Weblog

Monday, 07 December 2009

Sunday, 06 December 2009

  • take a breath Panda

    Perhaps it is the fresh(er) air of Chi Fu compared with the city I feel a bit...fresher

    As I was once again packing all my things into my suitcase I was thinking how many times have I packed this year

    Did that sound like a complaint? anything but a complaint cause all that means in that I am blessed with many people offering me their bed

    Sometime in the midst of confusion and fatigue and running around we forget to appreciate the things in our lives that are consistent and reliable

    A smooth move today; Thanks to Yee Cheung and C long moving my suitcases down, Ar Yee for booking me the van, nice van driver, thanks Ruby's place for 5 hours of temp storage, and here I am

    A very sleepy panda looking forward to a new day

Thursday, 03 December 2009

  • Escapasm

    The repulsive layer of wrinkly black ugly skin finally started to peel off today revealing glimpses of lighter-than-usual patches of healthy skin.

    If all sorts of burnts in life could be so easily peeled off, wouldn't life be easier?

    My million ( and trillion and zillion and crillion!, as little Chloe would say) assignments due in starting from next week got dumped into my Mental Bin as I skipped my class tonight and came home to 4 hours of TV and an extremely unhealthy take away dinner.

    To be honest I had thought about not coming home to a bed where it is no longer a place of rest but an inescapable and tiring journey of worries and fears carried into the subconscious. Sleeping is so tiring. .

    I am beginning to think I cannot feel God’s peace because I simply do not know which feelings are real and which feelings arise of hormonal emotions anymore. Perhaps even moments of Peace I feel are not real peace. I don’t know.

    The imagines of sick people in the emergency room last night; helplessness and suffering. I don’t really know how to live in this world anymore.

    And who am I kidding. Im not suited to be a psychologist. Nor a teacher, for that matter.

    Time to think about alternative career paths

     

     

Thursday, 26 November 2009

  • It is well, with my Soul

    Peace. More than feelings of happiness, sadness, anger, pain, loneliness, I think the feeling of Peacefulness is difficult to find and even more so to maintain. I don't remember the last time I felt peace. True peace, not some moment during an amazing sermon.

    By peace I mean a feeling of calmness through the day, regardless of events, and not the feeling of uncertainty, confusion, or endless questions about the purpose of what we do each day and what we will do the day after. And the ability to know that regardless of bads, God's love covers it all, and the ability to be thankful most, if not all, the time.

    It is Well, with my Soul. Along with The Lord is my Shepherd, and Blessed Assurance, these have always been her favourite songs for as long as I remember. Written by people who have had the most precious people/things taken away from them yet still able to find the Peace and Assurance that you and I want so much

    The only version I could find on youtube that isn't some sort of personal self-expression-istic Ballard Solo