Passage of rites

A lot has been happening recently. Firstly, I passed! (do I hear drumrolls anyone? Come on!) Will be applying for the transcript somewhere this week and then proudly frame it up on my walls, heh.



Been really busy recently, with activities from insurance meetings (and getting coaxed into joining by them GRO, oops, GSMs), bass lessons (commencing this Wednesday), Toastmasters (this Thursday) and even thinking of dropping by Sarah's cell group on a more regular basis on Friday nights. Add to this Crossroadz, worship practices, Hooked on Christmas practices, badminton and jogging and I'm booked day in, day out. Even dinner would have to be planned earlier ahead, sigh*



Work has been progressing great as feedback from customers has been really good. Probably due to my background in the F&B industry with Chili's no doubt. Even found myself getting lost in Salak South, Cheras and the likes. A testimony? I forgot I left my laptop at a coffeeshop until 20 minutes later! Praise God it's still there! (and those stall owners were keeping a eye on it lest someone else runs away with it. Where could you find such honest people around? Amazing huh?)

Before I forget, I would like to praise God for that exam, as even though I wasn't to sure about how to go about a certain question, I was very certain of the answers to put in. And I never felt so, how do I say it, assured before. It must have been due to all the prayers that were going about.


George Best passed away recently, while frittering away his money and talents on women, cars and booze. While walking past my gates home, I heard my neighbor, the 70 over years old Mr. Marsh celebrating his grandchild's birthday and then it reminded me about passage of rites.

And like the once macho Mr. Marsh (he was a lifeguard), we too someday would have to go through the very same passage of rites, the aging of skin, the whitening of hair and the heartbreak of seeing each and everyone we hold dear pass us by into another place.

Passage of rites, we might not feel it now that we're still young, vibrant and perhaps handsome (like *ehem, who else lar?), but when will we stop and look at our lives and see whether we're making an impact, or are we just following life as life dictates? And I'm amazed to see that live passes us by so fast, that in a blink of an eye, we start to have squeaky bones and the likes.

Guess that's it. Waiting for the paycheque to come in this month. Till then, God Bless!

On the exams and getting stoned

Here's the updates! Exams were good, really good actually. And yea, suffering a hangover from too much sleep (had too little during the exams *sigh*) more later!

On I-bridge, Tapah and the 2 weeks leave

Hi there! I'm back. Hah, couldn't get connected to Streamyx these few weeks, other than the occasional nights where I would be too tired and could only write miserly stuff. Hmm, and yea, I don't think I could write at work either, we've gotta give our best, remember?

Just got back from I-bridge camp 2005 yesterday, whereupon I met some of the craziest and insane dudes and gals around town (hmm, and outta town too). And it's really fun to know that you can just be yourself without worrying about all those office politics or someone quoting your lame jokes as some interesting event. Sigh* I guess office people must either be too free, or too bored.

I-bridge camp was a blast, whereupon other than all those games and even the planned escapade to Ipoh for the famous Ipoh food (which didn't work out coz Hwok Lok didn't approve, sigh*), God answered the questions that were lingering in my head. Questions that were about work, money and even full-time calling.

Although I just started work for a month, I was already planning on where to go for the next 10 years, the activities to join, like learning Bass, insurance meetings, headstart groups and even perhaps Rotaract/Toastmasters, whereby I wouldn't have to stay at home and unconsciously bite my nails off while watching TV or running through some old boring games that people my age don't play anymore. Then came the bad news.

I did not pass my one of my final papers and well, the resit is in the middle of November, hah. Fail that and it's another 8 long, dredgy months. I was devastated. One day I was looking through ads for 2nd hand beamers (BMW for those blur ones of you), and another day, well, there goes all your long term plans. And to make things worse, I had signed up for the 2005 I-bridge camp.

And yea, there was another question too. While reading Lee Strobel's The Case for Christ, I began asking myself, if God's real, and all things that Christ said was true, including His claims to be the son of God, then what are we doing with our lives? Why are we living the best years of our lives as we want it, instead of giving it to God? (and that doesn't mean we should go around scaring people with the gospel at Mcdonalds, heh!) I, for one, wouldn't want to start trying to evangelise when I'm some 50 year old uncle, or even worse, granduncle!

I guess, at times, though we know God has called us in some way or another (and call doesn't just encompass full-time), we still do struggle with our ways, dulling the still small voice within us. Could I just go clubbing and perhaps be the toast of the night by shaking those booties? Or perhaps date dat cute non-Christian that fancies me instead? Or perhaps don't bother about giving to God. After all, that saved money would help in getting the 3-series Beamer I've been interested in.

But yet, as my renewed passion wouldn't allow me to sit down and down and just be lacklustre, I've told myself to give my best to Christ, like Abel and his firstborn. And in a way, I guess God helped when I applied for leave to study. Amazingly I'm off work for these 2 weeks! Hah, no jams today, or tomorrow, or the day after or..., haha. And yea, I know that if I give my best, it'll be all fine. And yea, one last thing, I guess I've became a better reader of people recently, and it does help a lot. Till laters! God bless!