The Dog Angel

You can’t fake how you feel about things. Personally, I felt I was wasting every bit of minute spending my day in between time slots doing marker render.
In the nutshell, I hate marker rendering. It isn’t a complain. It’s a feeling. It’s eats up your time, pronto.

The good thing about the day is that I had a 45 minute conversation my neighbour, Mr Yap.

For some reason, I like conversing with old people. People around 40 to 50. I used to like talking to kids particularly to my cousins when I was young but I guess when they hit their teenage years of puberty, animated talks seems to drift off. But yea, having a close friend way older or way younger than you widens your horizon of how people think as they share their experiences in life.

Mr Yap, is the” Dog Angel”. He goes around the neighbourhood nearly every evening to bless every dog with treats. That’s how we got to know him. He likes Rocky the best. I don’t have a picture of him but he has one of the most authentic smile I’ve ever seen in my life. His laughter could be felt straight from the heart. I actually like to catch glimpses of him laughing, watching the wrinkles crinkle and his eyes sparkle with life everytime he lets out a laugh. He would be absolutely perfect for a photography subject.

We talk about life, work, college, future, past, present. Listening to him sometimes feels like I’m walking on a road back to my father’s past. Where they were both in Victoria Institution once. They’ve built themselves with solid  education and character development, and love their school because of the care given there. VI was one of the reasons that my dad managed to work his way out of poverty. Perhaps if he had not been there he would still be living in the flats, unable to fund for any of our education.

I don’t know about other people, but I never like to take what I have for granted, especially since I came to One Academy. My personal experience and testimonies of what I’ve been through and what I learn is so much that I remain a partially open book. Yesterday, for some reason, bits and pieces of events being part of the CF popped out of my mind. A flashback I guess, from easter and Subang Rallies, toilet cleaning? Even sweeping the floors in the classroom when no one else would do it just popped out. I began to realize that a jigsaw puzzle of my past experiences seem to connect. God was building my character at the end of it. Everything was not done by accident. Every part of a situation thought me to lead, to follow, to serve, to do paper and administrative work, to plan, to persuade, to involve, to be part of, to learn humility, to even became a slave. Even negativity and doubt of how I thought that situations would not work seems to turn and become possible in what I see. I miss those days a lot. Because for a year and a half to now, I still do not have a personal sense of belonging to a church or a community.

But imagine if you realize what God has done with you in the past, then imagine what God will do to you in the future! Everyday I seem to have instant realization of something, hopefully is a gateway to greater understanding of what God intends for me to do.