Aspirers, here are things you can do during this month of December! Look! There's something to do almost everyday. Be adventurous this Christmas Season and do something new.
Here's another thing you can do. There's a section in Parkson, Seremban Parade (ground floor) that has a 'wish list' from kids from Rhema Home. You can buy something for them and put it into the basket as a present for them. Aspirers, I encourage you to go there, share money to buy a few gifts for a few people and put it into the basket.
Spread the festive joy!
It's better to give than to receive. Put a smile on someone's face. Christmas is a time to love/share.
As the days draw nearer and the critical timeline dates tick away, the anticipation is building up. As we see practices, decoration, and everything else slowly take shape and comes together for one purpose: Christmas Musical 2008 "His Story". It's yet another year-end buzz with our famous yearly musicals as half the church pulls together its resources and plunge into hours of sweat and spit to put together these 3 nights of performances.
We watched the stage come into shape:
We watched the comedy and frustrations behind each Sunday 4hour long practice:
We went on foot to distribute flyers - announcing and inviting people for the musical:
With only two weeks to go, we increase in our hard work as excitement builds up.
This is an invitation to all who reads this blog. Will YOU be there? 12-14th December 2008. Come early to avoid disappointment. We are expecting a full house, every night.
* Grab the book nearest you. Right now. * Turn to page 56. * Find the fifth sentence. * Post that sentence along with these instructions in a note to your wall. * Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.
Here's mine :
But as Goleman (1995, 1998) notes, there is nothing passive about empathy.
It's actually from The Skilled Helper by Gerard Egan. I have no idea why it's still sitting on the table next to my laptop. Sigh!~
This last weekend was full of weddings. I had two weddings back to back. So tiring! Saturday night at the glamarous Sheraton Subang with KokThye's wedding dinner. A violinist accompanied the bride and groom down the red carpet. More pics here.
After a 5hour sleep, I was up again (skipped church) and heading north for another wedding session. She had a theme colour! Congrats Lian! So happy for you, babes. More pics here. I think I did put on weight! Oh man...
After much persuasion *mannn, I'm quite influenced by my friends* I decided to get a new hair style. SHORT. Note that I've not had short hair since I was about 9yrs old. Can you imagine that? I was sitting quite traumatized in the saloon. My hair dresser asked me a couple of times if I was okay.
So now i have short hair. I'm still starring at myself in the mirror, trying to get use to the reflection. Wondering about the girl starring back.
Am told that I'm not very good at posing or cam whoring. So this is the best I've got
Whaddya think? My hand still unconsciously touch it now and then. Maybe I'm consoling myself... or convincing myself. I'll probably get use to the style sooner or later. I may even like it. For now I can't seem to see what people are telling me.
And I do so miss my long hair. Especially the curls I did for Lian's wedding. So... how?
Oh bother! I already cut it, I should just run with this for a while. Do some enhancement for a change. Who knows, it might actually be better for me.
Why isit old friend's meet up only at events - especially another friend's wedding?
Lian's wedding at Equatorial Hotel Bangi
Pang yau, will only upload pics next week
On the way to Bangi, I missed the exit. Big surprise. Thank God I had instantly realise it and did not travel too far from the turning. Deciding that it's better to reverse than go forward, I proceeded to do so. It was pretty scary as I prayed my way backwards while oncoming cars honked noisily at me. Mich was far calmer than me while I started imagining a car crashing into me. I need to do something bout my misdirections.
I bought a little bun from the bakery for lunch and was going to eat it in the office. But a pit stop at the computer projection during music practice proved me wrong! My bun disappeared! I bet somebody took it. Why would somebody do that?
I can only think of one person who would be so nonsensical. I'm too lazy to confront during practice and too hungry to wait for it to be finally returned! Since that somebody will probably never read this, I'm just going to moan here. What's wrong with you? Questions that can never be answered... =.= So irritating! *You're probably wondering why I don't just go get it back* Yea I'm wondering too...
Now I'm downgraded to eating a muesli bar and a instant mushroom cream that taste a little odd. I have no words left to say....
At the end of the event, five people asked us how we thought the presentations were.
Our answer shocked them all.
Here's the story:
We had crabs for dinner that evening. I was running late, getting ready, filling gas and turning back for my phone. So Mich and I were already late when we finally headed towards KL. The problem was that we got lost. Trying to be smart about the roads didn't help. Majority of our friends didn't pick up their phones or couldn't help. An hour later, we found our way to KLPAC. We were stupefied to realize we had been so near yet so far the entire time. Why there are no signboards to identify the turning, is beyond me. No wonder we keep missing the tiny road.
After traveling possibly every nook and cranny of KL city, a knowledgeable and helpful petrol kiosk attendant helped point us the exact direction and location of the venue. And we walked through the front entrance fashionably late, hoping no one will notice. Except that the stage doors opened at that moment and people started to come out.
So what was our answer to the five people who asked us about the event? "We just arrived" was our answer.
Imagine that. My brains are laughing and rolling on the floor as I type.
Well we HAD to take some pictures. I mean we came all the way from Seremban. We said our hellos to some old ICFers. Most were volunteering and busy. So for those that were not, we had dimsum at a nearby roadside stall to catch up. I mean I came all the way from Seremban after all! Though the rest did not have time to say more than 3 sentence, and their bloodshot eyes says it all, I did widen my network a tad bit.
@nne: What's an artiste attendant do? Nic: Attends to artistes.
Toll price: RM21.60 Petrol price: RM20 (about) Dimsum price: RM6 Catching up with friends: priceless.(but forgot to take pic of that)
I arrived home at 1am and headed straight to bed. I was already groggy driving myself back and thank the good Lord that I am safe and sound. I was in grave danger of falling asleep on the wheel.
But the night wasn't all that bad. After all, you can't buy stories like these.
Bah! This picture doesn't do it justice. My lousy camera will never be able to capture the splendor of such a majestic splash of color across the sky. Dav, reserve ur comments pls. I know your camera can do wonders.
As the world goes head over heels about the US presidential win, here's Barack's winning speech. Whatever I feel about the issue is besides the point. The speech, I must admit was good. Read it. And as Jimbo said, be inspired.
...My laptop is at the very end of his life. It won't be long now till he meets his maker. Or probably just disappear into the abyss of electronic waste. His cancer is eating away in his internal memory and on its body. Sigh! He has serve me well over the last 4 years - in ministry and in life. He served God well too, working into the night and daring to go places with me. He currently sits on a cooler, unmoved through the days, with a missing letter on its keyboard and broken display.
Even if these were his last days, I think that he would be happy to know that he has made a difference in at least one life. Mine. Without you, old friend, I would have been so limited in what I do and how I serve. So well done, indeed.
But hang in there! I need you still...
p/s: Perhaps I should bare with his handicaps a little while longer. Perhaps I should backup my data and format his harddisk to improve performance. Perhaps I should care for him more diligently and take time to house clean. Perhaps I should just get a new one. I probably need to start an "@nne's New Laptop Fund". Who wants to donate?
Recently, my church embarked a 6 week journey through small groups called "Go Fish: Because of what's on the line" by Andy Stanley. Sometimes the word 'evangelism' bores you out as a Christian, between a guilty tug and a frighten heart. You know you ought to but it's just not that easy. I'm saying this as someone who has never seen a loved one won out of my effort. And the guilt piles, knowing.. if only.
This 6-week series explores the motivation behind sharing as it talks about God's heart. It is a very practical study guide into the live of a fisherman - that we were all called to fish - the very thing we are trying to ignore. Some said it's boring some said it was interesting. I say it gave me a whole new perspective to God's call and the idea of fishing. Couple with the Christmas Musical's "Mobilizing Evangelism" under yours truly, I did some soul searching, and was immediately convinced of the urgency of the matter.
I started to embark on journeys in what most people call 'catching up with people'. Sometimes in our busyness we tend to forget what's important. I'm convinced that I need to do more than what I've been doing to reach my loved ones, I need to care more and I need to pray more. I'm trying. I need to make time, I know. And I'm trying. Oh and it's not enough. And it's so necessary. Oh God enable me to speak Your word with boldness! And I am trying so.
Here's a song by Casting Crowns called "Here I Go Again"
Father, hear my prayer I need the perfect words Words that he will hear And know they're straight from You I don't know what to say I only know it hurts To see my only friend slowly fade away
Chorus: So maybe this time I'll speak the words of life With Your fire in my eyes But that old familiar fear is tearin' at my words What am I so afraid of? 'Cause here I go again Talkin' 'bout the rain And mullin' over things that won't live past today And as I dance around the truth Time is not his friend This might be my last chance to tell him that You love Him
But here I go again Here I go again
Lord, You love him so You gave Your only Son If he will just believe He will never die But how then will he know What he has never heard? Lord he has never seen mirrored in my life
Spread the festive joy!
