Faith Noodles

I said I needed inspiration eh? I've got all the inspiration I need.. Today I went to work at the Retirement Village again. After serving dinner to the residents (that's my fave part! Hee), I was washing the dishes while my colleague cleaned the coffee machine and put the table clothes to wash. We've a wastemaster in the kitchen where you can throw soft food into and  I threw the minced meat into the wastemaster. Way to go, Abby. So after cleaning the trays, cutlery, plates, bowls etc and putting it into the dishwasher, I turned on the switch that activates the wastemaster. Normally, the food thrown into it would go down the wastemaster and it grinds it. But noo, this time it didn't happen because "someone" threw the mince down the wastemaster.  The wastemaster was now half-full with orangey water (must have been the custard; the water is supposed to go down, not stay there), and bubbly lumpy.. alright, let's not go there, I shall spare you the...

I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult. I would like to accept the responsibilities of a 6-year-old again. I want to go to McDonald's and think that it’s a 5-star restaurant. I want to run around like a little ragamuffin again, jump on beds, sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle, and make a footpath with rocks. I want to think Smarties are better than money because you can eat them. I want to return to a time when life was simple. When all you knew were names of colours, times-tables, and nursery rhymes – but that didn’t bother you, because you didn’t know what you didn’t know and you didn’t care. All you knew was to be happy, because you were blissfully unaware of all the things that should make you upset. I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest, unprejudiced and good. I want to believe that everything has a happy ending. I want to be loosely bounded by society's rules again and say exactly what's on my mind and ...

I'm back in Auckland now and I wish I could have stayed in Kch for CNY.  I hardly had time to go online when I was back in Malaysia, my mum already sold our house, so basically, we spent MOST of the time in Kch, clearing the house and packing 20kg boxes (we packed 9 of 'em, just us 3 girls! and we had to carry them too.. okaay, I admit it was just to the car, and out of the car to the parcel office.. but still.. :P)  THANK God for good friends =) Mimi came over to my house quite often to help with the clearing up. Poor old lady, she kept sneezing and sniffing during the initial stage of cleaning but, eventually she got used to it. Thanks Mimi so much for your help, we really couldn't have done it without you, you're a SUPER-duper good OLD friend =) When I was clearing my room, I found an assortment of rust-gathering trinkets, junk, diaries, treasures.. I found my report cards from St Faith Kindy from 1994 all the way to 1996! I even found my diaries from Primary 2 onwa...

he other day, I was working at the retirement village as usual and I was wearing the carry the call t-shirt, the one that has John 1:1-4 at the back of it. As I was carrying the pile of dishes to the counter, Mr H wheeled his chair over to me and asked me, "How do you know it's true? That verse at the back. How do you know it's for real?" I told him I knew that God was real because of how he worked in my life, that how he brought so much meaning into my life was so real and so supernatural that I couldn't put it into words. I knew it was definitely something I couldn't do on my own strength.. that I was fully convinced it was God.. that I knew He had to be the Creator of everything. I thought he was going to start this theological debate with me but, he didn't. Phew! Mr B overheard our conversation and smiled at me saying, "I'm glad he's doing some good in your life." Hehs. What could I have said? I didn't really know how to...

Yaaayy my exams have finished! Can't say I did as well as I had hoped because I started studying at the last minute (you reap what you sow, right?) but God really brought me through (again!). I get so pressured, and grouchy, and worried during exam period. I kept reading 1st Joshua, Ephesians 3:20-21 and this devotion by LB Cowman again and again, everytime doubt and fear assailed me (which was practically almost everyday!): Here's a snippet from that devotional: "Arches of triumph are made not of rose blossoms and strands of silk but of hard blows and bloody scars. The very hardships you are enduring in your life today have been given to you by the Master, for the express purpose of enabling you to win your crown. Therefore do not always look ahead to your tomorrows for some ideal situation, exotic difficulty, or faraway emergency in which to shine. Rise today to face the circumstances in which the providence of God has placed you. Your crown of glory is hidden in...

As of today, I've had two last days of high school (finished From 5 in Malaysia and today, finished Form 7 in NZ)! Although I've been here for one brief year, I can't say the time I've spent here  has meant nothing to me. We were all supposed to have morning tea with our teachers but the senior staff canceled it. It was all because a bunch of Year 13's ran around the school half-naked and released a chicken (a chicken! of all things) in the staff room. I suspect it's also because of "The Year 13 Undie Run" that took place a day earlier (I was not part of it, you would never catch me running wild around the school in undies).   The following day during our last assembly, our vice principal informed us that the chicken is now well fed and well looked after. 

I received three kisses on my cheek today from three of the kids I taught in Sunday School.  It was so cute 'cos one of them kissed me first, and the other two hurried to follow suit.  And I felt like  melting.. =)