded by Indonesia and the Philippines. Gotta count our blessings man.

yes i are back

I don't know how many people will read this after months and MONTHS of not posting anything up here =p So yes, for those of you who don't know (but I'm pretty sure you do know after all the ranting out on previous posts) I am in Perth furthering my studies in geology. long story. anyhoo, it's been great so far. Especially the part with no curfews haha. Though sometimes I miss...can I say miss?.. the need for curfews and the nagging. Gah. All part of the process I guess. Heh.

Had a hard time the first few months but then again, doesn't everyone?

Miss my family. Miss my two kids Coffee and Naboo. Miss my room. Miss having a car to drive. Miss THE WEATHER! (makes us hot and sweaty but yea, it beats freezing to death). I miss real belacan. Malaysian food here makes me wanna laugh. A stick of lousy satay that doesn't even taste like satay for RM6. Upside: chasau pau (not sure how to spell it) here is good. and DIM SUM. Puts 2020 to shame.

Oh and people are so polite here, its feels weird hearing someone say 'thank you' or 'excuse me' nicely to you. And I love that we can just lie down on any random patch of grass and no one would think you're some crazy and homeless, like what people back in Malaysia would think. lol.

Didn't think I would but I joined OCF (Overseas Christian Fellowship) and I've settled in Subiaco Church of Christ (no, they're not mormons =p) and am serving in the worship ministry. So in that department, I'm doin alright =)

and! and! I'm coming hoooooooomee!!! 20th June, here I come =D