In a Sunday like today, I spend most of my time lazing in bed and staring blankly into space.
This is wonderful.
On the account yesterday I fell into deep sleep the whole afternoon, and totally overslept and missed Jason’s farewell dinner, which I had to call him to apologize a ge-zillion times. But then later hang out with him and the gang in his apartment(which my dad preferred if I did not). But I think I was too sleepy to listen to gamers crap about Dota.
I think that gave me a reason enough not to get too much into the gaming line. Reason being – addiction. I hate it. No offense to pure gamers out there.
There’s so many things to say. There’s so many things to tell. which leads me to keep it short under each category. I couldn’t find time in the last few days to even talk about Vietnam, to anyone, except my family. But I think I’ll leave the photos to tell the story, where else 15-year- old Anne Frank’s quotation would conclude my personal views of her strong maturity in the later parts of her book ‘The Diary of a Young Girl – Anne Frank’.
Mana tau I could read and go to Vietnam at the time that I really shouldn’t?
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For the record breaking no sleep on Friday night. It did not happen to me only, but nearly half the class managed to sustain their batteries(before sleeping during presentation). Quite surprise Sofia and Hee chung too did not sleep. Yes, to both of you, I really thought that you guys would finish on time. Because I know you guys sleep properly.
Anyways, my layout is absolutely ugly! Worst layout ever! I don’t know what happen during printing. And presentation didn’t go that well. But what is done is done. And I don’t seem to be the person who is likely to absorb in criticism. But would I gonna let people ruin my day with a few words? Pur-leese, I have good days and ok days, productive days and unproductive days, special days and normal days, but no, never a bad day as far as I can remember in this whole year.
For the college projects, I’ll post stuff up later on. Want to change a few things before airing it.
Next project – our 2D animation project. December’s gonna be another wild ride.
My following weekend is taken up, AGAIN! NOOOO!!! 4 days of attending Sime Darby’s leadership course! NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How many times do I have to go for these things! More mind mapping and presentation courses? ish!! UGH! Been there, done that already. Why clog up my time? I got an animation project on!! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHH……… Complain to my parents until they got fed up with me. Alright fine, they’re paying for me, they paid 80% of my school fees, they had been great help in supporting my education financially, without bondage. So yea, there we go. Rachel can’t say no because it’s compulsory.
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On the other hand, this whole year passed by in a bliss. I cannot tell you how grateful I am to Thank God for a journey of dependancy and trust in Him. For one, I think I gave up on stress. I got so stress up that I gave up on stress. HAHA! Sometimes the taste of failure is the beginning of overcoming fear. But I guess in the moment you felt that you had no life, you start searching for life. And throughout the year I had learn to appreciate the little miracles around me that only arouse at the time when things got too heavy – leading me to what’s more important – surrender and renewing my contract with Jesus. (won’t tell u that!)
Christianity takes another toll on me to question we ourselves as Christians. Reported in the Star was an article of the misuse of funds in a Calvary Church. Seems like the pastor has been using the money to pay for his Children’s education and houses he owns, and for other mishaps, making him no different from any other corrupt politician. Today’s news reported Switzerland would not allow Islam minarets to be built, which is so familiar to how Christianity here faces silent persecution. ( All the new church look like factories for goodness sake!) So are we any different, if Malaysia was a Christian country and oppress Islam? Aren’t we no different from the other? What about religious freedom and tolerance?
During my Vietnam trip I shared with an Auntie about Christ. She has travelled solo many times to reflect upon life and to question it’s purpose, but never seem to find it. Oddly enough, I felt the total opposite. All my life I already felt that there was purpose behind life. But she has questioned me some things that are really difficult to answer. And I would prefer if I would not tell you, for the time being.
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Anyways, I have lots of junk for trash out. And I dislike reading emails. Nothing but rape cases, crime in KL, sleep deprivation effects, cancer causing agents, kidney failure causes, forward this if you love Jesus, and political hypes. My parents practically ban me from taking Malaysian taxis. Many times I ignore this, but I’m not ignorant. I know these things are happening, but I never like to give strangers the outmost skeptical look that you would rape me. No, I like talking to strangers. And I rather live a life with hope, than a life with fear. I rather trust in God, then let warnings eat me up.
Bournemouth University, NCCA