my lame brother. (how many times have i used this title?)

See, I'm not so OCD after all.

They're all different sizes.

*bangga*


*edit*

zhen qi cooked maggi mee!

For me.

Didn't take a photo, but it looked something like this.
Maybe with a few differences.
...K, maybe many differences. Haha. (for one, no veggie! Yay!)

Ah.

Am in my final year. Former Justice Gordon Law said on Monday that by the process of law school, we're supposed to become master wordsmiths, masters of reasonableness, dealing with this product called "words". 

One thing he said struck me, simply because it was so true:

Would be nice to sit down and read a novel instead, wouldn't it?

It would be nice. 

Instead of reading journals, cases, and textbooks, I really would like to sit down and read something non-legal.

But then again, he said:

You're not normal people. 

You've had your brains scrambled.

You will leave law school forever changed.

Again, so true. 

I will never look at a car accident or read the papers the same way again.

So that's why...

When I go home, I'm gonna just sit at home, watch a cartoon like Phineas and Ferb, and not talk, or talk nonsense all day. Which, I'm (thankfully) quite good at. Haha!

The Fast and the Phineas. HAHA!
But seriously, this is one cartoon everyone should watch.

Also, I'm thinking about my six-year-old motto:

I will be a lawyer. Period.

So what happens once I'm a lawyer?


*edit*

do not let your hearts be troubled.

"Let not your heart be troubled. 

Trust in God; trust also in Me.

In my Father's house are many mansions; 

If it were not so,

I would have told you. 

I go to prepare a place for you.

And if I go and prepare a place for you,

I will come back and receive you to Myself; 

that where I am, there you may be also.

And where I go you know,

and the way, you know."

riddle!

Man calls it an accident; God calls it an abomination.
Man calls it a blunder; God calls it a blight.
Man calls it a defect; God calls it a disease.
Man calls it a chance; God calls it a choice.
Man calls it an error; God calls it an enmity.
Man calls it a fascination; God calls it a fatality.
Man calls it an infirmity; God calls it an iniquity.
Man calls it a luxury; God calls it a leprosy.
Man calls it a liberty; God calls it lawlessness.
Man calls it a trifle; God calls it a tragedy.
Man calls it a mistake; God calls it a madness.
Man calls it a weakness; God calls it a wilfulness.

What is it?

again.

Again.

Esmond said every time he steps into USM, it's so painful it feels like someone died.

Like all that's left are memories.

I can relate.

Waving at you from where I am, Raymond.

=)

memories are hard to leave behind. 
if we take them along, but continue walking,
i suppose we're doing okay.
let's not forget to pray for those who need it.


you better keep that asam pedas up there, friend.
cuz i will eat it. 
and when i do, it better not be basi!

running on adrenaline.

It's that time of the year again. That time of the year when I walk around looking really tired but still somehow manage to get things done, because I'm running on adrenaline.

D. E. Hoste, Hudson Taylor's successor once asked Hudson how he could overcome the wandering mind during prayer. Among other things, Hudson told him to allow his body enough rest. 

This also reminded me of something Melissa (Chin) said about a doctor who worked long hours - 

"You can't run on adrenaline, because then you make mistakes."

If anyone asked me what I learned most in my term as President, I think it would surprise some people that I wouldn't talk about how I learned to organize people and things, how I learned patience, how I learned that people are not robots that can easily be told to do this or that.

I did learn all of that, in greater measures than I ever imagined or maybe... wanted. Haha. (Now that I've learned them, I want them la. Haha.)

Above all, I learned to ask for help.

People like to call me a superwoman, but I'm not. 

I'm really not. 

I know the difference between working with passion, and working on adrenaline. 

And today, my body tells me that I am slightly overworked. 

I'm still working on asking for help, because the natural thing to do seems to be to do everything myself when things get messy. 

I'm learning to help other people help me. 

Sometimes that takes more work than doing things myself, but then... was it ever just about work?

It came as a sort of surprise today that I was able to tell Evelyn (paraphrased):

It's not my work, it's His.

So, Father - it's Your responsibility.

You carry it out.

I'll work with what You give me.

The greatest line from church today, which I think baffles the world:

The fruit of the Spirit is

love, joy, peace,

patience, kindness, goodness,

faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.

Self-control helps you say that it is ok not to be in control.

Because God is in control.

Doing the Lord's work doesn't mean I become a superhuman.

It just means there will be strength from above. 

In the meantime, the weak body shall rest to refresh the willing spirit.

Father, 

Your will be done. 

On earth, 

as it is in heaven.

Amen.

because sometimes it helps to laugh.

 

 

I forgot when I learned to laugh at myself,

but life has been better ever since.

work.

I have more work now than when I was working.

Have actually been very, very frustrated and stressed out for the past two weeks. 

I shared at The Plan 11 - 

"I know I should feel like work is getting in the way of CF [Christian Fellowship]. So why do I feel like CF is getting in the way of work?"

The past few days have been especially stressful for me, and I felt like pulling my hair a number of times. 

I don't like getting irritated with people, and here I was getting very irritated.

I don't like feeling like scolding someone, and here I was feeling like giving someone a good scolding.

Everything wasn't as it should be, time is short, and I knew it.

Today, I read:

"God will never fail! Every need will be abundantly met, if not through one channel, then through another. The work is the Lord's."

The work is the Lord's!

That really broke me. 

Work, work, work. I've been so obsessed with work that I think everything I do is mine. Mine to work at, mine to keep, mine to delegate, mine to oversee, mine to cry over, mine to ensure success of.

But the work is the Lord's. I'm just someone with the privilege of being a part of it. 

And two pages later:

"Unless he [the leader] is constantly and faithfully wrestling in the heavenlies with the powers of darkness, there is real danger of his becoming involved in wrestling with his colleagues."

Indeed. 

I have been unfaithful. How can I now condemn others?

Father, 

take what is Yours.

It is safer in Your hands.