A walk with God never ends

Weeks of Quiet Time with SP Navigators sisters teaches a lot than I have studied in the last year. For one, eternal life began when we accepted Christ: 1 John 5: 11-12 And this is the testimony, God has given us eternal life, and this Life is in His Son. He who has the Son has Life; he who does not have the Son of God does not have Life.

Simply put, the old is passed away; behold all things have become new (2 Corinthians 5:17). Having now the new life, since we have accepted Christ and thus received the gift of eternal life, what then would you do with the new life? What would you invest in with your new body and spirit? Will you defile it as you did the old life? How will you treasure it now?

I guess it's not so much putting everything in the past into oblivion so you don't have to deal with those skeletons in the closet anymore. Of course we would not turn back to the old self to make our conscious decisions any longer, but incline to the new person to make those decisions. Old mistakes are still there to be had so we don't commit them again... The memory of tt a sad fleeting moment, bt always a reminder tt your old life did this wrong, dun do it again.

If I could turn the clock back, I might have made sure Mittens was still with me. How I miss her. I guess the feeling must be the same when you have your own innocent child suffering and dying while you watch. How painful it was for God.

Extended tribute

Mum was searching for it yesterday and was talkin with a bangla cleaner abt any cats they saw in the last 2 days. He said his fren did find a dead one on thurs and he had to do a bit of cleaning. Mum reduced her English to pri 1 standard but she couldn't get anything else out of the man 'cos he didn't understand what was colour. Additional info like "it's bad news, it must hv been a mess and they probably used water"... were all mummy's. I realised the only info she got was "dead cat found on thurs".

It was all bad parenting on my part. I tried to redirect tt anger and self-pity towards God and blaming Him for killing my kitty 'cos He was a jealous God. I misinterpreted tt idea frm Xue Zhen, but i was dead wrong. I loved Mittens but not enough to care about her like a mother would. What makes it worse is tt I cant communicate with her so I assume half the time tt she already knows that climbing the window grilles are simply dangerous. But it was because I let her since young, to climb those and even in unconscious ways led her to try out new stunts like go higher or new places. I feel so stupid. I wasted her.

Tribute to Mittens

Gosh, we had her only for like 5 mths and this is how she disappears. My only fear is that she is shivering and cold and broken somewhere on a ledge of the building 24 floors down. The only way she could disappear from the house was through a window as all the doors were locked. And our windows overlooked a 24-floor drop onto the laundry people sun outside the flat.

HISHEdotcom, can't live with it, can't live without it

This would be cool, if HISHE animations would just die!... They have the most horrible suggestions, the other most outstanding and memorable moment was the one on How LOTR Should Have Ended and I was caught between laughing and crying. Well, this new make on Inception really brought back that same feeling. Grrr.

But the vid animation is true to an extent, 'cos that is one of the flaws of the movie... Apparently I was unconciously half hoping during the movie, that there would be more projections from the other characters, so that the movie had a chance of becoming a series like Lost because of its overwhelming number of characters involved. Cobb probably had stronger dream projections and could overcome everyone else's, I guess, so they reduced the confusion rate that was to take place...

The hopelessness of trust

There was a lot of crying done in one day. I'm so tired of the whole episode already and even more so discouraged. (Skip this whole chunk... im jus complaining.) [The last few weeks, mths are like a bad dream, an insomnia whr u know u need sleep but cannot attain it. A pain tt cannot be escaped from. Like getting stuck in this rut, clubroom and unable to move beyond that. It's all thanks to the poor leadership tt is me and even poorer ppl who dun want to run the club even tho they hv a position in main committee. We are not paid and our officer squashes our ideas all the more despite efforts to keep it up and running. I'm so tired of this I wish we could just do what we wanted and not do anything video for a while.]

It's not abt me today tho. It's Kenny our loyal Logistics manager who apparently

Mittens the suicidal cat

It is normal for many of my mornings to be filled with something cat. I usually awake and sit up in bed and the 2 cats lying on my table and chair on the opposite side of the room stare back at me with deadpan eyes. Sometimes they wake me up whining to get out. Sometimes there is this horrible smell that fills the room and I cannot help but realise my dreams don't really stink tt bad. And sometimes, I wake up to the sound of click-clack on my window sill.

And it's not raining that makes it worse.

I'm so angry

I have forgotten what it's like to enjoy a movie and review it any more. It's all this crazy Videography Club stuff that's driving me to the edge of my tether. The 6 mths I haven't been blogging was flogged with random unintelligent people, meaningless late night MSN chats, Facebooking, club emails & events & workshops & so many people I have to account to and house chores. And I don't get paid.

In fact I pay more. It's not worth it. I wish I could drop school and just keep writing to pay for my meals and cats. It's simple and pathetic but at least I would be having the time of my life! I want to find back that peace again... the times when I had LOTR in hand and the whole afternoon to myself instead of rushing to someone else's event. When I can bring my cat around the void deck and feel the fresh breeze and meet the other infamous neighbourhood cats. When I can ponder on the Bible with my pen and paper. When I can gather potpourri and clean my room. When I need not get distracted by guys who try to get fresh w me and keep dropping hints. When I have time to breathe. I miss God...

(NIV) Psalm 23:1 The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not be in want.

and thus I shall sing myself to sleep, but this too shall pass.