Are You Ready?



Got this clip from Matthew's blog.

What a mighty wake-up call. The fear of the Lord struck me so strongly; as though someone had just poured a bucket of cold water over me.

A short clip nonetheless - but yet one that is packed with such powerful punches.

Really ought to examine our heart carefully.

Not everyone who says to Me, "Lord, Lord," shall enter the kingdom of heaven, but he who does the will of My Father in heaven.

Many will say to Me in that day, "Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in Your name, cast out demons in Your name, and done many wonders in Your name?"

And then I will declare to them, "I never knew you; depart from Me, you who practice lawlessness!"

Matt 7: 21 - 23 (NKJV)

Do not be deceived, God is not mocked;
for whatever a man sows, that he will also reap.

Gal 6: 7 (NKJV)

When's the last time you had a breathtaking encounter with Him, touched by His Spirit, and not bearing to leave your prayer closet?

When's the last time you soaked in His Presence, basked under His love, and felt His idyllic peace deeply embedded and immersed in your soul?

How about having His Spirit connecting with yours, bringing you assurance, comfort, and joy?

Have you ever felt the way His Spirit suddenly manifesting in you, strengthening and touching you in a oh-so-tangible way that rendered you utterly amazed and awed speechless?

When is the last time you waited humbly and hungered ravenously for His presence, knowing jolly-well in your heart that what you're experiencing and feeling right now, is not His best yet?

How about lingering lovingly and willingly in His presence, yearning for just even one more touch from heaven?

But from there you will seek the LORD your God, and you will find Him if you seek Him with all your heart and with all your soul.

Deuteronomy 4: 29 (NKJV)

Put aside your calling and ministry just for a mere moment, and ponder over this honestly:

WHEN'S THE LAST TIME YOU ALLOWED ALL THESE - THAT I'VE MENTIONED ABOVE - TO HAPPEN?

We might be doing His Works, but are we carrying it out in a way that is pleasing to Him? Is there approval beaming out from His loving eyes as He looks on upon us? Or are we doing it out of obligation and expectations? Out of pride and absorbant self-image?

We may call upon His Name, but do we know Him personally?

Is your heart walking right before Him? Are you crucifying your flesh, or are you ravishing it?

Examine your heart.

I just did. =)

P.S. I certainly have no wish to be among the ones who got left behind. How terribly frightening, isn't it?

OH MY TIAN!!!


Pertaining to my blog entry entitled "My First Week In Campus", dated 19th August 2006 (Sunday), I made a shockingly astounishing discovery that, by right, should warrant me a modest Nobel Prize:








INTERNAL! SHUTTLE! BUS! C! TRAVELS! PASS! THE! FACULTY! OF! SCIENCE!!! !!! !!!



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Man, I feel downright dumb. Somebody throw me a knife.
(-_-")

The Five Love Languages

My primary love language is probably
Quality Time
with a secondary love language being
Physical Touch.

Complete set of results

Quality Time:		9
Physical Touch:		8
Acts of Service:		7
Receiving Gifts:		3
Words of Affirmation:		3

Information

Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.

Take the quiz



Indeed, I do value quality time very highly. If you ask me, communication is THE main bridge that connects two people together, and THE main foundation on which strong relationships are built upon.

We can give without loving, but we can never truly love without giving. How can love be nurtured and maintained when one or both party are not willing to invest time to engage and understand each other better? How can anyone so claim to love when he/she is not even making time for the significant other?

One thing for certain - I definitely don't believe in telepathy.


Physical touch. It never fails to melt my heart whenever I catch sight of aged couples, with wrinkling skin and graying hair, still gently holding hands and gazing into each others' eyes lovingly after decades of marriage. Enough said. The mere image conjured by this sentence alone is powerful enough.
=)


Gifts and words of affirmation are not placed high in my priority list. Love, in my humble opinion, can never be measured materially. Gifts that are handmade and loaded with sincerity, efforts, and tender love are, of course, a totally different matter.

And people nowadays are so careless with their words. The word "love" is sooo mightly overused and tremendously under-estimated.

"I love to sleep."
"I love you."

What? Does this indirectly translated into that you love me as much, and as deeply, as you love your sleep?


See what I mean?


So don't heap and bombard your loved ones with expensive gifts or "I love you"s. Occasionally is fine, but don't smugly assume that that's all there is to it (fat hope). If love is so easy, then it is not real love. If love is so easy, Jesus would not need to die on the cross for us.

Rather, replace gifts and words of affirmation with acts of service. Surely actions speak louder than words. A simple act can travel a long mile and do wonders.

Do things that you would normally not do - even the little things which may seem insignificant.. Help him/her clean up his/her dog poo. Cook his/her favourite dishes. Make him/her a personal, handmade gift for special occasions. Bake him/her a humble cake. Aid in solving his/her problems. Render sound advices and honest opinions. Lend him/her your ears and shoulders. Speak encouragingly when the situation calls for it. Rebuke tenderly when the need arises. Surprise him/her with a, well, surprise.


Afterall, love is ultimately about sacrifices.

I THINK I THINK TOO MUCH... (Pun intended)


So anyway, there I was, coughing lightly on the bus on this sweltering, late Friday afternoon, when the guy seated next to me suavely flashed his Smith mints and inquired, "Here, you want some mints?"

"Errmmm... No, thank you." I replied automatically.

"You sure?" came the reply.

"Yep, but thanks anyway." I affirmed and returned his kindness with a smile.



All of a sudden, I was sharply reminded of the infamous Smith mints commercials, all of which always involving the male lead popping one of the mints into his mouth to freshen his breath before the steamy act of... ahem... sharing saliva with his ahem - ahem.


Ahem! I'm perfectly aware that Mr. Gentleman was merely just being, well, gentlemen-ly, but I can't help feeling tickled in my ribs. The thought of how lame a pick-up line it would be (that is, if intended to be one) kept me amused for the whole of that day.


I seriously think I have a way too active brain and an imagination twice as fertile.
Not that I'm complaining, of course.
I like it that way, honestly.




P.S. Smith mints, anyone? *blinks innocently*

MY FIRST WEEK IN CAMPUS


Surprisingly - for a typical, directionally-challenged girl who is capable of losing her way even in the heartlands - I did not encounter much difficulty adapting to the new, humongous campus environment; except for the 1st day of school on Monday, when I had trouble locating LT32 for my very 1st lecture.

So confident and pleased was I in my so-called "unexpected ingeniousness" that I started to take it for granted. After finishing my Reason and Persuasion lecture at the Faculty of Arts & Social Science on Friday, I decided to try a new route back to the Faculty of Science for my next lecture.

From the Faculty of Arts & Social Science, I took the Internal Shuttle Bus C back to Yusof Ishak House, where I alighted. After waiting (super-duper long) for either Bus 95 or Internal Shuttle Bus A2 to ferry me back to Faculty of Science, my sparkling and lovely eyes spotted Bus 151 coming my way. Recalling that I had seen Bus 151 somewhere (but regrettably, don't know where) - and plus the fact that my next lecture starts in a mere 10mins time - I boarded it without much delibration.


Wonder of wonders, Voila!
Before I knew it, the freaking bus EXITED right out of NUS.
(!!! !!! !!!)


What! on! earth! was! I! thinking!!!


Thus, I was late for my lecture by a grand 20mins; that is, after I made a successful detour into campus and, finally, expertly navigated my way back to the Faculty of Science.



It's times like this when I wish dearly for the ability to teleport.

(-_-")

MY TUMMYACHE DAYS...


It's official. (!!!)

CM1101 Principles of Modern Chemistry ........................ 27/11/2006 (Mon), PM
CM1111 Basic Inorganic Chemistry .............................. 29/11/2006 (Wed), PM
MA1421 Basic Applied Mathematics for Sciences ............ 05/12/2006 (Tues), PM
PR1301 Complementary Medicine & Health ................... 25/11/2006 (Sat), AM
PH1101E Reason and Persuasion ................................. 04/12/2006 (Mon), AM
SSA2211 The Evolution of a Global City-State ............... 01/12/2006 (Fri), PM


Unless there is/are tutorial timeslot clash(es), resulting in me dropping 1 or more of the above-mentioned modules; these are the ones that I will be taking for Semester 1 and the examination dates are as stated above.

Was consolidating my schedule [horrors!!! We have to plan our own timetable on top of the exorbitant tuition fees!!!] when the examination dates caught my dainty and pretty eyes. Isn't it amazing how as one advances on in education, the academic terms seem to shrink and become shorter and shorter?

Can't believe that my first paper is slanted to be on the 27th of November, which is just a mere 3.5 months away.
*agapes*

It's back to a dismal lifestyle of nerdy mugging, I suppose.
Bleah!

And it'll be another 3.5 months before the oh-so-familiar "pre-examination syndromes" come visiting me again. A stomach of brick and lead, butterflies, stomache, nausea, diarrhoea, blahblahblah - you name it, I'll experience it a couple of hours before the commencement of each and every paper. Boohoohoo...

I don't like examination periods.
*sulks* *pouts*



*and bleah!!!*

STAR-STRUCK? NAH...


Cindy and I were strolling out of FoS on this hot and sweltering Friday afternoon, having just been dismissed from a briefing on our degree major(s) and minor(s). Typical to the female species of homo sapien, both of us were chatting animatedly when she, all of a sudden, let off an exuberent exclamation.

"LOOK!!!! Is that him??!!" She screeched agitatedly, pointing to a guy in front of us with her left hand, and her right clutching my left elbow.

I glanced ahead casually. The guy in question was talking on his handphone; holdng his mobile up against his ear in his right hand. Coincidentally, he was waving his friend off at the bus-stop and thus, I managed to catch a fleeting glimpse of his right face; albeit only the top part (that is, from eyes upwards), as the lower half was covered by his arm.

"No la... This is NUS leh... It's just somebody who looks like him. Probably it's the eyes and hairstyle. And anyway, he doesn't look this short on television." I muttered nonchalantly.

"No, it's really HIM!!! He turned around earlier, and I saw his face. They look too uncannily alike. It's him; 100% guarantee." Cindy insisted firmly.

"No la. Since when is he so short and stocky?" And I carried on to mumble something unwise about his height, albeit it's genuinely from the bottom of my heart.


And so, the two of us continued walking behind him, debating between ourselves on whether is he really whom we are talking about. We were, of course, not tailing or stalking him, mind you. It just so happened that we were walking on the same walkway, and in the same direction, as he was.

Pretty soon, the pathway splits into an intersection. Making a left turn in the direction of the faculty canteen, he looked back and threw us a quick, cursory glance.

"It's HIM!!" Cindy whispered surreptitiously out of the corner of her mouth, all the time trying to maintain her poise and not appear too overly-excited. We are, afterall, going onto varsity and no longer elementary kids. But man, from the vibes, I can certainly tell for sure that she's ebullient.

"Ya lah... You win. I absolutely have no idea he's of this height. I expected him to be tall, lanky, and gangly." I breathed back, and stole a peek at him stealthily. (It's not that I'm man-crazy, ok? But, hello??!! It's not everyday that a celebrity walks 1 meter ahead of you, right???)

Following which, the both of us - being diligently hard at work in keeping up our act of imperturbability and equanimity - then coolly turned to the right of the intersection and crossed the zebra-crossing; all the time speculating excitedly under our breath on whether is Hong Jun Yang enrolling into Faculty of Science. Or even better, perhaps he is going to be our prospective coursemate.


Gosh, can you imagine studying in the same LT as he is? If luck has her way, we might even have a chance of being group-mates.
If so, I'll definitely pester him to croon at least a song to me. Having a nationally-renowned songbird singing live, and me being the one and only audience, how cool is that?! *beams*


P.S. I honestly hope that he did not overhear my candid and upfront comments to Cindy about his height though. How intelligent of me to shoot my mouth off when he's just a mere meter ahead from me. Duh...

HOW TRUE


Was, as usual, visiting blogs when I spotted this interesting entry:


THINGS THAT YOU WILL NEVER EVER HEAR FROM A WORLD CUP COMMENTATOR:

1) "This game is proudly sponsored by Kotex."

2) "Look at those shapely thighs! And oh gosh, aren't the washboard abs absolutely jaw-dropping??!!"

3) "It's not about winning or losing. It's all about fostering friendship, making new ones, and having fun!"

4) "Gosh! Don't the guys look manly and macho when they're all covered in sweat?"

5) "How I wish he'll take off his jersey and hug me like he does to his teammates!"

6) "Yawn... What's the kick in watching twenty-plus grown ups running around a football pitch chasing after a ball?"

7) "Cool beans! Look at that big tummy of his!"

8) "Alamak! How can red card one? Referee kelong ah!!!"


and last but not least (I've been kind enough to save the best for the last),


9) "And now, let us bring our hands together and welcome the team from Singapore!!!"



Haha!!!

TO: THE STUPID-EST CREATURES ON EARTH


I seriously don't like lizards.
I simply loath them with a fervent passion.
Ditto.

From the crown of its head right down to the ends of its tail, I simply can't bring myself to nurture a tiny, weeny bit of affection for the grotesque, miserable, and disgusting creatures. Apart from gobbering down pesky insects and blood-thirsty mosquitoes, trying to think of another good reason to justify their mere existence proves downright challenging. (No, leaving its footprints all over the walls of my house or dropping onto people's head when they lose their footing certainly do NOT constitute as good points).

Eat insects?
Frogs carry out the noble task too. And the best part is we are able to make Tian Ji Zhou (Frog legs congee, for those Han Yu Ping Yin-challenged) out of our croaky and tasty friends.

Lizard meat?
Please, for goodness sake. Spare me.
*pui*

And to my deepest disgust, 2 lizards have been sighted in the house for this week alone.
1 of them was enjoying the luxury of crawling all over the floor (The audacity!!! What does it think it is, competing with me for walking space!!??) until Mum spotted it. Frightened out of its wits, the bloke scurried for its dear life with its tail between its legs and found refuge in, of all places, MY ROOM!!

Sigh.

I had severe insomnia that very night.
=(

Thankfully, the same lizard was seen hiding behind the door of the master bedroom's the following morning. After successfully cajoling Dad into showing the offending lizard who's boss (Dad was about to leave for work), the ingenious me stepped, no, sorry, I meant climbed onto my brother's bed and sought safety there.

A couple of sprays of insecticides later, and with the help of a mighty broomstick, the dazzled lizard was flung out of the window from a height of 12 storey. And of course, pitiful as the poor lizard (tsk tsk tsk) may sound, it failed to score any sympathy points from me - the ardent anti-lizard advocate whose personal motto and modus operandi is, "All lizards are pathetic, and pathetic lizards deserve no pity.".

Kudos to super-hero Dads who yield broomsticks and insecticide cans!!!


The second lizard is, to date, still hiding and sneakily lurking around somewhere in my brother's room. Being the smart chick that I've always been (and, indubitably, still am), my bedroom door has been kept tightly closed since then.
I honestly hope that the lizard starves to death and rot in my brother's room.
*keeping my fingers crossed*


Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, or rather, one who encounters her nemesis.
Now you know I'm not exactly quite an angel, though I frequently declare otherwise at least once per day.
(=