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Rachel

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Friday, March 31, 2006

Woman of Prayer.
Woman of Faith.

All your prayers will be answered. Every word shall be honoured. The devil will fall at your feet because you are Christ's Royal Priest.

Thursday, March 30, 2006

I compartmentalise my life really well, to the point I sometimes wonder which little hole signifies me. I don't know if this is a good thing. Both.

My God supplies all my needs according to His riches in glory. He is able to make all grace abound toward me, that I, always having all sufficiency in all things, may have an abundance for every good work.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

My Sociology lecturer has no qualms about outrightly showing his dissatisfaction with the Science students. He goes on and on about them during lectures. Below is a preview of what he is capable of doing. (An abstract from his blog)

some simple explanations for chim words:

Antibody: against everyone > >
Artery: the study of fine paintings > >
Bacteria: back door to a cafeteria > >
Caesarean section: a district in Rome > >
Cardiology: advanced study of poker playing > >
Coma: a punctuation mark > >
Dilate: to live longer > >
Genes: blue denim slacks > >
Haemorrhoid: a male from outer space > >
Impotent: distinguished, well-known > >
Labour pain: hurt at work > >
Organ Transplant: what you do to your piano when you move > >
Protein: in favour of young people > >
Red blood count: Count Dracula > >
Secretion: hiding anything > >
Tablet: a small table > >
Terminal illness: getting sick at the airport > >
Urine: opposite of "you're out" > >
Varicose: very close > >
Vein: conceited (heow ah!)

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Hope

To trust in, wait for, look for, or desire something or someone; or to expect something beneficial in the future.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

I have been cooped up with Lynnette for the past 3 days doing our Tourism project -- Authenticity of Souvenirs.

I can spell AUTHENTICITY and SOUVENIRS so well now.

Class 95 has been our constant companion too

Saturday, March 18, 2006

Had dinner with my ex-colleague tonight. In the midst of our conversation, he told me he was turning 30. He then mentioned he needs to thank God for allowing him to live to 30. I exclaimed and said 'only 30 what... sure can live up to 30.' He told me that wasn't true. He continued that to be able to live to 30, grow in wisdom and have God walking beside Him day by day, that is indeed something to thank God for.

I need to learn to be more appreciative.

I live in a house.

It serves its practical purpose of providing a roof over my head. It shelters me from the physical elements of the outside world, from the sun, rain and wind. It is very functional.

That's all it does. It is just... functional.

Thursday, March 16, 2006

It has been a while since I smiled from within.

It has been some time since my face beemed with radiance.

It has been a long time since I last skipped to the beat of my heart, or to the humming of my voice.

I am fading away.

I am not contented to be just another piece of wallpaper.

Monday, March 13, 2006

I never knew writing could be therapeutic for me.

Scarred. Slashed. You ripped opened fresh wounds from existing, healing scars. My heart is made of flesh. Fresh blood gushing out from those wounds. I feel the pain, pain of being hurt over and over again, all over again. I don't know if I can wait for it to heal again. I don't know if I have the strength to stand again. I don't know if I can find those tears to cry again. I don't know if I can trust again.

But I know I had finally found the courage to walk out of it today -- after so many years of trying.

I wish I was found dead. Dying of excessive bleeding from my Heart of Flesh.

Saturday, March 11, 2006

God is good, all the time.

Bao Yue went for the SIA interview early this morning and messaged me immediately it was over to tell me she qualifies for the 3rd interview round, which will involve the swimming test. Last night she was just mentioning that she is praying hard that the 3rd round of interview will only be on 15 Mar, Wednesday for reasons which I can't remember now. The usual practice is that round 3 will follow the day after round 2. HOWEVER, she messaged me telling me not only that she got into round 3, but that the swimming test will only be held on 15 Mar.

She told me it was scary. I told her it wasn't. There are only 2 possibilities. 1 is that God sees her faith and honours that. 2 is because everything is going in accordance with His perfect timing and will. God is simply good.

For the past few weeks, my lecturer for soci of Childhood and Youth has been lecturing on youth's critical moments. It is a simple concept which explains the transitions youths go through which will make them a different person.

Talk about great timing. I finished learning the entire concept only yesterday and I realised I am going to see how that concept will work in my life.

For the past few years, Bao Yue and Amelia have been very much there for me. We bear our hearts out to each other. They have been my best buddies. They are the only ones whom I need not have any pretense in front of. Amelia will be going overseas to study next year and Bao Yue, if she gets through, she will also be flying next year. I am definitely happy for the different paths they will be embarking on, but I know that my life will be, to a great extent, changed as well.

I know I will also be moving onto the new phase of my life without them as my pillars. Though I know we will always be on the same path, but it is the process ahead of us that will mould us to become different people.

I wonder what will this new path in front of me mould me into with all my comfort zones removed.

That is where I will see the manifestations of the concept of critical moments revealing in my life.

As the youths were talking tonight, one of them mentioned that she will be going for the NUS open house tomorrow. I then realised I did that a year ago. A year has passed in a blink of an eye. I remember going for this open house with the A2 girls and Shaiful. Year 1 of Uni life is ending. Moving onto Year 2 very soon.

*And yes, I am experimenting with colours at this hour of the night...
I love C-O-L-O-U-R-S

I need my sleep...

This week has been a break away from monotony. Last Tuesday I went to watch "I Not Stupid Too" with my mum and brother. I told myself before going in that I will not cry. However, before I realized it, my tears were already flowing. Come to think about it, if even Carine and her boyfriend can cry what more me?

Came Wednesday, I went swimming with Bao Yue in the evening. In fact, I was teaching her how to swim. Though I have been living in my area for quite some time, I have never made use of the swimming pool till that evening. We swam till about 8.30pm. It was also my very first time swimming under the moonlight... Pretty cool experience.

Tonight I had a church youth BBQ at the Caribbean condo. That condo was gorgeous. We had a great time of fellowship. I was glad everyone made the effort to sit and talk.

Has been a fulfilling week.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

I have always had this dislike for voodoo dolls. The first time I saw it in Bangkok, I thought it looked like those dolls one will use for black magic, to da xiao ren. It turned out to be true. (Source: Sunday Times, 5 Mar 06, "Chew it on" comics) --yay, I simply can't get enough of citations from NUS projects...

Lynn loves them. She bought soooo many of them. Now you know why I really don't like them...

Every issue of the Sunday Times has this column where there will be a male and a female who will represent the "fit" people of the week. I was just browsing at it this afternoon. This woman being x kg and y meters tall is 20 years old. The first thought that came to my mind was "oh, these women featured are always older than me." THEN I looked again. Crap, then I realised we are of the same age. TWENTY.

Friday, March 03, 2006

The house protects the dreamer
The house allows the dreamer to dream in peace...
The values that belong to daydreaming mark humanity in its depths

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Yesterday was my Science test and I just saw the scores online. I can't believe I had actually passed it, considering I guessed through my entire paper. That was plenty of grace showered on me!

I got her address.
I went to her house.
I sat in front of her.
She cried.
I was quiet.
She cried.
I cried with her.
I offered her tissue to wipe her tears away.
Silence.
That was sufficient for her. I was her friend.

I am such a lousy lousy friend. Hopelessly lousy. I am so hopeless to the point that I can't even do anything to help you ease those pain. I took things for granted - took you for granted. At my lowest point you were there by my side. I remember that time when you bought me a huge huge sunflower in the hope to see me smile. I did. You baked me cookies too. I just knew I was loved.

I don't even know where you stay. I really hope to be by your side to ease those pain, just like how you did for me for umpteen times.

Sorry. I am trying my best to be a better friend.