Reality

is black and white not grey how many times must I remind myself?

Tumblr

I has tumblr.

theroarasaur.tumblr.com

its a better place for short posts, pictures and thoughts. :)

this will still be up though, for the lengthy wordies.

cheers!

Connected

after like 3 weeks with no internet. ITS SO GOOD TO SEE STUFF ON A PROPER SCREEN. AND BE ABLE TO CHECK STUFF, FIND INFORMATION, TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR THINGS, ETCETC.

if the absence of internet meant anything, I guess it made me glad to have the following:

1) place to stay

2) friends that I can count on/talk to/actually care

3)a BED!

4)INTERNET

most importantly, a God that loves me, and one that I can love back with 100% assurance and trust. Like a McDonalds Cheezeburger.

Google.

those 6 letters never looked so fine 

Where do we go from here?

"Go, be free"


First week back in good ol' Melbourne. Updates!

Arrived at the apartment at 2am Thursday, crashed till morn.

Went to see my aunt, chatted and stayed over. Woke up for breakfast the next day (a rare occurance)

First OCF! Made new friends! So many new people (like 60% of the room yo) as usual DDWL made lotsa noise i mean COMPETITIVE SPIRIT SOUNDS during the icebreakers! :P We all are winners regardless.

Leaders retreat! Gave a new meaning to testing by fire, as it was 38 degrees + aircon didnt work. :O But the Lord is good and refreshed us all with the Word and also brought people together under His perfect plan. Wouldnt have traded the two days for anything, in fact it was too short!

Spent the next few days getting used to Melbourne again, life is good cause all I have to think about is shifting in, meeting people, what to cook for dinner, studying, making it for classes.

Gear will kick in after shifting in I guess. Its a new year, in more ways than one. :)

"But come back home to me."

V For Velociraptor

Today I drove back from work in a freak storm, and even though work is 5 minutes away, life is scary sometimes.

As I exited into the main road, in front of my blurred windshield the trees were all involved in some serious zumba moves as the rain raced as one horizontal curtain.

When suddenly, I noticed this big brown thing dropping off from the tree in front of me. Slammed on the brakes and thank God, it crashed on the road in front of my car. All I could think of was this, that had it been any other tree but a palm tree it would have meant serious trouble for me.

Although my life did not flash before my eyes, I guess it has made me wonder about Valentine's Day, I wonder if sometimes the message behind this day is garbled, for love should not have to survive on a beggarly meal of occasions and special days and playing it up only on these days (although we need reminders sometimes). Rather, love should be something that is worked on everyday, like a tree or a garden, it requires effort, time, and patience in order to bear fruit.

So here's to living Valentines day, everyday, to the special people around us, because sometimes we dont get to wait till that next official Valentines.

So Tell Me

when did you last let your heart decide?

Gong Xi Fa Cai!!! 2012 is the year of the Dragon, Rawr! (Mushu says hello) Its been a bittersweet CNY, but what matters is that the family always sticks together. Heres to 2011, a great year in my books, and I know that 2012 will be even better!

On a side note, I really want a good internet connection so I can edit pictures with ease! (or someone please recommend me an cool easy to use photo editor as Piknik might be closing down in April) In relation to that. Im wondering if I should start posting some pics of things that are happening, like a real blog haha. what do you think? Wanna see pics?


Oh one other thing. I know for some of you it might actually be a bad thing, but I'm ecstatic that I gained weight! woohoo, lets hope it remains in the right places, and more to come please!




perhaps one score moons ago.

Melbourne in 3 weeks. :)

The Last Page

I rejoice at the ending, for my hopes are in the beginning of a new book.

I saw of the final chapter of suffering and I place my faith in the beginning of the joyful times.

I heard of the last whisper of defeat, and I wait for the triumphant call of victory.

Today, I felt the sorrow and pain around, but tomorrow there will be celebrations and festivities abound.

Verily, it is a time to mourn and grieve, but it is done, and soon it shall turn into happy remembrance and fond memories.

Even as the morning always comes after night, and even the desert thrives when the rain falls.

For what is darkness? It is merely the absence of light. Light but has to shine, and it is overcome.

RIP. :')

Kawan seperti Cawan

In relation to my previous post, I think that its great to know that no matter how far life takes us, you can count on the same ol' people to hold your ladder, or change your lightbulb with you.

In relation to the title, real friends are like cups or mugs, no matter how long they have been in the shelf, you know that when you take them out for a drink, you'll still find that they are the same.

Had, and have a good night. :)

Talents

So I realised I hardly talk about myself here, haha and thats supposed to be the purpose of having a blog, no? :P But maybe I like leaving it up to you and me to find out more about each other. But maybe you need a preview, so if you laike, then you buy? But maybe, we just need to talk more and fight less, love more and think less, but maybe, things worked out, and will get better now. But maybe... :)

If you could have a talent give to you right now, (write, draw, dance, paint, play something, talk like a boss, tell jokes properly, combust spontaneously).

What will you choose?

For me, I think I want to have the natural ability to sing. Music is so important to me and I think its my major form of art-food, apart from photography. Plus music engages all the senses, (yes,even the guitar smells musical :D) and cause, well I find myself singing a song in my head all the time, but what comes out... ah, lets say its an acquired taste at the moment. So yeah, I hope I will be able to sing, or play the drums. Whichever comes first. :)

Once again,

What will you choose?

A Good Day

Ingredients:

1 tablespoon Waking up early to the sun.

1/2 cup Waking up knowing that you can lie back down for another hour

1 kg of Then waking up to Taylor Swift

15 sticks of Malacca Satay for lunch

500g (sifted) of getting things done!

1 teaspoon of Serving in church

A generous splash of God's Word, and seeing old friends

Mix well, then set aside. Add:

Slices of Turkey, A bowl of Chilli con carne, and a good Ramli

top off with mango sorbet.

Finish with,

Taylor Swift- Ours MV world premiere

4 goals win from Arsenal.

Remember to stir in lots of laughter, and good company.

Enjoy!

Tanah Airku

Yesh, I am back! Haha, in the time since I've been home, so many things happened. The first day it rained and lightning spoiled my internet. The first roti I had, took so long to arrive, and it wasnt nice. The first time I took my dog out again, my dog almost died. The first time I went out to see my friends, I was forced to walk around in wet shoes/socks the whole night due to flooding @ Monash.

But every single time, I just feel so blessed to be around family and friends once again. I am glad to be around and experience the ups, and downs, because I know in the end, it will always be Up. There is nothing like His love after all, He is the Author and the Way.

Its good to be home. Let the good times roll! :)

Whatever You Say

may matter, but the real truth in it will come out in what you actually do.

I'm choosing to believe that actions matter, not merely words by itself.

After all, as the wise people in life will say, time will tell.

On another note, 

:)

Ready, Steady, Go

The Traffic light is Green. I repeat, the traffic light is green.

Even after a crappy day,

Feeling so blessed now,

ThankYouJesus!

A Funny Moment

The other day, I spent 20 minutes in tutorial doing the wrong past year question, and came discussion time, I proudly announced the first answer, only to be shot down gently by the tutor, "Youre looking at the wrong past year" *shy*.

Interestingly, I was the only one sitting alone. And it got me thinking, that mistakes will go unnoticed by trying to do anything alone, without guidance and people checking up on you.

Be not alone, Be humble and seek help.

Most importantly, do not depend on your own strength. For you might end up wasting it.

The Retreat

Retreat (verb).  a. A period of seclusion, retirement, or solitude. b. A period of group withdrawal for prayer, meditation, or study.

Both a. and b. rang true in this retreat. I could not have asked for a better culmination to 5 weeks of seeking and learning, of fellowship and growing, of discovering and building. There was simultaneously deeply personal finding and at the same time a bonding of a group united under one banner - Jesus. Time did not stand still, but rather it felt like every moment was fulfilled and purposeful, not one second of looking back. Because this was no ordinary retreat filled with ordinary people. LEADERS filled the hallways, LEADERS experienced God together, and LEADERS stood by one another in the two days in Kimgara Park.

I was inspired by the people around me, who had a fire burning in them, igniting everyone around them in so many ways. I was amazed at the willing hearts, who took in the Word and were hungry, so hungry for more and more. I was touched by the humble spirits all around me that strived for God's glory and not their own. Simply put, I was most excited because I could see that a whole new generation was born in that place. I was blessed by the abundance of examples to follow, of good influence, of wise words, of lessons learnt, of brothers and sisters I can count on, and I know, oh I know, that it all came from the simple fact that God was with us. Emmanuel. And He will be with every single one of us, beyond those two days, forever in us until the end of ends.

I guess it took 6 months in Melbourne for me to see how many times I've been messing up God's plans for my life. I need to realise that letting Him guide me, instead of trying to work more of me and less of Him at every step, would be the better option. To have the faith the size of a mustard seed, I wonder if I have that. One lesson that I learnt is that to flow down a river, you have to let go of whatever you're holding on to that is keeping you there.

I do not claim to come out of this a better person, if anything it has made me even more aware of what and where I am lacking in. But the joy is in that it has made me wiser, and that I am not alone in the race. And this race is different from any other, because in this race, the last shall be first, and the first shall be last.

Dusty

That was the only way you could describe my guitar as I picked it up after a week or so in the corner a few days ago.

At first I didn't bother cleaning it, after all, whats a little dust to a real man? I found out that it meant the real man's fingers got dirty and the real man's thoughts went a little like this, "Walau, so dirty." So yeah the music stopped and the cloth came out and let the wiping begin. After that, the real man felt that the absence of dirt equals presence of comfortable mind and the guitar playing, and the whole night went well.

But here's the thing. Whether or not the real man as described above was manly for cleaning the guitar, or unmanly for not leaving the dirt as it is, is another debate altogether which can be discussed on www.doesdirtmakethaman.gg.com.au. What matters is that we all gather dust in our lives if we remain stagnant and unmoving, untouched and unchanging.


"A rolling stone gathers no moss." -  Publius Syrus said, and he meant this - People who are always moving, with no roots in one place, avoid responsibilities and cares.


But I challenge that statement, for even a rooted tree, still has to grow upwards. In my life, and I believe in many of our lives at this moment, we are all looking to be rooted, but once we are rooted, do we sit back and remain content? 


I hope that I do not become like a dusty old guitar, whom although managed to make it out of the factory as a guitar, is content to sit there and gather dust once it has become a guitar. I want to be the guitar that is picked up and played and retuned and restringed and polished and each time I do so I desire even more all over again. I want to be rid of dust or dirt or moss, for if I am to be useful, let me be constantly reused again and again.






I think its time for me to pick up that guitar again

R = VD

Realization = Vivid Dream

In other words, firstly, you've got to have a dream, and then you have to strive for it positively in order to make it come true.

Maybe I have been watching too many Korean variety shows.

Speak Now

Not too long ago, I purchased tickets to Taylor Swift's concert in March 2012. Read about it, here! Just so you know, I am screaming inside like how a real man should when he is going for a Taylor Swift concert. Like this --> Oorah! Or Spartaaaaaa! You can be rest assured that they are manly sounds.

And thank you Sarah Lee for getting the tickets! :DDDD

I also recently been asked questions about Taylor Swift. "Why do you like her?", is one I hear often. I shall try to answer it now, for it is a good question! But to be honest, I've never thought about it, because I never needed a reason to like her. The way I see it, if there were certain qualities I like about her, or anything/anyone for that matter, wouldn't that mean when something better comes along I would like that other one better?

For example, I say I like her because she can sing well, or play the guitar, or looks pretty. Logically, shes not the best choice because shes not the best singer, or best guitar player, or even the prettiest in my books. But yet I do choose her in the end. Why? I guess its as simple as this, that she is worth it. Worth listening to, worth following, worth sacrificing for. No doubt there are better and more qualified, talented, whatever artists out there, but I couldn't care less about comparing them to her. No matter what she did, or whether or not she is "good enough", she's my choice, and asking me why do I like her is like asking why did the chicken cross the road. To get to the other side right? And it didn't matter whether there were better roads out there, it just wanted to cross, and it did.

So thats why I like Taylor Swift, and same goes for the many things in this world that I like. Special mention to Arsenal, that no matter what happens, Im a Gunner for Life!

"I love you like I love having the last word. And that's real love." - Taylor Swift.

That quote, pretty much sums up why I like things :)

Breather

Its been a good week, and the holidays came just in time!

Writing at 5am in the morning, is giving me a tremendous writer's block.

I rather like being busy, it makes life interesting. But being as busy as a bee, makes you mindless like a bee.

Interestingly, all worker bees are female. Hee.

This week is a well earned break, to catch a breath before the next plunge.

*Inhale.

Its late, I should sleep.

*Exhale.

Have You Met Me?

They say that a person's actions and words define their impression of who they are.

I used to wonder sometimes, if that is to be taken literally.

Maybe its time to see things as they are, and not through rose-tinted glasses.

But then again, don't we always do things we don't mean?

I choose to think not. Yes and No, Black and White.

Clear skies ahead, and a sunny week ahead to look forward to!