The Perfect Dress

Monday morning and it was a perfect day. Beautiful morning and clear skies. The morning began with the little mundane routines. I woke up, brushed my teeth, set out to teach my PE class and here is where it gets interesting, one of my students blacked out… he was running the way the normally did and did everything the way that was normal, but he suddenly complained about a tummy ache then went pale. We sat him down and rested him. And he came back to normal we guessed he didn’t sleep well and may be falling sick. But with the morning done, the real day began.

 

Today we are going to go select the perfect dress for Charity! Malacca was the city; Classic Wedding Castle was our destination. Nervousness was the feeling. The travel there was another adventure, when we reached the Seremban rest house for breakfast; a group of men were loitering around. And when I stopped one of them immediately came and began the harassment he kept offering me a phone it was a nokia N75. And he kept offering and offering even when I said that I don’t want. It was definitely stolen and from the look of it being scratched up and all it was stolen for sure. So when there was a break and he went to harass someone else we ran into KFC the nearest restaurant. There we ate in peace and discovered that KFC does have good and reasonable breakfast menus. I would say more reasonable than McD!

 

So after breakfast they came back and boy was it really annoying. These men really have nothing to do but destroy people’s travels and good days isn’t it. But as we got on the way the memory of those silly men was blown away and forgotten. So as we got to Malacca town we caught up with Charity’s parents that were already there.  We went to town for lunch and I discovered I knew Malacca’s roads better than I thought… how many times have I been there? How come I knew it? Maybe its my mom’s natural GPS inherited to me! YAY!!! But I must admit there was a little help from Foo Mei Fern. But I managed to really get around and that was really something I never thought of myself… *pat self on back* wahahahaha!!!!

 

We went to Jonker Street to have lunch and did shopping!

 

My Beauty and the beast @ Jonker

SHOES don't you wanna buy them all!

She would look so so good in Bali

Jonker or Bali… its only Jonker… what a nice little corner…

And later when we got to Classic Wedding Castle after being lost we got down to business. Oh I forgot to tell that we were so bored that we begin to take pics for ourselves. And then when we got there, for the first time I saw so many dresses and yet they were beautiful. So Charity, her mom, her aunt, and church member were like kids at the candy store.

 

Focus Here OK?

Preparing for looking beautiful in a dress

We were sifting through so many dresses I was worried about size and price, but there were beautiful gowns. So after much selection Charity began trying 3 dresses. And for those who know, people look really hard for that perfect dress. I was wondering if that will happen here. I was skeptical but there was some hopefuls. But after every fitting there was some problems with each dress. And I was like wondering if Charity will be disappointed or upset if we could not find a dress…

 

But it happened.  The curtain opened, and I was far off but it was like magic, she appeared with the curtains opened and she looked like an angel, oh so beautiful… I could just hug her and not let her go. I could not burst into tears coz I was so mesmerized. The perfect dress no alterations needed and she looked beautiful and in so many ways it fits everyone’s expectations. So satisfied with everything and selecting the veil and placing everything together the price was SHOCKING. But not the bad kind of SHOCKING! Let’s just say that renting the dress in KL would not even come near to the price of us purchasing this dress, veil, the traveling expenses of the toll and petrol, the food, the buying of knick-knacks and parking and all came to less than that!

 

Wooohhooo!!! The dress now settled and so many things being settled thank God everything is moving along. And finally I understood certain things about preparing for a wedding: finding the perfect dress.

 

Love you dear. You looks so beautiful in that dress. Muacks!

Randomness

It’s hard to look at the one you love and know that you’ve hurt them and you don’t know how to right the situation.

 

It’s painful isn’t it to be lost and not know and form of redemption or finding no way to turn things around.

 

That’s how you know you are in a rut. Lost, blinded, helpless, everything is habitual and just like a spiky durian hurting everyone around you.

 

Illuminate me Lord! Ready Me, Guide Me, Remind Me, Focus Me, Tender Me Lord!

This Is Who We Should Be!

This is an abstract from an assignment I did for a subject in my studies a reflection on something I heard from somewhere but I can’t remember. I would like to acknowledge the real author but I just can’t figure out where I heard it before. So if anyone knows please do let me know for his work is brilliant. I’ve adapted it and took its essence and applied it to something I felt strongly about.

            Here’s the deal, we have made the church a social club. There once was a story of a costal town where shipwrecks frequently happened. But the fatality rate was surprisingly low. It was because there was a small shed which sat right at the water’s edge with a small group of dedicated men looking out for shipwrecks and rescuing drowning sailors. The shed was simple, shabby and rather run down. But it offered hope and assurance that no matter what happened there is someone looking out for the welfare of the sailors. Soon many lives were saved and touched by the mission of the shed. And the people blessed by the rescuers and the mission of the shed gave back to the group of people and even joined them in their life saving efforts. So a brand new shed was built, beautiful and well painted. The metal bunks replaced with nice comfortable beds, the hard wood floor replaced with plush carpeting, the little fire place sitting in the middle of the room that gave warmth to wet and cold sailors was changed into a large bricked fire place with a log fire burning always. Although the changes were made, the life saving mission still happened, but soon, some of the members are getting annoyed that the wet cold sailors are wetting and ruining the carpet, sofas and beds. So after awhile a small group broke from the original house now turned fraternity and restored the original mission of the shed. But as it continued to rescue and save lives, the trend continued like the first shed. Now along the coast many shipwrecks still happen, but hardly anyone is rescued and the fatality rate is extremely high, because all the sheds have turned into clubs.

            The church has almost become like this. Thank God it hasn’t reached that state but we will be if we do not change soon. We have forgotten to stand for the weak, the helpless and the needy. We were saved because we were helpless and lost. We were drowning in our sin but now that we have it good, we forget. The church is  in danger of being a social club concerned with rules and facades, forgetting its original mission and how and why we exist in the first place. Like Paul standing for a slave (Onesimus) that has no worth, a slave that should be punished for his sins, Paul stood by him, rescued him, and gave him a life and a reason to live. Got hi act together and is now vouching for him. We must not lose sight of what we are called to do: feed the needy, defend the weak and stand for justice. And I believe we will relive the mission of old and see so much more people coming to know Jesus as their Lord and Savior. We will save these drowning souls and give them a reason to live.

            This is how we should be. Maybe its time for us to remember that and come back to God.

Ah… Rest

So things has finally drawnto an end. As most of my readers may have noticed the obvious lack of entries in this blog. It is not that I have abandoned it, it is just that there was so many things eating into my time, I did not have time to update as much as  could.

Well, I’m Back and will begin writing again. the thing i notice is that how things just consume time. and i want to take time to rest and relax these days. just calm down and let things settle. i have been having too many ADHD moments these few days and it is really taking a toll on me, on Chrity and the people around me. i am so frustrated and tired. i just want to relax and calm down and in doing so realign myself and focus on what needs to be done next. But thankfully things have gone relatively smooth these few months.

Lets see what turns up a

 fter this.

Intimidating

I was told not only today but a few times already from Charity that I have a very intimidating demeanure. I could hardly beleive it at first but after a while I do think I have. when I respond in certain ways it probably comes out. I don’t mean for it to come out, and I don’t that I in tentionally do it, but apparently people especially Charity see’s it and gets affected.

Maybe thats why people say that I’m scary when they first meet me. And that I look very fierce when I am in fact prety playful and childish and firendly. Do I look that mean?

I don’t think my question is if its true, I beleive it is but the question is when and under what circumstances does it come out and is it really bad?  I need help to identify and also address the issue…

I blame my Dad’s face… He also got very fierce face mah. LOL… but dun blame him entirely, If I am handsome… I think I am…. then also must thanks him… his good gene’s mah… lol…. but since I look like my dad then my fierce face comes from him lah… lol…

Oh No!

22.7km and three weeks later, now i have lost discipline!

Sigh, kinda lazy to run and find it hard to inspire myself to do just that. i woke up this morning to run and i was so so so tempted to lie there and just rest, i just came from a camp and i have a sprained ankle i said to myself, but the truth is that i am lazy. I just find it hard to run. And i fear I might have put on some pounds.

Hahahahahaha… i got contempted with my achievements. i find myself kinda like this maybe thats why i always have a last minute push for runs and dun really loose weight or gain the body i want.

few things i need to look at in my running:

1. my running style i just checked and i am halfway through my rip in my heels. Andi just bought that pair of shoes before my Adidas run
2. my taking care of myself. my injuries, my legs, spraining them too often…. thats not good
3. my intake. I love food too much, maybe i should pray for God to take my appetite away:)
4. ways to motivate me torun
5. shaving time off the clock. faster running = more medals:)

mwahahahah…. any tips?

but the good part is that mroe and more people are running in my chruch. motivating me to keep running and keep up with them:) i need to be fitter!!!!

22.7 And More

                4.45 a.m. before the alarm blares, I sat up my body pumped in anticipation. I could hardly sleep the night before, so many thoughts ran through my head. Thoughts like, will I make it, is my body ready (I just went through a week of heavy purging and vomiting), will I get injured, I didn’t get enough sleep, did I make the right choice to run the half marathon as my first run of the year? I was so tempted to not run and just lie there, but I knew I would not be content with the stories, I knew I would not be able wear the jersey (I coveted it for years), I would never have the right to say anything and I would like with a bigger emptiness and regret that I am feeling now. My worries did not outweigh the satisfaction and just the knowledge to know I tried. I knew I had to try, I knew I had to get up face it, come what may I will pass that finish line, I will crawl pass it even if I have to.

                So I pick up my running shorts waiting for me, I get dressed ready, counting through what I need to bring, and my contact lenses seems more afraid than me as it just won’t go in! Finally everything was ready, checked and re-checked. And it dawned on me my clock is set 15 minutes fast I was ready by 5 a.m. sitting at the staircase of the church waiting in anticipation , I think I was nervous… very nervous… and I had at least 40 minutes to wait! So I kept trying to rest while stretching and just mentally getting ready. And the call that could launch a thousand ships came in. Charity called just to wish me the best, and her voice was just what I needed to hear then. As the minutes slowly passed, my body just felt all wrong, nothing felt in place, nothing felt right. Slowly though my fellow runners streamed to the church each ready to embark on their own personal battles. Each ready to face themselves in a run against themselves to achieve something and prove something to themselves.

                So we departed at 5.35am I was still trying to get sleep in the car and we arrive all too soon. Greeted by an air of anticipation and a lot of Adidas foot deodorant (promoter girls were heavily promoting their new product, and runners happily obliged the free offer), we made our way to the start line and registered. There we stretched, emptied our systems to be able to run better, and for me check the competition. And man do they look FIT! 6.15 a.m. PowerBar went in (compliments of PowerBar). It occurred to me, runs have become and is more of a social event and a meeting of people and friends. Shout of names, hi’s and well wishes filled the early morning air as each runner wished another and caught up with each other since the previous run. I personally saw some people knew… looks like I am getting more seasoned in running J.

                6.30 a.m. the start line is filling up and we scamper to get the starting bracelets. The running pen is big, much bigger than I expected and well we didn’t even fill it up. I believe there was at least a thousand runners. 6.40 a.m. blaring sirens suddenly flood the air as the VIP came to launch the run. Last minute announcement by an old man that was really annoying, and before I knew it BANG! The race has begun. I was not ready for this, I told Wil, “Go ahead I will follow my own pace”, and he did pushing on hard to finish the race to qualify for medals. I on the other hand hunkered down and braced myself for the run ahead I did not think I did not bother I did not worry, I just took one step at the time, getting ready for 3 hours of running.

                3km in I was surprised to get a water station already but I really needed a drink. So I drank the given 100 plus and well it was good but didn’t like the gas but it’s ok I still could take it, the at about 5km the 10km runners joined the route, and I was greeted with a mass of runners that makes it hard to run. But its ok I am not pushing for record time. This is where it gets disappointing, the water stations were not ready for us, they were not equipped or big enough to handle the traffic and some people did not get drinks, or sponges and it just brought some running lines to a halt, breaking momentum. So I was glad when they turned off and  I geared my mind for the lonely run that will come ahead, surprisingly though the first 10km didn’t feel that bad, and that is where the second disappointing episode comes. They placed the 12^th km marker 2km earlier. So I thought I was way ahead but I was not. And one water station had only 2 bottles of water! Amazing! The following was also kinda disappointing, distance markers, water stations that closed, serving 100 plus and not water causes more dehydration than being just out there in the sun. But to my amazement I felt really good up to this point. By the time I hit the last 6km I felt hungry and exhausted, but at this point I found my overtaking people to my surprise. Then at the last 3km I felt the first tale tell signs of a major cramp coming in my right leg. I took my last PowerBar hoping it will last me the rest of the race and it did hold… for a while. And now the last 2km was gruelling I was out of everything ut sheer will power. The last hope I had was the last ‘water’ station which again served 100 plus, but the familiar surroundings were an encouragement that the end was near.

                500m to go I see the last bend, and hear the sound system ahead, I knew this is the last push and I began to push my pace again. And as I approached the ramp that leads me to the finish line a familiar face catches my attention! Huey Ling a long time friend was waiting for another friend to complete the 22km run and man was it good to see her! And she began running with me encouraging me, spurring me to finish and finish strong! But my leg disagreed, and my cramp finally set in, 50 meters to the finish line I could not run, but the crowd shouted for me to keep going, my mom and Carmille was at the finish line calling me to come. Pain engulfed my leg and each step was painstaking. Finally I entered the gateway which was marked for my category, and to my utter surprise I was handed one of three last medals.

                2 hours, 55 minutes after 6.45 a.m. I reached. Last of my group that went to conquer to run but I did it, not the best time but by my feet I got across the line. It was not easy but I was surprised myself at the medal I got, coz Wil did not get one. But I have paid for the dehydration and push by muscle aches and pain till today J. All in all it was a great time and we are excited about that, but on the flip side, the organisation was not that good collection was at two separate venues, there was no water ,and not enough recovery drinks or food. So things could have been better in the organisation. Overall the best I have been at a run.

Pros:

1.       I did a half marathons

2.       My knees feel great

3.       Personal achievement

Cons:

1.       Lack in training showed

2.       Severe pain in recovery stage

 

Next run Mizuno! 19^th October, and we have a convoy! Can’t wait to do it under 1 hour! Here We GO!!!

Its all around us!

This is my second post based on the movie Evan Almighty. I find it such a better show as compared to Bruce Almighty, honestly Jim Carey can be good, but he can be really crude too, maybe the role was over done too. But in Evan Almighty it was better more mild mannered and the message got off better.

Something struck me in the movie, something that was to me very important, something I believe people might miss but it stood out so so badly. Watching the movie we all know God told Evan to build an Ark, correct, and no one believed him, that’s a given. But then the funny thing is how it came about, the actor was a congressman and he would be in meetings of congress. Now in America they recite the pledge every time they convene, and we know how the pledge is right? Here is the funny part, they acknowledge that they are a nation under God, and they pledge loyalty to God. But when Evan as a congressman said God told Him to build an ark they could not believe it. Funny isn’t it the very people who remind themselves every time they meet that they are under God, cannot believe that God ask one of them to do something. They have reminders everywhere, they remind themselves the constitution, they swear by it, they have it on their money, in their national anthem, but they do not believe.

The signs of God are everywhere, its only if we open our eyes, miracles are everywhere only if we see it. we got to open our eyes to see God in everything and God at work in everything. I pray we as a church will not get to a place of blind faith. We say we believe, we come to church, we pray, worship, go through the motions but lack the lustre, lack the true faith and believe in God, maybe we can take a lesson here, we need to remember to acknowledge God, see Him in everything and really come to believe He can work in our everyday life. Faith is believing in what we can’t see right? And believe for things hoped for right? So we should believe that whatever we pray for God is already doing something in our lives, either preparing us for it like Moses and Evan for the rain, or preparing us for the lack of it if He says ‘No’. Let’s take a lesson from those that have failed and move on from there.

Ah Durians!!!

When I read Alexendra’s comment of Durians and how she loathed them, it hit me! there is something big that i will have to change now that I am with Charity! I might have to give up the fruit I love!!!!

For those of you who know Charity well, she dislikes Durians and Mangoes!!! Gosh! I have to admit I like them both, but one that must be the best fruit is the Durian!

Ah its meat is like that of the smoothest cream. Its texture thick and pleasant! the aroma maybe be the biggest deception, but underneath its ugly and smelly exterior lies one of the best fruits you can eat! The bitterness and pungentness just hits you and carries you to cloud nine!!!

Oh how i miss it, I love to have durian again, i haven’t had the luxury of having it in a long time, but I’ve had the pleasure of smelling it as i drive by the many stores by the roadside! but for the one I love i am willing to try to give it up!

Maybe I can have it in secret, but its smell is so distinct and can’t be hidden (which should be like our christian lives). If anyone has any tips on getting rid of the smell so I won’t repulse my darling, please do let me know. I eagerly await the chance to taste its sweet nectar again!

 

Miss you durian!!!!

 

Now it’ll be like this!

My New Hair Cut

What you think of this hair cut?

So should I keep it? I actually shaved it off already, but I was wondering if I should keep this in the future! mwahahahaha…. BCM will KILL ME!!!