Title-less Post

I'm so proud of myself 'cos now I'm blogging regularly. But this also means I come online regularly which is not good too. I'm gonna stop coming so regularly when Promos are dead near.

Which is actually, like, now, but anyhow, I'm here already so might as well blog.

So it's a title-less post 'cos I don't really have a title for this as I'm gonna blog just about happenings and thoughts going through my mind lately.

Firstly, prayer meeting today was so awesome, God's presence was just there in the room in the midst of 12 people and I can testify today that when "two or three come together in [God's] name, there [He is] with [us]". Matthew 18:20 And for those who were there today, never give up in finding that promised land with breakthrough alright! I just looooovvve it when all of God's people come together and worship Him wholeheartedly, God never fails to turn up. Awesome God! And to think that I was worried because the previous day I had no idea what to say, but God always turns up when I cry out to Him and voila! I had an awesome time in His presence.

Secondly, Mrs Beh (my literature teacher for Pride & Prejudice) said something today that got me thinking. Haha, it's actually not some deep philosophy or anything, but she was actually trying to illustrate how it would feel like for Darcy to propose to Elizabeth so she asked us to imagine Prince William/Harry/jksldjfskd (I can't remember which) came to Pioneer Junior College and come up to one of us saying that he saw our face on facebook and wants to marry now.

To be honest I actually imagined that happening to me, and I actually thought what I would do. You know, as you grow older, the idea of the future keeps coming, and marriage is definitely one of them (don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about).

I think most girls would definitely wanna marry a rich guy so we girls don't needa work for the rest of our lives and play mahjong with ten gold rings on our ten fingers, watied on hand and foot. Discover the taitai in you!

But when I put myself in that situation when Prince jksldjfskd wants to propose to me (LOL I can't believe I actually imagined the whole thing out), I would say a straight 'NO'. Because the first thing that would come into my mind would be 'I can't go to church anymore', and then 'What about my family?' and "I won't be able to stay with my parents anymore" and "I won't ever learn how to drive 'cos I will have a chauffeur" and "I won't be able to praise God freely at home any longer" and "I won't be able to see my brothers and sisters in Christ as frequent any more".

So who cares about Prince jksldjfskd? I wanna live my life the way God planned it out to be. :D

Monday Blues

Which of you got fooled by my really (x100) post huh? Own up own up!

I admit I'm not a faitful a blogger as some are, but at least I try. Aren't I blogging right now? And it's not even a month yet!

Well I'm here to say my thoughts about Monday Blues, what most of us have when Monday comes.

Actually if you come to think of it, Sunday has a different feel to it too. Maybe it's only at my house but come Sunday, everything just feels so Sunday-ish. If you get what I mean please comment. But you just know that it's a Sunday, and the next day will be a Monday. Maybe it's 'cos of the Sunday Night Movie on Channel 5 that contributes, or maybe even the fact where everything just feels so Sunday.

So, the next day is Monday.

And everybody, on the train to work and to school, is quiet.

Sometimes, if you notice, you see their downturned mouths, their furrowed brows while they try to take forty winks while the train moves steadily down the track. (And if look even more carefully, you can see the oily scalp prints against the clear window thingys at the side. EWWWW)

Monday Blues strike again. Everybody's wanting to be anywhere but here.

The train stops at Yew Tee MRT station, the woman's warm voice, which contrasts so much with the mood at that time, announces the arrival and Miss Kon steps in light-footed, light-hearted and humming a praise song tune she sung last Saturday in youth group at church (Song: Only One for Me). Her face is different from the rest, not frowning, not complianing, but actually looking forward to go to school. She'd just heard from God the previous night and now, refreshed by His word, was all set for that week's challanges. Monday Blues, Yellows, Reds, Whites or Blacks don't bother her at all.

Her focus is on God.

I always tell myself I have the joy of the Lord, and He provides according to His glorious riches, and strength is definitely one of His provisions. So, you know, when Monday comes, it's hard being joyful when the mood is somber and everybody's not smiling. But when the focus is on God, it takes my vision off my surroundings and onto Him. It's so much easier, I feel so much stronger and revived to start this week together with Him.

Gosh, I'm so glad I have God.

FINALLY

Finally... a new post!

Hahaha I'm so so sorry everyone. I know how it feels like to go somebody's blog and see the same:

really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really

everytime you come and get sick and tired of it alreally - i mean already.

So. Nothing much to say, this post just to tell you guys that I've been really really really really (haha) busy this few weeks with tests and all. So took some time out to actually blog today.

P.S. Just wanna thank all YOU GUYS for tagging/commenting/whatever else 'cos you guys really do make my day! Haha thank God for you guys!

Stand Tall and Stand Proud!

Just half a year into blogging and I've realised how difficult it is to maintain a blog and understand why people just stop blogging. It's not that it's a burden or extra to do, it's just difficult to maintain. I wonder if I'll ever stop blogging one day. Hmm.

Well, I'm off topic again.

People make good-natured fun of each other when we don't meet up to 'ideal standards' and therefore, many times, my height gets poked fun at. Yea for your information I'm 155cm ever since ever. But in actual fact, I don't really mind 'cos I think the worse off people are those who are tall.

I've come across some really tall people in my life and if you do notice carefully, these tall people always have a tendency to hunch or slouch. I don't know for sure but it seems to me that tall people just don't like all the attention that they're getting.

But then again, there are tall people who are really confident of themselves; they are able to stand tall and accept the fact that they are tall. Have you ever seen Yao Ming slouching?

My point is, that no matter what you have, be content with it. The grass is always greener on the other side, for the whole of your life. Quote Pastor Daniel: Girls with naturally straight hair wants to perm their hair, girls with naturally curly hair want to rebond their hair. And from my point of view, people who are short forever want to become tall and people who are tall hate the uneccessary attention that comes with it. People in this school forever wanna be in another school, people with sisters always want brothers and people with younger brothers always want an older brother. People who are single wanna get married and people who are married wanna become single again.

People who are not happy with their faces wanna go for plastic surgery and people who are not happy with their skin color, bleach it. In the end, they end up like Micheal Jackson, his body is falling apart. (Nobody talks about him now, you've realised. The last time I heard his name was at the canteen's drink stall where they sell chin chow mixed with soya bean and named it after him. Go figure.)

Yea, you get the picture.

I was once like that before, I always told everybody that my ideal height would be 165cm, but I'm past that stage now. Being 155cm is part of my identity, it's what makes me, me. Can you imagine Miss Kon being 165cm? It just won't be the same.

So, be happy with what you have, God made you in His own image and if you change any of that, you're telling Him that His standards are not good enough.

So take it from Yao Ming, accept who you are and make the best out of it. It's called self-esteem.

P.S.
Lengthiest post in the longest time, sorry if it's a bit boring but yea, that's what's on my mind recently. -Gasp- I've just realised that it's been almost a month since I've posted. Real sorry! And, also, am wondering is my blog too boring with all words and no pictures (except of the spastic one of me on the top right corner, haha). Shall do a picture post soon!