I had lunch with my Financial Consultant and after he had paid for it, I offered to pay my half as I try not to take this things for granted (even though I do know he is waaayyy richer than me).
He scorned my offering and asked me to keep it.
Me: Oh yar, your job is to help me get richer right? By paying for my meal?
FC: Yup. Now don't go spending that money you just saved anyhow, ok?
And for a few seconds, I felt a glow of pleasure infuse me. I felt like a teenage girl being taken care by an older brother. This scatterbrained girl has tried to live too independantly for too long.
Which reminds me, I need to collect money from my actual big brother this weekend.
-_-
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Money matters
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Friday, February 24, 2012
Musing grasshopper swastika
Some weeks back I was having trouble sleeping. It would take me 30 minutes extra lying on my bed before I would fall asleep. And if I did, it would be light and restless and I would wake up after a few hours to go to the toilet. It was impossible to wake up early to get to office on time and my days would be filled with painful neck and shoulder aches.
It was very annoying.
Stress could have been the main cause.
But things are back to normal. I fall into deep sleep almost immediately and I'm not irritatingly lethargic all the time, though still hard to erase my grumpiness at the smallest sign of tiredness.
At this juncture of my life, or season of my life, I can almost feel a tangible reshaping of self in some ways. I've recently had loads of criticism levelled at me, which some may say I earned it, but some have said in my defence that it was not fair. I was grateful for their support as it was untenable for me to defend myself in such a situation.
I have always been the bullier, never the bullied, so speaking out wasn't a problem. But the silence was imposed from above, by The Pastor who had indicated to me to be nice to my critics, but also seconded by the Lord.
Silence perhaps in a way is my forte. I've never found being misunderstood too difficult a task to bear, and I have always found it a chore to explain myself. Talking, quite often is tiresome to me. I am a more effective communicator through written word than the spoken.
I am pretty certain after another year in this season, I will have evolved significantly - most perceptible to me even if not so much to others. I don't understand the reason for the need of silence the Lord has imposed. I am glad that The Pastor understands this silence though we are separated by our own individual brand of silence.
It was very annoying.
Stress could have been the main cause.
But things are back to normal. I fall into deep sleep almost immediately and I'm not irritatingly lethargic all the time, though still hard to erase my grumpiness at the smallest sign of tiredness.
At this juncture of my life, or season of my life, I can almost feel a tangible reshaping of self in some ways. I've recently had loads of criticism levelled at me, which some may say I earned it, but some have said in my defence that it was not fair. I was grateful for their support as it was untenable for me to defend myself in such a situation.
I have always been the bullier, never the bullied, so speaking out wasn't a problem. But the silence was imposed from above, by The Pastor who had indicated to me to be nice to my critics, but also seconded by the Lord.
Silence perhaps in a way is my forte. I've never found being misunderstood too difficult a task to bear, and I have always found it a chore to explain myself. Talking, quite often is tiresome to me. I am a more effective communicator through written word than the spoken.
I am pretty certain after another year in this season, I will have evolved significantly - most perceptible to me even if not so much to others. I don't understand the reason for the need of silence the Lord has imposed. I am glad that The Pastor understands this silence though we are separated by our own individual brand of silence.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Golfer me
I took my Proficiency Test at Batam on Monday, basically an "L license" that gives me the okay to play on Singapore golf courses, but only with golfers with handicap. I learnt why it's considered a rich man's game, as we spent the day enjoying the beauty and serenity (and absence of traffic sounds) of the golf course. And of course, a dedicated caddy that helped us with everything. You can really get sucked into a hedonistic lifestyle when you have someone doing everything for you instinctively, even before you think about it. My caddy would take out the clubs and hand it to me and then take it from me the moment I'm done with it. But I understand not all golf courses has caddy services, and it isn't fun when you have to lug your golf set through 9 - 18 holes under the hot Singapore sun without a buggy too.
When I saw this picture I felt like slapping my head. This is The Pastor's classic lame peace pose which he is always trying to get all of us to do when we take pictures, and we would all nag him to do away with his lameness. And now, I'm starting to do it. Grrr.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
London once more
Time whizzes by so quickly. I already feel out of breath at the pace of this year. I miss my friends from London, but on the day I had arrived in London, I said on the same day to some of them, "I'm glad I left London. If I hadn't, I would not have been pushed into the deep end of the sea and miss the chance of being stretched and pushed so much that I was forced to grow in my faith."
I've only left them for a year and a half, but being there and looking at the people I so dearly loved, I realised how much I've changed within me. The people have gone on with new friendships, new experiences and dynamics, within a place that doesn't change much.
I can't quite remember the church's name at the moment. But I had passed it on the main streets a million times. It's pretty, but so empty. A place full of created aesthetics, but filled with so little of the ecstasy of knowing the Creator.
I had touched down on the same morning at 7am UK time and got ready, had lunch with Martin and then dashed off for a friend's wedding. It was truly an amazing day. I loved seeing everything and everybody. It was so good to hang out with Andrew and Nicky once more! Andrew and I get along well, I think partly because I am so accustomed to North American (he's Canadian) and we have fun having a go at one another.
I used to live with Emma, and I've known Chris since uni days!
Chris trying to get down to my height while I was trying to tiptoe to his height
Our real heights.
No pictures of the bride and groom here because a number of us chickened out of the cold. It was FREEZING. Even for the English. We headed off to a cafe for coffee and I got a chance to hang out with everyone once more.
:)
Happy.
Monday, February 20, 2012
Hooray for fantastic colleagues
It's really nice to be in a team where everyone gets along well. I'm comfortable being alone with any of my 6 colleagues and there's always topics to talk about.
The best part is, getting along best with the only other girl in the team. None of the silly female territorial thing going on! What a relief.
I've been realizing more and more how I'm not the average sensitive girly-girl. I get extremely annoyed with overly-sensitive and emotional people, even more annoyed when it's a guy who's overly-sensitive and emotional. I am moody however, but I'm not going to go around crying how offended and hurt I've been by other people. I just fume. A lot.
Anyway. Andrea's faaaannntastic. She's young, but she's got a good head on her shoulders and a great heart. She may be the youngest and most junior amongst the team but she's no baby.
The only thing I'm annoyed with is sitting right next to her. I feel like I'm talking 70% of the time with her, and that my bosses are going to either separate us or have a firm chat about restraining our chatting. We spend so much time together that we're starting to dress alike. We've appeared way too many times at work wearing similar colour themes.
This is our black and brown day. We've come in beige and black; yellow; green... I need to start wearing shocking pink. That's a colour she won't go near.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Golf
I've been taking up golf for a few months now. My management had suggested that it would be beneficial for me in my career, I took that as an indirect order to learn golf. It's ok. The golf-love bug hasn't bitten me yet.
But I do love the view of the driving range. It overlooks a cluster of government-subsidized flats known as HDBs, and the view always makes me think of how quintessentially Singaporean it is. Funny how it has a calming effect on me. It always conjures up a feeling of homeliness and a neighbourhood atmosphere.
Golf has got to be the most mentally intense sport I've tried. It doesn't do when my mind is restless in the least. I was quite restless tonight, but then I started to unconsciously hum a hymn and I just started to enjoy the entire process of it.
My golf instructor keeps telling me I've got a good aptitude for it, but I just don't practice enough. Funny how that immediately made me feel like a 8 year old all over again, when my piano teacher used to say, "You don't practice enough!!"
:S
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Hmmmph.
I feel with every new friend I make, the real test of whether they are willing to be my friend is when the choleric personality of mine comes to the forefront; when I shorten my conversations and emails to get to the point of the matter. They always take offence with my curtness and lack of graciousness in handling situations at some point of time.
Sometimes, not all the time, I think in my head that really, do I still need to baby people. A little more often than that, I think to myself, I have not complained about your shortcomings, why are you complaining so much about mine? Quite often I feel frustrated because I'm always having to grit my teeth and just be the one to apologize first just because my fault is always the louder, more obvious and easier to pick on.
Sometimes, I actually am glad to repel people with my bad habits just so they won't want to approach me at all. I was relieved when I could honestly confess to The Pastor's Wife that I really didn't want to make amends with an individual for fear that the person would be happy to befriend me warmly again! I have a deep fear that I will not have sustained energy to keep up with the said person's style of communication and if I pushed myself to speak in the person's language of love that is not natural to me, I would one day snap and hurt the person more. Better to establish a non-friendly friendship in order to protect the person from my temper. Yes, I am self-sacrificial that way.
(The irony of this situation was that the instigator of the problem was The Pastor, and he was the first person to also perceive the situation in its entirety. And when he gets back this weekend from his trip I'll be glaring at him and he'll be grinning gleefully.)
Someone else annoyed me today as well. I quickly had a quick chat with another girl from church to get some perspective and she reminded me of how The Pastor and The Pastor's Wife has been extremely patient with us. That made my annoyance disappear. She was right. I have annoyed The Pastor and The Pastor's Wife likewise more often than not. I had nearly 2 years of grace from them; I can extend just as much grace to the newer folks to the church group.
I'm going to have to learn to use the veteran folks from church who knows my personality well to buffer me from more sensitive newer church members.
Oh yes, I remembered having a conversation with the wonderful L girls, Hannah and Naomi, and talking about someone I got along with because we were both "mean" (because we tend to be intolerant of silly people). 13 year old Naomi looked at me with what I felt like adoring eyes, and said with such surprise, "You?? Mean???"
I utterly adore this wonderfully gentle family, and adore Naomi very much. I was humbled that they think so highly of me. This family is my unwavering flagpost of gentle, firm, Christ-like love. I do not want to lose their good opinion of me. So even if it means humiliating myself, for their love and trust in me, I think I will do so.
Sometimes, not all the time, I think in my head that really, do I still need to baby people. A little more often than that, I think to myself, I have not complained about your shortcomings, why are you complaining so much about mine? Quite often I feel frustrated because I'm always having to grit my teeth and just be the one to apologize first just because my fault is always the louder, more obvious and easier to pick on.
Sometimes, I actually am glad to repel people with my bad habits just so they won't want to approach me at all. I was relieved when I could honestly confess to The Pastor's Wife that I really didn't want to make amends with an individual for fear that the person would be happy to befriend me warmly again! I have a deep fear that I will not have sustained energy to keep up with the said person's style of communication and if I pushed myself to speak in the person's language of love that is not natural to me, I would one day snap and hurt the person more. Better to establish a non-friendly friendship in order to protect the person from my temper. Yes, I am self-sacrificial that way.
(The irony of this situation was that the instigator of the problem was The Pastor, and he was the first person to also perceive the situation in its entirety. And when he gets back this weekend from his trip I'll be glaring at him and he'll be grinning gleefully.)
Someone else annoyed me today as well. I quickly had a quick chat with another girl from church to get some perspective and she reminded me of how The Pastor and The Pastor's Wife has been extremely patient with us. That made my annoyance disappear. She was right. I have annoyed The Pastor and The Pastor's Wife likewise more often than not. I had nearly 2 years of grace from them; I can extend just as much grace to the newer folks to the church group.
I'm going to have to learn to use the veteran folks from church who knows my personality well to buffer me from more sensitive newer church members.
Oh yes, I remembered having a conversation with the wonderful L girls, Hannah and Naomi, and talking about someone I got along with because we were both "mean" (because we tend to be intolerant of silly people). 13 year old Naomi looked at me with what I felt like adoring eyes, and said with such surprise, "You?? Mean???"
I utterly adore this wonderfully gentle family, and adore Naomi very much. I was humbled that they think so highly of me. This family is my unwavering flagpost of gentle, firm, Christ-like love. I do not want to lose their good opinion of me. So even if it means humiliating myself, for their love and trust in me, I think I will do so.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
When faith is on the rise
This week I have done some pretty shoddy outputs at work. It was confirmed by kindly worded feedback from my customer (thank You, God for the grace). My natural reaction would be to want to quit because people really ought to know by now the evidence of my ineptness. Truly.
But I was given a verse by my sis-in-Christ, Sherine, when I asked her support to pray for me Deuteronomy 8:18, "You shall remember the Lord your God, for it is he who gives you power to get wealth, that he may confirm his covenant that he swore to your fathers, as it is this day."
I am actually quite slow in my thinking, I get confused easily especially when you throw numbers at me (to think I'm in sales!). Nor am i tenacious to work hard to develop myself. How absolutely inept I actually am! But as always, He assures that He has set me on this path for a reason, and in time to come I will see how perfect His plans for me is always good.
We've been studying the gospel of Mark, and again and again the challenge has been thrown at us, if we believe Christ is God, how shall our response be? Will we believe that we can walk on water and He can enlarge our small offerings of bread and fish to feed thousands?
Our group has spent nearly over a year thinking we should pray harder for God to bring musicians to our midst. But only recently someone mused that God was wanting to raise musicians from amidst us instead. The Pastor's Wife led by signing up for guitar lessons, and it is incredible, after just 2 lessons she was playing songs and leading us into a great atmosphere of worship. The Pastor has said from 10 years ago, I have the ability to play instruments and last week again mentioned in passing that I have the ability. In the midst of this week I grudgingly sat in front of the piano I bought since last year that perhaps I could step out in faith. I tinkered a song out during worship this week. I can only play single note tunes on my right hand, but I was surprised I could get the tune out with only 10 minutes before we sang the song.
After the teaching, I felt strongly that I should encourage everyone to respond to the challenge of responding to God by repenting of our sins. I asked everyone to stand and motioned to YYee to play something on the keyboard. Like me, she learned piano but never played consistently and publicly. After that I asked The Pastor's Wife to play the guitar and then Sherine to lead in prayer. I love the fact that this group is so used to spontaneous unplanned things that anything really goes. There isn't a fixed time and programme but a lot of room for the Holy Spirit to do as He will.
And it was great to hear YYee say, "I can't play well, but I figured everyone's going to be so engrossed in prayer that whatever I play on the keyboard will come out beautiful." What faith! It was great to hear her pray even though there was no prompt of whether it was open for people to pray, but she did because she wanted to. Sometimes, it isn't about waiting for God to tell us what we should do. Sometimes we need to demand to give to God. After that Kat showed me the images she scribbled on her iPad of the individuals she saw while I was praying over them. Some, of the fire surrounding them, some more obscure. But she is so artistic it was amazing in itself she could capture each image that came. I was a bit disappointed that there was no vision over me, but she gently said that I was the giver now. That in itself was as affirming and encouraging over any prophecy or vision. I could boast so much more of this little body in the Church of God!
But all this to say, our faith is increasing as is our love for one another. I am an inadequate employee for my company. But watch what the Lord will do. He is far more incredible than anyone will imagine. And if He should choose not to bless with success that people often fight for, my rewards in heaven is certain. I am content.
I am actually quite slow in my thinking, I get confused easily especially when you throw numbers at me (to think I'm in sales!). Nor am i tenacious to work hard to develop myself. How absolutely inept I actually am! But as always, He assures that He has set me on this path for a reason, and in time to come I will see how perfect His plans for me is always good.
We've been studying the gospel of Mark, and again and again the challenge has been thrown at us, if we believe Christ is God, how shall our response be? Will we believe that we can walk on water and He can enlarge our small offerings of bread and fish to feed thousands?
Our group has spent nearly over a year thinking we should pray harder for God to bring musicians to our midst. But only recently someone mused that God was wanting to raise musicians from amidst us instead. The Pastor's Wife led by signing up for guitar lessons, and it is incredible, after just 2 lessons she was playing songs and leading us into a great atmosphere of worship. The Pastor has said from 10 years ago, I have the ability to play instruments and last week again mentioned in passing that I have the ability. In the midst of this week I grudgingly sat in front of the piano I bought since last year that perhaps I could step out in faith. I tinkered a song out during worship this week. I can only play single note tunes on my right hand, but I was surprised I could get the tune out with only 10 minutes before we sang the song.
After the teaching, I felt strongly that I should encourage everyone to respond to the challenge of responding to God by repenting of our sins. I asked everyone to stand and motioned to YYee to play something on the keyboard. Like me, she learned piano but never played consistently and publicly. After that I asked The Pastor's Wife to play the guitar and then Sherine to lead in prayer. I love the fact that this group is so used to spontaneous unplanned things that anything really goes. There isn't a fixed time and programme but a lot of room for the Holy Spirit to do as He will.
And it was great to hear YYee say, "I can't play well, but I figured everyone's going to be so engrossed in prayer that whatever I play on the keyboard will come out beautiful." What faith! It was great to hear her pray even though there was no prompt of whether it was open for people to pray, but she did because she wanted to. Sometimes, it isn't about waiting for God to tell us what we should do. Sometimes we need to demand to give to God. After that Kat showed me the images she scribbled on her iPad of the individuals she saw while I was praying over them. Some, of the fire surrounding them, some more obscure. But she is so artistic it was amazing in itself she could capture each image that came. I was a bit disappointed that there was no vision over me, but she gently said that I was the giver now. That in itself was as affirming and encouraging over any prophecy or vision. I could boast so much more of this little body in the Church of God!
But all this to say, our faith is increasing as is our love for one another. I am an inadequate employee for my company. But watch what the Lord will do. He is far more incredible than anyone will imagine. And if He should choose not to bless with success that people often fight for, my rewards in heaven is certain. I am content.
Thursday, February 09, 2012
Settling
I hung out with an ex-colleague from Malaysia today, and it really lifted my spirit. It was great, spending time with someone from my past life, that carries a familiarity of a history that cannot ever be replicated.
It evoked memories of a time and place I had not thought about for a very long time. How different I was back then.
It really does make me think how different life is now being in Singapore at this time and age, meeting and spending time with the people I do. I still feel there's a lot more to Singapore I've yet to experience and that makes me optimistic.
Wednesday, February 08, 2012
Eternally grateful
I'm finally getting some new year's resolution under way.
I must say I am incredibly indebted to my parents for me to have the kind of stability that I have today. My mother is a pretty incredible person, whose strength makes all that I appreciate today possible.
I'd like to think I was made of stern stuff, and I would have succeeded and flourished even in the face of any hardship, like how people with rags-to-riches stories are. But I highly doubt it. I am only too aware of my failings. Let me born into the world by a weaker woman than my mother, and I surely would not live today.
But truly, above all, Christ has been exceedingly gracious. For one who has such weak disposition as I do, He has surrounded me at every turn people of strong countenance, who have lent their strength to me.
My sister who paved the way for me to come into the knowledge of God, my mother, paving the way for me into the world with education and financial support. The Pastor and The Pastor's Wife, who paved the way for me to enter into a greater spiritual understanding. The people at work who had paved the way open for me to survive in the corporate world. Ashley, for paving the road into a wonderful time of love, friendship and joy amidst a church in London of which has meant immeasurably to me.
Today, I met someone who I felt is another one of those strong characters who would lend me their strength where I really help with. Even as we spoke, I felt the fear and tension ease away. It is really such a privilege, when you meet people who make you feel good about yourself and who encourage you to face the world with courage.
I am exceedingly blessed. I think of all the people God has put along my way, especially those who have gently pushed me to go ahead and firmly brushed aside my fears. Today is such a day for rejoicing for every single one of their existence.
Tuesday, February 07, 2012
Enchanted
Some weeks back I got a chance to be on the other side of the fence. For once, I got to be the customer instead of the salesperson at work.
But what I didn't anticipate was experiencing more than the average customer, when one of the tenderers arrived at our office to make their presentation. I went to greet them first.
I had a quick chat with them and then went back for a short while. The first chance I had, I quickly gasped out an apology to my management. The tenderer was a bit... weird. But their faces showed me their disbelief. How weird can anyone be to provoke such a reaction from me?
When the tenderer came into the meeting room and they exchanged greeting with my management, I would have hid my smile upon seeing that my management understood instantly what I meant, but I was too concerned about the entire meeting.
I don't write people off that quickly (I usually take a few hours instead of 1 minute upon the first meeting), but they were... weird.
All I can say is, which I said many many many times after the meeting, I have never, ever, prayed TWICE in the middle of a work meeting against evil spirits and binding of such spirits. I literally kept an eye on them to watch if their lips were moving slightly in incantation.
After a quick and subdued presentation, we sent them along their way. When I came back into the meeting room after making sure they were off our premises, everyone broke out immediately in animated chatter about how weird the entire meeting was. I did think I was overly sensitive about the situation until I found out that everyone had the same thoughts, and my big boss who's a Christian as well also said we needed to pray for binding.
He claimed he had some knowledge of occult and black magic, and when he stomped over to the side where the tenderer sat, he found a perfectly cut finger nail on the ground where the tenderer sat. He claimed that leaving a "marker" from a body part (ie hair/nails) was a common practice of the occult. They were incredulously weird enough that we should make sure not to leave any chance of anything funny happening.
So I was sent along the way to take the nail that was carefully picked up and wrapped in tissue and have it burnt.
Now who would have thought work could be so exciting eh.
Monday, February 06, 2012
The turn of the season
Every year The Pastor says he would cut down on his engagement with his unreached people group ministry outside of Singapore to focus on his studies, and always ends up increasing his engagement instead. This year is no exception and he's in fact even busier than ever.
Having not seen him for two months now because of both our traveling it was nice to have him around livening up church service once more last Friday.
Each geographical move always starts off with some emptiness as I leave behind deep friendships that had taken years to build. And it takes approximately two years, depending on the level of effort, for new friendships to finally start to ripen and bloom. Last Friday signified that turn I was waiting for.
Each season always brings something incredibly precious to cherish, and having this time in the same country and church as The Pastor and The Pastor's Wife is that. I am convinced each generation will produce a rare handful of incredible man of God, and The Pastor is among the rarest and most incredible, and I am privileged by association. As I sat by him on Friday as some people shared after his teaching, he kept discreetly pinching me, grinning and winking as he knew I would guess what he was snickering quietly about, having known him for ten years.
Then when Yin reacted to what someone was saying both he and I burst out laughing at her ill-hidden reaction since we knew her well enough and what had happened during the week. I liked that I've gotten to Yin well enough to start sharing private jokes.
Both Yin and I make quite a pair as well. While I would be the first to lead in spiritual matters like when to sing a song of worship or prayer, and the church response to certain matters, in the area of administration, she is unchallenged. Her ability to plan, coordinate, pull people together and to get people to act is something I would never be able to do. My scatterbrained-ness disdains such requirements for detail. But my dreamy state of mind helps me pick out swirls and shifts of the spiritual things faster than most.
A few of us did however end up hanging out until quite late just chatting, and as I gossiped with Yin, felt the glow of friendship wrap me. The unseen group dynamics The Pastor lamented last year for not gelling together finally turned. I wonder what the Lord will bring this year with the new season to our group.
Thursday, February 02, 2012
Jaded
Last weekend I felt like I was sucked into a vortex of dreams. I've had some recurring dreams and it seemed to intensify during the weekend. I literally feel heavy physically when I get up - not the kind of heaviness when you've overslept and the body is lethargic, but almost as if I went to a different plane of unconsciousness and the body hadn't quite pulled itself out of that dimension yet.
And on Sunday I kept waking up in the morning and it felt like I kept being sucked right back in into dreaming. It happened about 5 times. By the time I snapped out of it, it was 1pm.
The earlier dreams were a bit disturbing but on Sunday, there seemed to be a turn. I was more relaxed and at peace. I think it reflects the undercurrents of my state of mind these days but I'm not sure if it's a good or bad thing.
Am I at peace or am I resigned?
Am I letting go of self-centered control or am I giving up?
Am I learning Christlike meekness or am I apathetic?
I'm starting to see there are some pretty uncomfortable and not so good hard truths of what I've allowed myself to slide into. I'm not quite sure I like it. The upside to it all is that I'm starting to rouse myself to it. The fastest way out of the woods is when you get a bearing of where you are and then start using markers to get yourself unlost.
