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나의 평생에 선하심과 인자하심이 정녕 나를 따르리니 내가 여호와의 집에 영원히 거하리로다.
=spiritual food=
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Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful. - Hebrews 10:23
Monday, June 30, 2008
God stirred up this verse from within me suddenly, this morning as i was being squeezed on the peak-hour train to work. i rmbr pastor had preached a message on this before, but i just realised i hadn't been listening close enough to all that Abba wanted me to know...
firstly, apologies to those who've been at the receiving end of all my vomit and poison this past ONE WEEK. yes, it's only been one week but it seemed like forever to me. been really emotional over everything that's been happening. it was like one thing led to another and another... a whole can of worms opened.
anyway, when He spoke that verse to me, i took out my Bible immediately and looked up the passage. this verse was actually a riddle posed by Samson, who had a divine gift of great strength. he tore apart a young lion that came roaring against him, and later on when he passed by the carcass of the lion, he found a swarm of bees and honey in the carcass, which he took to eat.
i realised why God reminded me of this verse. i rmbr pastor preaching on how the young lion likens to my challenges, and the honey found in the carcass of the lion speaks of how i will find nourishment and grow from this trial. so i was like "mmm alright Lord, i get it." well, i didn't really, i think. bcos i got to work and got angry and upset again. sulked like a sour prune the whole day. until when i got home did i realise what i had missed out on what God was showing me...
"And to his surprise, a young lion came roaring against him. And the Spirit of the LORD came mightily upon him, and he tore the lion apart as one would have torn apart a young goat, though he had nothing in his hand" - Judges 14:6
i've been feeling like i could tear lions apart with all that i was feeling. been so angry, felt like stomping into the lion's den and screaming into the lion's face and pulling out the lion's teeth and claws one by one! heh heh. you know? how you feel like you just cannot be bothered anymore and just want to be impetuous and prove to them who God made you to be?
*DAGGGG*
so incorrect. God did not send me into the lion's den. He did not even send the lion into my life. sure, i am the beloved, favoured, annointed one of God... but doesn't mean i go around poking poking for trouble. God set me to reign above my challenges, but my role is to wait on Him, not fight the challenges! until He sends His Spirit to lead me and empower me to take the direction, how can i in my own strength tear apart a lion? much less make honey come out of it?
God, You are good. i see the lion baring its smelly big mouth at me. but i shall remain still. remain still till you annoint me from on high, then i will move. with peace. in peace.
just read this about the death of mary and martha's brother lazarus. we know how the story goes... lazarus died and Jesus raised him from the dead. of course, lazarus wasn't the only dead person whom Jesus raised. from what little i read, there was another young man and a little girl, both who died and whom Jesus resurrected.
i got thinking about something though... like, why did Jesus raise the young man and the little girl almost immediately after they died, but yet He did not go immediately to see lazarus when He could have healed him earlier? most likely, it was by divine encounter that He stepped into their lives, but lazarus was as close to Jesus as a brother... so why did He wait? the sisters had sent Him a message saying that their brother was sick, but Jesus waited 2 days until lazarus had died, and only got to him after he had been in the tomb for 4 days...
i'm sure that's so much Jesus wanted to do, wanted to say... even now, as i read this passage, i know there's so much more Jesus wants to show me. i only managed to observe that while mary and martha informed Jesus that lazarus was sick, they did not ask for Jesus to come and heal him. of course Jesus so loved them, that He came for lazarus still... even when it had seemed like it was the end to the others. i see all the instances in which Jesus healed the sick, the blind, the maimed, the paralysed, the mute, the demon-possessed... all who were sick who came to Jesus, He NEVER turned away. so definitely Jesus is WILLING and ABLE to heal ALL, yet why are there also instances in the bible where death has to be on the cards before He performs His miracles?
"I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live. And whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die. Do you believe this?"
"Did I not say to you that if you would believe you would see the glory of God?"
i think this debate has gone on for too long - i.e. "why doesn't Jesus heal when He can?" why are we so slow to realise that Jesus is saying "why don't you turn to Me when I am willing?" i certainly don't believe that God is trying to show us the situation where 'you see, you don't believe will become this kind of ending'... our Father who loves us so much, gave Jesus up to die for us even when it tore His heart into pieces. perhaps all these stories is to show us, that only when we really come to the end of ourselves... when we have nothing more to give, no strength left to fight for ourselves, when we finally die to our own self-efforts, can He finally step in and be God. we are so afraid of letting go of our cares, yet it is only when we let go, do we fall into His faithful arms that bear us up with love.
matters of death and life can be very real. if what our eyes see and what our flesh feels seem real, Jesus' broken body and blood on the cross FOR US is even more real. He did not die such a cruel death as a joke, as a bedtime story, as a soothing comfort. He died and conquered death when He rose again, so that we live as conquerors in this life! i don't believe in the same ending for every story. nothing is finished until Jesus is glorified. i shall wait and see the salvation of our Lord.
dear friends, for those who love hot korean guys and gals, or just simply love the energy of breakdancing... the super cool B.BOYZ & BALLERINA are coming to KOREA PLAZA for a short showcase! get up close and personal with them! i guarantee, after u watch this, u will head straight on to buy their tickets for the full performance at esplanade!
they will be at KOREA PLAZA 26th june (thursday) from 12.30 - 1.30pm, all 10 of them!
please see our homepage for more details:
http://asiaenglish.visitkorea.or.kr/ena/OO/OO_EN_13_5_2.jsp?cid=577970&readCount=3
Full Performance:
Venue : Esplanade Theatre
Dates / Times : Friday, June 27th, 2008, 8pm
Saturday, June 28th, 3pm and 8pm
Sunday, June 29th, 2008, 3pm
Check SISTIC (Tel : 6348 5555 or http://www.sistic.com.sg/) for prices and bookings.
so happening eh me... went to watch the b-boys at esplanade tdy with 오빠 and hazel plus her 2 friends. joined them at the last min actually, thankfully it was free-seating so we could all sit together still. yeah... i liked watching b-boys ever since addy's 오빠 (heehee) mr seol brought his team for us KTO for the sept NATAS fair last year. so far, their performance was the best i ever saw. the ones i saw in seoul "break-out" were also good... like, korea has the best b-boys officially u know. every other guy seems to be a b-boy or a taekwondo kid. ok so i'm exaggerating.
so anyway, these b-boys are not bad! especially when they started flashing their 8-pecs and biceps... heehee. all the girls went mad after the show, bcos the b-boys were out there for photo-taking and stuff. girls including hazel and friends, who went after the shirtless hot guy. haha... i on the other hand, withheld myself. i'm so not the kind to throw myself at hot guys u know? largely due to the fact that 재석 오빠 was with me... and he wasn't feeling well, so poor thing. so i sacrificed the photo-taking opportunities with hot b-boys... sigh. haha. (사실은 내가 원하는 거야! ;p) somehow if mr kim (my manager) was around, i think i'd have not just gotten photos with them, i think maybe even can get MSN from them... bwahaha. this is ONE THING i will miss about him when he returns to korea... he's always trying to "match-make" me. -_-" oh, and i think he did manage to get the other b-boy team that's coming - "b-boyz and ballerina" to come to KP to perform... i hope i get free tickets!
한참 지나야 다시 만나게 되겠군요. 꼭 공강하고 잘 다녀오세요...
mr singh-in-white-turban actually stepped into KP AGAIN.
*evil beady-eyed look and fangs baring*
like. WHAT.
it's MONDAY MORNING!!! like is it a test of my patience or what!
i am trying to feel like the woman-with-power-for-the-hour with a 20cm high stack of newspapers in front of me and he provokes me again!
so. i happened to be on the phone with my sister, and then i see mr singh and friend hovering outside KP. can u believe it, he had the nerve to walk in! like, he has amnesia or what! he was wearing the SAME clothes and holding the SAME pouch!!! SAME JOKER!!! i ignored him of course, but he chose to plant himself in front of me and wait.
fine. so here am i pretending to talk serious stuff to sheryl, who also plays along by asking me a whole load of tour-to-korea questions like, "so what's the weather like now in korea", "are there guesthouses in seoul" and "is ibis hotel near myeongdong"... to which i answer very professionally, of course. and then she goes, "is he still there?" and i'm like, "他还站在我面前不走lor!"
so i couldn't take his presence irritating me anymore. he was just standing there WAITING, and his friend was outside WAITING. dunno why it was just IRRITATING. so i said very solemnly to sheryl, "excuse me, please allow me to put you on hold for a moment."
then the story starts again:
me: YES.
mr singh: *starts his rehearsed script with that irritating faked smile* good morning m'am! i come all the way from india m'am! i...
me: DIDN'T YOU COME LAST FRIDAY ALREADY. (actually it wasn't friday, i forgot. whatever lah, he should have gotten my point.)
mr singh: *slightly stunned look* no m'am, this is my first time here m'am! i come from india... (lalalala rattles on again.)
me: you know, i know what you're going to say so forget it. I'M NOT INTERESTED.
at this point, my director actually walks out. and walks past. and walks out.
i. get. more. PISSED. but nvm. means i can give it to this joker without caring about my supposedly-demure image.
mr singh: m'am, i really come all the way from india m'am! i see your face is very lucky, very happy look but the heart is sad... i do charity in india, just give a bit of money.... (yada yada yada)
me: NO. I'M NOT GIVING YOU ANY MONEY!
mr singh: *opens and points to that darn pouch* it's for charity m'am... i pray for you...
me: I AM NOT GIVING YOU ANY MONEY. EXCUSE ME, I HAVE TO TAKE THIS CALL.
so i get sheryl back on the phone again. and that joker actually dares to give an irritated face as he went off with his friend. ROAR.
you know, i'm not so much angry that he asked me for money so ridiculously. i'm just flabbergasted at how warped his mind must be. if he was really mad, perhaps i would have had more grace. but he was taking advantage of pple's kindness! i didn't think there would be anyone who would give, but then candy tells me she gave $XX before!! she is that innocently unsuspecting!!
i tell you. the next time he dares show up, i'm gonna slam my bible out in front of his face and pray out loud in tongues and preach Jesus until his warped-ness (i have no better word) is out of him!
just came back from a minor surgery to drain a chalazion in my right lower eyelid... it's actually a clogged oil gland in the eye, and like, mine has been there since CNY can. i had the condition in both eyes before, but they always went away after a while when i persevered with Holy Communion! this time i think i got lazy, or rather, i dunno why it didn't go away with all the cursing i did against the ugly lump... ROAR. but anyway, ultimately went to the company doctor again and she refered me to an opthalmologist in mt. elizabeth hospital. for me, it was like, whatever, just get it gone so i can look pretty again (been wearing my specs ever since i came back from korea... 3 wks!!)
this photo is to illustrate the ugly bump. it's the one on the left in this pic (my right eye lah).
but the most uncomfortable part was the clamp. he told his assistant to use a bigger clamp bcos my chalazion was "very big". tsk. he really exaggerates man. mine is OBVIOUS but it's not so big what. i've seen pics of even grosser ones! the clamp was like some fat tweezer-looking like thing to turn my eyelid inside out i think. but he used a lot of pressure with the clamp, and he was pressing down really hard on my whole skull. what made it really bad was that i had such a BAD HEADACHE... from not having my daily 2 dosages of COFFEE. -_-" the painkiller pill i took for the surgery totally had no effect on it can! only after i reached home and downed a cup of nescafe did it finally go away... i must cut down on coffee and teh tarik man. yeah so there was a lot of pressure, and then i couldn't really see what went on after that. i think he made an incision and drained it... all i could see was a lot of swabbing from my eye. didn't realise there was going to be bleeding too, only realised when the assistant showed me. haha.
so i'm supposed to be fully ok after one week... then i can wear my contact lenses again! yes i am a big vainpot, but really i cannot see well with my specs and they always make me tear real bad. of course after a whooping bill of $1200 (thankfully covered by company insurance), i will take extra care of my eyes already lah... like maybe use eyemo wash every morning...
난 오빠 앞에서 다시 예쁜 여자가 되고 싶다! 진짜 좋아해나 봐... 그날 두리서만 같이 시간을 보냈어 너무 행복했어... 근데 좀 후에 미국에 2달 동안 돌아갈거야... 보고싶은 것 같아. 네가 너무 좋아하지 않게 해야 하게다... 그냥 친한친구만 지내할 수 있니?
i was cutting newspaper articles this morning at work... everyone who knows me knows i hate newspapers, simply bcos they get my fingers all black. but it's my job to do clippings... so every time i finish the weekend stack of newspapers, i use wet wipes to wipe down my whole work area and the telephone that nv fails to stop ringing. all that trouble.
anyway. so me grouchy + doing mundane clippings = ultra grouchy sharmaine. then in walks mr singh-in-white-turban. honestly, everyone who knows me also knows i'm not racist ok. so hold ur horses and read the whole story first. he hovered at the door not knowing to come into korea plaza or not at first... bcos i was grouchy i just barely raised my head in acknowledgement of a visitor n continued my newspaper-cutting. then he walks over to me, n i thought he was gonna ask me for directions (as many pple do...). WRONG.
him: hello m'am! good day m'am! i can see u have a very lucky face m'am! i can see u have a very good life and very good fortune (rattles on...)
me: *shows beady eyes but gives a polite forced smile*
him: *takes out small note paper and writes* m'am u see, 11.11.08 is a very lucky date for u m'am! i see u have a very lucky face! i am famous fortune-teller (drones on)...
me: sorry, i don't believe in fortune-telling. *continues clipping*
him: please listen m'am... i can see u have very good life m'am, but your heart is not happy inside...
here i cut in bcos i cannot stand his droning.
me: yeah, i believe in Jesus so i know i have a very blessed face. *WARNING SMILE*
him: *a bit taken aback* oh... you Christian? you... Chinese Christian?
me: *beady eyes and thinking what difference it makes* YES. (now thinking back, maybe he thought i korean girl easy to con?)
him: (opens and points to travel pouch) murmur murmur...
me: *ignore*
him: murmur murmur murmur...
i was really getting pissed that he's wasting my newspaper-clipping time and i can't yell at him to get out of KP if he's not intending to ask me about travelling to korea.
me: (slightly raised voice) I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT. *continues clipping with ultra-tight grip on scissors*
actually i could guess what he was asking, but act stupid lah. and by this time he was really making me real GROUCHY. then suddenly his intelligible murmur transforms into english.
him: please give me some money m'am... i am very powerful yoga master... i pray for you powerful prayer! you just give me a bit of money, i pray for u (yada yada yada...).
me: NO. I DON'T THINK IT'S A GOOD IDEA.
him: just a bit m'am... i am very powerful fortune-teller....
me: NO.
then he finally decides to give up. he closed his pouch and reached out his hand for me to shake and said "ok have a nice day m'am", and of course i am so engrossed in my newspaper clipping that i ignore his hand. like HELLO. i almost wanted to take up the phone and dial 999 can! what shake your hand! SUPER IRRITATING! anyway this ain't the first time also. funny thing was, when i just joined KTO, i came with mr kim to the then-undergoing-renovation KP, and also one fortune-teller singh approached me with the lucky-face speech. must be glory of Jesus all over my face. or my fringe makes them think i'm stupid. ROAR.
anyway, i told candy, alastair and ma about it... and it really came out sounding like a big joke, like everyone laughed u know? including me lah. the whole ridiculousness of it. then ma told me "oh yeah, u remind me of this old case last time... u cannot look into their eyes one you know! they cast spell one!" -_-" i dunno how much more lame this can get, and i said back to her "PLEASE. if he looks into my eyes he will see JESUS." but then again, maybe his murmuring towards the end was some chanting. haha. whatever. the line between fortune-telling and swindling is so thin.
ok just to end off... i'm GROUCHY NO MORE. bcos candy 언니 so kind treat me to prawn noodles + extra prawns and carrot cake for lunch! she knows me very well already, "sharmaine very easy to make happy one! got food can already!" -_-" now she dosen't need to be a fortune-teller and she's right.
"Out of the eater same something to eat,
And out of the strong came something sweet."
- Judges 14:14
God stirred up this verse from within me suddenly, this morning as i was being squeezed on the peak-hour train to work. i rmbr pastor had preached a message on this before, but i just realised i hadn't been listening close enough to all that Abba wanted me to know...
firstly, apologies to those who've been at the receiving end of all my vomit and poison this past ONE WEEK. yes, it's only been one week but it seemed like forever to me. been really emotional over everything that's been happening. it was like one thing led to another and another... a whole can of worms opened.
anyway, when He spoke that verse to me, i took out my Bible immediately and looked up the passage. this verse was actually a riddle posed by Samson, who had a divine gift of great strength. he tore apart a young lion that came roaring against him, and later on when he passed by the carcass of the lion, he found a swarm of bees and honey in the carcass, which he took to eat.
i realised why God reminded me of this verse. i rmbr pastor preaching on how the young lion likens to my challenges, and the honey found in the carcass of the lion speaks of how i will find nourishment and grow from this trial. so i was like "mmm alright Lord, i get it." well, i didn't really, i think. bcos i got to work and got angry and upset again. sulked like a sour prune the whole day. until when i got home did i realise what i had missed out on what God was showing me...
"And to his surprise, a young lion came roaring against him. And the Spirit of the LORD came mightily upon him, and he tore the lion apart as one would have torn apart a young goat, though he had nothing in his hand" - Judges 14:6
i've been feeling like i could tear lions apart with all that i was feeling. been so angry, felt like stomping into the lion's den and screaming into the lion's face and pulling out the lion's teeth and claws one by one! heh heh. you know? how you feel like you just cannot be bothered anymore and just want to be impetuous and prove to them who God made you to be?
*DAGGGG*
so incorrect. God did not send me into the lion's den. He did not even send the lion into my life. sure, i am the beloved, favoured, annointed one of God... but doesn't mean i go around poking poking for trouble. God set me to reign above my challenges, but my role is to wait on Him, not fight the challenges! until He sends His Spirit to lead me and empower me to take the direction, how can i in my own strength tear apart a lion? much less make honey come out of it?
God, You are good. i see the lion baring its smelly big mouth at me. but i shall remain still. remain still till you annoint me from on high, then i will move. with peace. in peace.
Monday, June 23, 2008
"This sickness is not unto death, but for the glory of God, that this Son of God may be glorified through it." - john 11:4
just read this about the death of mary and martha's brother lazarus. we know how the story goes... lazarus died and Jesus raised him from the dead. of course, lazarus wasn't the only dead person whom Jesus raised. from what little i read, there was another young man and a little girl, both who died and whom Jesus resurrected.
i got thinking about something though... like, why did Jesus raise the young man and the little girl almost immediately after they died, but yet He did not go immediately to see lazarus when He could have healed him earlier? most likely, it was by divine encounter that He stepped into their lives, but lazarus was as close to Jesus as a brother... so why did He wait? the sisters had sent Him a message saying that their brother was sick, but Jesus waited 2 days until lazarus had died, and only got to him after he had been in the tomb for 4 days...
i'm sure that's so much Jesus wanted to do, wanted to say... even now, as i read this passage, i know there's so much more Jesus wants to show me. i only managed to observe that while mary and martha informed Jesus that lazarus was sick, they did not ask for Jesus to come and heal him. of course Jesus so loved them, that He came for lazarus still... even when it had seemed like it was the end to the others. i see all the instances in which Jesus healed the sick, the blind, the maimed, the paralysed, the mute, the demon-possessed... all who were sick who came to Jesus, He NEVER turned away. so definitely Jesus is WILLING and ABLE to heal ALL, yet why are there also instances in the bible where death has to be on the cards before He performs His miracles?
"I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live. And whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die. Do you believe this?"
"Did I not say to you that if you would believe you would see the glory of God?"
i think this debate has gone on for too long - i.e. "why doesn't Jesus heal when He can?" why are we so slow to realise that Jesus is saying "why don't you turn to Me when I am willing?" i certainly don't believe that God is trying to show us the situation where 'you see, you don't believe will become this kind of ending'... our Father who loves us so much, gave Jesus up to die for us even when it tore His heart into pieces. perhaps all these stories is to show us, that only when we really come to the end of ourselves... when we have nothing more to give, no strength left to fight for ourselves, when we finally die to our own self-efforts, can He finally step in and be God. we are so afraid of letting go of our cares, yet it is only when we let go, do we fall into His faithful arms that bear us up with love.
matters of death and life can be very real. if what our eyes see and what our flesh feels seem real, Jesus' broken body and blood on the cross FOR US is even more real. He did not die such a cruel death as a joke, as a bedtime story, as a soothing comfort. He died and conquered death when He rose again, so that we live as conquerors in this life! i don't believe in the same ending for every story. nothing is finished until Jesus is glorified. i shall wait and see the salvation of our Lord.
Friday, June 20, 2008
dear friends, for those who love hot korean guys and gals, or just simply love the energy of breakdancing... the super cool B.BOYZ & BALLERINA are coming to KOREA PLAZA for a short showcase! get up close and personal with them! i guarantee, after u watch this, u will head straight on to buy their tickets for the full performance at esplanade!they will be at KOREA PLAZA 26th june (thursday) from 12.30 - 1.30pm, all 10 of them!
please see our homepage for more details:
http://asiaenglish.visitkorea.or.kr/ena/OO/OO_EN_13_5_2.jsp?cid=577970&readCount=3
Full Performance:
Venue : Esplanade Theatre
Dates / Times : Friday, June 27th, 2008, 8pm
Saturday, June 28th, 3pm and 8pm
Sunday, June 29th, 2008, 3pm
Check SISTIC (Tel : 6348 5555 or http://www.sistic.com.sg/) for prices and bookings.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Spin Odyssey
by Last For One
so happening eh me... went to watch the b-boys at esplanade tdy with 오빠 and hazel plus her 2 friends. joined them at the last min actually, thankfully it was free-seating so we could all sit together still. yeah... i liked watching b-boys ever since addy's 오빠 (heehee) mr seol brought his team for us KTO for the sept NATAS fair last year. so far, their performance was the best i ever saw. the ones i saw in seoul "break-out" were also good... like, korea has the best b-boys officially u know. every other guy seems to be a b-boy or a taekwondo kid. ok so i'm exaggerating.
so anyway, these b-boys are not bad! especially when they started flashing their 8-pecs and biceps... heehee. all the girls went mad after the show, bcos the b-boys were out there for photo-taking and stuff. girls including hazel and friends, who went after the shirtless hot guy. haha... i on the other hand, withheld myself. i'm so not the kind to throw myself at hot guys u know? largely due to the fact that 재석 오빠 was with me... and he wasn't feeling well, so poor thing. so i sacrificed the photo-taking opportunities with hot b-boys... sigh. haha. (사실은 내가 원하는 거야! ;p) somehow if mr kim (my manager) was around, i think i'd have not just gotten photos with them, i think maybe even can get MSN from them... bwahaha. this is ONE THING i will miss about him when he returns to korea... he's always trying to "match-make" me. -_-" oh, and i think he did manage to get the other b-boy team that's coming - "b-boyz and ballerina" to come to KP to perform... i hope i get free tickets!
한참 지나야 다시 만나게 되겠군요. 꼭 공강하고 잘 다녀오세요...
Monday, June 09, 2008
u won't believe it.
mr singh-in-white-turban actually stepped into KP AGAIN.
*evil beady-eyed look and fangs baring*
like. WHAT.
it's MONDAY MORNING!!! like is it a test of my patience or what!
i am trying to feel like the woman-with-power-for-the-hour with a 20cm high stack of newspapers in front of me and he provokes me again!
so. i happened to be on the phone with my sister, and then i see mr singh and friend hovering outside KP. can u believe it, he had the nerve to walk in! like, he has amnesia or what! he was wearing the SAME clothes and holding the SAME pouch!!! SAME JOKER!!! i ignored him of course, but he chose to plant himself in front of me and wait.
fine. so here am i pretending to talk serious stuff to sheryl, who also plays along by asking me a whole load of tour-to-korea questions like, "so what's the weather like now in korea", "are there guesthouses in seoul" and "is ibis hotel near myeongdong"... to which i answer very professionally, of course. and then she goes, "is he still there?" and i'm like, "他还站在我面前不走lor!"
so i couldn't take his presence irritating me anymore. he was just standing there WAITING, and his friend was outside WAITING. dunno why it was just IRRITATING. so i said very solemnly to sheryl, "excuse me, please allow me to put you on hold for a moment."
then the story starts again:
me: YES.
mr singh: *starts his rehearsed script with that irritating faked smile* good morning m'am! i come all the way from india m'am! i...
me: DIDN'T YOU COME LAST FRIDAY ALREADY. (actually it wasn't friday, i forgot. whatever lah, he should have gotten my point.)
mr singh: *slightly stunned look* no m'am, this is my first time here m'am! i come from india... (lalalala rattles on again.)
me: you know, i know what you're going to say so forget it. I'M NOT INTERESTED.
at this point, my director actually walks out. and walks past. and walks out.
i. get. more. PISSED. but nvm. means i can give it to this joker without caring about my supposedly-demure image.
mr singh: m'am, i really come all the way from india m'am! i see your face is very lucky, very happy look but the heart is sad... i do charity in india, just give a bit of money.... (yada yada yada)
me: NO. I'M NOT GIVING YOU ANY MONEY!
mr singh: *opens and points to that darn pouch* it's for charity m'am... i pray for you...
me: I AM NOT GIVING YOU ANY MONEY. EXCUSE ME, I HAVE TO TAKE THIS CALL.
so i get sheryl back on the phone again. and that joker actually dares to give an irritated face as he went off with his friend. ROAR.
you know, i'm not so much angry that he asked me for money so ridiculously. i'm just flabbergasted at how warped his mind must be. if he was really mad, perhaps i would have had more grace. but he was taking advantage of pple's kindness! i didn't think there would be anyone who would give, but then candy tells me she gave $XX before!! she is that innocently unsuspecting!!
i tell you. the next time he dares show up, i'm gonna slam my bible out in front of his face and pray out loud in tongues and preach Jesus until his warped-ness (i have no better word) is out of him!
Friday, June 06, 2008
my first surgery (sorta)
just came back from a minor surgery to drain a chalazion in my right lower eyelid... it's actually a clogged oil gland in the eye, and like, mine has been there since CNY can. i had the condition in both eyes before, but they always went away after a while when i persevered with Holy Communion! this time i think i got lazy, or rather, i dunno why it didn't go away with all the cursing i did against the ugly lump... ROAR. but anyway, ultimately went to the company doctor again and she refered me to an opthalmologist in mt. elizabeth hospital. for me, it was like, whatever, just get it gone so i can look pretty again (been wearing my specs ever since i came back from korea... 3 wks!!)
this photo is to illustrate the ugly bump. it's the one on the left in this pic (my right eye lah).yeah, a surgery on the eye area sounded scary to those whom i told, but i have a fairly high pain threshold, so to me it was a breeze. then again, there was no pain to talk about also. the nurse flooded my eye with a lot of anaesthetic eye drops. then the doctor took a syringe and injected under my eye again with anaesthetic. the needle went in and i could kinda sense the needle digging and poking around to get nearer the nerve. then he wiggled it out and used another syringe to repeat the anaesthetic dose again. haha... he was like "don't worry, i will talk you through this" and his assistant was also holding me down. i was like -_-" cos i didn't make any sound and i didn't move, and like, hello do i look like i'm panicking? maybe it's just procedure.
but the most uncomfortable part was the clamp. he told his assistant to use a bigger clamp bcos my chalazion was "very big". tsk. he really exaggerates man. mine is OBVIOUS but it's not so big what. i've seen pics of even grosser ones! the clamp was like some fat tweezer-looking like thing to turn my eyelid inside out i think. but he used a lot of pressure with the clamp, and he was pressing down really hard on my whole skull. what made it really bad was that i had such a BAD HEADACHE... from not having my daily 2 dosages of COFFEE. -_-" the painkiller pill i took for the surgery totally had no effect on it can! only after i reached home and downed a cup of nescafe did it finally go away... i must cut down on coffee and teh tarik man. yeah so there was a lot of pressure, and then i couldn't really see what went on after that. i think he made an incision and drained it... all i could see was a lot of swabbing from my eye. didn't realise there was going to be bleeding too, only realised when the assistant showed me. haha.
so i'm supposed to be fully ok after one week... then i can wear my contact lenses again! yes i am a big vainpot, but really i cannot see well with my specs and they always make me tear real bad. of course after a whooping bill of $1200 (thankfully covered by company insurance), i will take extra care of my eyes already lah... like maybe use eyemo wash every morning...
난 오빠 앞에서 다시 예쁜 여자가 되고 싶다! 진짜 좋아해나 봐... 그날 두리서만 같이 시간을 보냈어 너무 행복했어... 근데 좀 후에 미국에 2달 동안 돌아갈거야... 보고싶은 것 같아. 네가 너무 좋아하지 않게 해야 하게다... 그냥 친한친구만 지내할 수 있니?
Monday, June 02, 2008
woke up feeling grouchy today. never believed in monday morning blues... but yeah was generally in a bad mood. dunno was it something to thank God for, but someone came along for me to vent it! now that i think back on it, it's quite funny!
i was cutting newspaper articles this morning at work... everyone who knows me knows i hate newspapers, simply bcos they get my fingers all black. but it's my job to do clippings... so every time i finish the weekend stack of newspapers, i use wet wipes to wipe down my whole work area and the telephone that nv fails to stop ringing. all that trouble.
anyway. so me grouchy + doing mundane clippings = ultra grouchy sharmaine. then in walks mr singh-in-white-turban. honestly, everyone who knows me also knows i'm not racist ok. so hold ur horses and read the whole story first. he hovered at the door not knowing to come into korea plaza or not at first... bcos i was grouchy i just barely raised my head in acknowledgement of a visitor n continued my newspaper-cutting. then he walks over to me, n i thought he was gonna ask me for directions (as many pple do...). WRONG.
him: hello m'am! good day m'am! i can see u have a very lucky face m'am! i can see u have a very good life and very good fortune (rattles on...)
me: *shows beady eyes but gives a polite forced smile*
him: *takes out small note paper and writes* m'am u see, 11.11.08 is a very lucky date for u m'am! i see u have a very lucky face! i am famous fortune-teller (drones on)...
me: sorry, i don't believe in fortune-telling. *continues clipping*
him: please listen m'am... i can see u have very good life m'am, but your heart is not happy inside...
here i cut in bcos i cannot stand his droning.
me: yeah, i believe in Jesus so i know i have a very blessed face. *WARNING SMILE*
him: *a bit taken aback* oh... you Christian? you... Chinese Christian?
me: *beady eyes and thinking what difference it makes* YES. (now thinking back, maybe he thought i korean girl easy to con?)
him: (opens and points to travel pouch) murmur murmur...
me: *ignore*
him: murmur murmur murmur...
i was really getting pissed that he's wasting my newspaper-clipping time and i can't yell at him to get out of KP if he's not intending to ask me about travelling to korea.
me: (slightly raised voice) I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT. *continues clipping with ultra-tight grip on scissors*
actually i could guess what he was asking, but act stupid lah. and by this time he was really making me real GROUCHY. then suddenly his intelligible murmur transforms into english.
him: please give me some money m'am... i am very powerful yoga master... i pray for you powerful prayer! you just give me a bit of money, i pray for u (yada yada yada...).
me: NO. I DON'T THINK IT'S A GOOD IDEA.
him: just a bit m'am... i am very powerful fortune-teller....
me: NO.
then he finally decides to give up. he closed his pouch and reached out his hand for me to shake and said "ok have a nice day m'am", and of course i am so engrossed in my newspaper clipping that i ignore his hand. like HELLO. i almost wanted to take up the phone and dial 999 can! what shake your hand! SUPER IRRITATING! anyway this ain't the first time also. funny thing was, when i just joined KTO, i came with mr kim to the then-undergoing-renovation KP, and also one fortune-teller singh approached me with the lucky-face speech. must be glory of Jesus all over my face. or my fringe makes them think i'm stupid. ROAR.
anyway, i told candy, alastair and ma about it... and it really came out sounding like a big joke, like everyone laughed u know? including me lah. the whole ridiculousness of it. then ma told me "oh yeah, u remind me of this old case last time... u cannot look into their eyes one you know! they cast spell one!" -_-" i dunno how much more lame this can get, and i said back to her "PLEASE. if he looks into my eyes he will see JESUS." but then again, maybe his murmuring towards the end was some chanting. haha. whatever. the line between fortune-telling and swindling is so thin.
ok just to end off... i'm GROUCHY NO MORE. bcos candy 언니 so kind treat me to prawn noodles + extra prawns and carrot cake for lunch! she knows me very well already, "sharmaine very easy to make happy one! got food can already!" -_-" now she dosen't need to be a fortune-teller and she's right.
for whom He foreknew, He also predestined to be conformed to the image of His Son, that He might be the firstborn among many brethren.
moreover whom He predestined, these He also called; whom He called, these He also justified; and whom He justified, these He also glorified.
Romans 8:29-30