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On Saturday, we were, as usual, fellowshipping around our seats while waiting for service to start. Among other things, we were gushing about the upcoming matrimony, and Zhi Wei, who was seated beside me, nearly fell off his chair when I told him that the event is in a mere week's time. He threw me an unbelieving don't-bluff-me-I-know-you're-bluffing-me-right look, turned to the right, and reconfirmed with Kelvin Lim, who affirmed with a solemn nod. Gosh, I think Zhi Wei has been living in his own world all these while. Haha!
Anyway, the funnyman Zhi Wei suddenly asked a not-so-innocent question, "Will there be any shuttle bus to bring us back to Expo after the matrimony?" Xiao Wei, who was seated in the row in front of us, caught that and threatened jokingly, saying that she will ask Wen Hui (who will be leading us for the next few weeks) to disciple him. I quipped on excitedly, "Great idea!!! Perhaps we can collect a S$2.00 transportation fee per head. We can charge the leaders at S$3.00 each, since most of them are already working, and are probably richer, with fatter wallets. The profit earned can either be split among the members, or go into the Cell Group Fund!!!" Xiao Wei rolled her eyes, pointed her finger at me, and stated, "You too!!! Discipleship!"
Anyway, it's the 1st of Jan, 2007. Gosh, 2007!!! I'm already unofficially (I've not had my 2007 birthday yet, hor) 21!!! Oh my goodness... I'm aging - and at a rather fast pace at that. 4 more years to go - I want to get married before I hit 25! And I want to have 3 dozen children! Hohoho!
I seriously think that time really fly. I can still remember groaning miserably and lamenting with grief about the then upcoming 2006, the year when I'll hit the big 20s (no more 10s, liao. How sad! What a tragedy!). And now, I'm already going on to 21. Gosh gosh gosh...
I've been having such disturbed sleep lately. Either I'm dreaming of dreams that I'm not supposed to dream about, or I'm having weird and nasty dreams. Just yesterday, I dreamt that I was holding a medical slip in my hands. I tore off the sides, and unfolded the medical slip. Typed neatly on the top right hand corner, is "CONDITION TYPE: Chronic". In another sentence at a lower center part of the medical slip is written, "MEDICAL CONDITION: Chronic Diabetes", and "PROGNOSIS: Approximately 1 month left". OH MY GOODNESS!!! (and dreams are so illogical. With such rapid advancement of medical technology, since when is diabetes considered terminal? Geez...)
The impact hit me in full force. 1 month left - and I'm only 20, going on to 21!!! I've not really lived life yet, and have not embarked on a real journey yet! Even in my dream, I could feel blood draining off my face, and I felt the wind knocked out of me. I could feel the disbelief, while the rational voice inside me keeps telling me to accept the irrefutable facts, and not delude myself.
The next thing I remember, is crying on someone's shoulder. The best part is, I can't remember who is that guy in my dream. I only remember telling him to keep it a secret for me, while letting me grief for this one last time - after which I will make the absolute best out of my remaining 1 month left on earth and not grief about my death sentence anymore - but to fight a good battle, hold out as long as I possibly can, and do something impacting and benefiting to people around me, like Morrie Schwartz. And man, did I cry and wail and bawl! Even in my dream, I could feel the sorrow.
While crying, a thousand and one thoughts just crossed my mind. There's still so much I want to do. I want to grow up and be a working adult. I want to graduate, start teaching, and impact the life of my students. I want to get attached, be blissfully married, experience the joy of being pregnant, have children of my own, and be a dutiful and submissive wife and spouse. I want to walk down the aisle with the man whom God has prepared for me - with whom we'll go through thick and thin, ups and down together as one flesh. I want to be his personal "cheerleader" and "ego-boaster" as my Significant Other goes around planting churches and preaching the gospel. I want to build a home that's overflowing with love - one which my Significant Other looks eagerly to coming home to; the simple and humble fares of home-cooked meals, the joyous melody of our children's laughter, and us drifting off to dreamland in each other's arms lovingly. I want to build orphanages and children's homes, sponsor some stricken children from 3rd world countries, put food on their dining table, and put the little under-privileged kids through school.
I realized, while I was crying on his shoulder, that for the past 2 years plus since I've got saved, I've not done much for His Kingdom. Not enough.
And I realized, I don't want to go home with the Father so early. There are still loads of things I want to contribute, do, experience, and achieve.
Time is short, and wise is the man who learns to number his days.
The Beautiful Side to Each Person
Leaping Terrorist Lizards
Going to be a Nun Soon
Row Row Row Your Boat
Bittersweet
Pause. Think. Reflect. Act.
Understand
Psycho
Five Love Languages
On Saturday, we were, as usual, fellowshipping around our seats while waiting for service to start. Among other things, we were gushing about the upcoming matrimony, and Zhi Wei, who was seated beside me, nearly fell off his chair when I told him that the event is in a mere week's time. He threw me an unbelieving don't-bluff-me-I-know-you're-bluffing-me-right look, turned to the right, and reconfirmed with Kelvin Lim, who affirmed with a solemn nod. Gosh, I think Zhi Wei has been living in his own world all these while. Haha!
Anyway, the funnyman Zhi Wei suddenly asked a not-so-innocent question, "Will there be any shuttle bus to bring us back to Expo after the matrimony?" Xiao Wei, who was seated in the row in front of us, caught that and threatened jokingly, saying that she will ask Wen Hui (who will be leading us for the next few weeks) to disciple him. I quipped on excitedly, "Great idea!!! Perhaps we can collect a S$2.00 transportation fee per head. We can charge the leaders at S$3.00 each, since most of them are already working, and are probably richer, with fatter wallets. The profit earned can either be split among the members, or go into the Cell Group Fund!!!" Xiao Wei rolled her eyes, pointed her finger at me, and stated, "You too!!! Discipleship!"
Anyway, it's the 1st of Jan, 2007. Gosh, 2007!!! I'm already unofficially (I've not had my 2007 birthday yet, hor) 21!!! Oh my goodness... I'm aging - and at a rather fast pace at that. 4 more years to go - I want to get married before I hit 25! And I want to have 3 dozen children! Hohoho!
I seriously think that time really fly. I can still remember groaning miserably and lamenting with grief about the then upcoming 2006, the year when I'll hit the big 20s (no more 10s, liao. How sad! What a tragedy!). And now, I'm already going on to 21. Gosh gosh gosh...
I've been having such disturbed sleep lately. Either I'm dreaming of dreams that I'm not supposed to dream about, or I'm having weird and nasty dreams. Just yesterday, I dreamt that I was holding a medical slip in my hands. I tore off the sides, and unfolded the medical slip. Typed neatly on the top right hand corner, is "CONDITION TYPE: Chronic". In another sentence at a lower center part of the medical slip is written, "MEDICAL CONDITION: Chronic Diabetes", and "PROGNOSIS: Approximately 1 month left". OH MY GOODNESS!!! (and dreams are so illogical. With such rapid advancement of medical technology, since when is diabetes considered terminal? Geez...)
The impact hit me in full force. 1 month left - and I'm only 20, going on to 21!!! I've not really lived life yet, and have not embarked on a real journey yet! Even in my dream, I could feel blood draining off my face, and I felt the wind knocked out of me. I could feel the disbelief, while the rational voice inside me keeps telling me to accept the irrefutable facts, and not delude myself.
The next thing I remember, is crying on someone's shoulder. The best part is, I can't remember who is that guy in my dream. I only remember telling him to keep it a secret for me, while letting me grief for this one last time - after which I will make the absolute best out of my remaining 1 month left on earth and not grief about my death sentence anymore - but to fight a good battle, hold out as long as I possibly can, and do something impacting and benefiting to people around me, like Morrie Schwartz. And man, did I cry and wail and bawl! Even in my dream, I could feel the sorrow.
While crying, a thousand and one thoughts just crossed my mind. There's still so much I want to do. I want to grow up and be a working adult. I want to graduate, start teaching, and impact the life of my students. I want to get attached, be blissfully married, experience the joy of being pregnant, have children of my own, and be a dutiful and submissive wife and spouse. I want to walk down the aisle with the man whom God has prepared for me - with whom we'll go through thick and thin, ups and down together as one flesh. I want to be his personal "cheerleader" and "ego-boaster" as my Significant Other goes around planting churches and preaching the gospel. I want to build a home that's overflowing with love - one which my Significant Other looks eagerly to coming home to; the simple and humble fares of home-cooked meals, the joyous melody of our children's laughter, and us drifting off to dreamland in each other's arms lovingly. I want to build orphanages and children's homes, sponsor some stricken children from 3rd world countries, put food on their dining table, and put the little under-privileged kids through school.
I realized, while I was crying on his shoulder, that for the past 2 years plus since I've got saved, I've not done much for His Kingdom. Not enough.
And I realized, I don't want to go home with the Father so early. There are still loads of things I want to contribute, do, experience, and achieve.
Time is short, and wise is the man who learns to number his days.
The Beautiful Side to Each Person
Leaping Terrorist Lizards
Going to be a Nun Soon
Row Row Row Your Boat
Bittersweet
Pause. Think. Reflect. Act.
Understand
Psycho
Five Love Languages
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