…is to establish a routine of bathing with my wife.

I know what you’re thinking now. “Eeee… Cheng Yee… you so sam pat one… eeee….”

I wouldn’t blame you, because many would bath with their wife for “apparent” reasons. But I came upon the idea when I read News Straits Times’ Life and Style section a few years ago. It was an article about an independent movie made by a local director (the one who made sepet). It was a forum setting where after the show of the film, the students and lecturers will comment and ask questions about the film.

An important guest remarked that the film was rubbish and a waste of time (stupid thing to say because it was very well made and thought provoking). A student stood up in defence and said that there were lessons in the film which were very valuble. He said, :

“I noticed that the old couple in the movie bathed together. My dad is paralysed and my mom doesn’t like to bathe him because it is awkward. If only they had bathed together, then maybe my mom will not have found it so disgusting to help my father bathe. Next time when I am married, I will bathe with my wife.”

It’s more than just skin deep. It’s acceptance and intimacy. It’s saying, :”I don’t care how awkward it is or how disgusting you look. I don’t care how insecure I am of my own body. I love you and it’s because we’re together that makes even a simple bath meaningful.”

Mellow-dramatic? Yes. But life is a spontaneous play with God as your only audience. Cheers!

There is only a day that comes in pairs: 2day.

We are blessed with much more than we think.

Have you ever wondered how exactly God looks at sinners and how he feels?

Well I have. Was praying to God about a specific area of my life today, and I felt God saying,: “What about me?” The situation I am in now, mirrors my relationship with God is. I’m hurt because of things that have happened so far. I wanted something, but people just didn’t give it to me. I was willing to give my best effort, but the people involved weren’t interested.

You see, in my situation, there is no right or wrong way. It was a free choice. But between me and God, there is a right way. God really loves me, yet I subtly reject His ways in my life. God wants me. But sometimes I just don’t feel like following Him. Since I am in a similar and of course, much lighter situation, I can confidently say I know how God feels to a very little extent.

So how does God look at sinners? He looks at us with longing and aching. He wants us so much. Each day we reject Him is another day He misses us. But He loves us so much, He wants to look away because of the sins that we have commited. Yet He loves us so much and wants us so much that He keeps watch over us. It’s a terrible feeling, when you want and don’t want something at the same time.

Well, at least that’s what I think.

=’)

(smilling and crying at the same time emoticon.)

This is my all time favourite song. ‘Till this day I love it. It’s so calming. It’s so dreamy. But it’s so realistic. Ernie doesn’t lie about what he’d really wants to do even though it’s not practical. Neither does he insist that what he wants to do is the best thing ever. He just says that he wants to give it a try, but wouldn’t want to stay too long.

It’s something like the times when we keep saying that we miss school and wished we were back in school. The truth is, we’d only like to go back for a while. Ann even though it’s not practical for us to go back to Form 6 or Form 5, we admit we don’t want to be stuck there too

This is the original version, but I prefer the one where they featured Ray Charles and Ernie sang with him. That was so cool. *sniff* miss those times, miss Ray Charles, miss Ernie, sigh…

You know what I’m talking about. =)

TODAY I SHALL BLOG WITH SMALL WORDS INSTEAD OF THE USUAL BIG ONES. I START NOW.

the past 2 months have been the most tiring and unpredictable months i’ve faced. alot of things have happened. so many problems have surfaced. so many dreams crushed. some rekindled. but only to be trampled on again. i’ve met inspiring people. i’ve also met pain. lot’s of pain. too much in fact.

i know that these things happen because God loves me and He’s teaching me how to trust. but more and more i find that i’m further away from trusting each day because of the things that happen. i remember the time when i used to tell God that no matter what, i’ll still follow Him do all that i should do with a willing heart.

crunch time. now’s the time to step up. sadly. i keep falling down. i’m dismayed by the fact that i keep falling. sure i get up. but a spot is easier to notice than the white sheet of paper it is on. so i’m depressed.

the nation is at a crossroad. pray. i’m at a crossroad. pray. my heart is broken. pray.

For the sake of your name, Father may the elections turn out in a way that will spur Your children to embrace the sonship and daughtership that You offer. Many have broken hearts. Oh Father, now give us a contrite heart.

In Jesus name, amen.

Ok, right. I have no idea what I’ma gonna blog about. So if you dislike pointless and directionless entries, please stop reading now. Yes. Now. No, serioiusly, now. Okay, read on… you’re gonna regret it.

Basically I’ve been in KL. My work requires me to record Bible Knowledge classes. Which is quite alright. Always knew that this holiday I’d be recording something. I would have gladly spent my time documenting the exciting and ever so well received imaginary cactus that I keep on walking into. It pricks me to tell you that I didn’t have that opportunity.

Anyway, as any high stress work I’ve been involved in. Most stressful being the time I tried to lift an inch of porcupine scales which is totally irrelevant really, to this topic. I just couldn’t put my finger on it. Now, where was I? Oh, yes, that’s right. High stress work. As with any high stress work, the work actually leaves a mark in my non-working life, namely in my sleep.

No, I’m not talking about my work reducing the number of sleep hours, it never happens actually. You see, there’s this misconception that people think that when they have a lot of work they don’t have time to sleep. In fact, the more stressful, the more time you get to sleep. Serious. But it’s a pay-forward system – with interest. Yup, you go one week without sleep and you may just owe yourself so much sleep you sleep forever.

Back to the topic. I’ve been having dreams about work. I’m not sure if ONE dream qualifies as a plural, but having dreams sure sounds better than just a dream. So let’s pretend it was more than one less than two dreams and that it was vivid and unforgettable even though I can just about vaguely recall what transpired. I dreamt that I was in a Bible Knowledge class and the teacher had just asked me a question that I can’t answer and some fellow whom I’ve not met before was trying to debate a silly point.

Well, I would gladly make up more nonsense and illogical illustration to prove that I had other dreams which are non-existent. But I really, I did have this dream but I’m about to finish my daily quota of letters. Yes, I’m using a disposable keyboard on my laptop. The letters on the keys have worn off already. So it takes me a good few hours to finish this post. The biggest hurdle is finding the spacebar. I could never remember where the darn thing is.

It’s late. Or rather it’s too early to be blogging. it’s 12.33am. I’d rather be exercising now. It’s so much easier to do push-downs in my sleep. So I bid you farewell. And to a fortunate few, you will be receiving mail from a land too far to be near and too near to be far. Alright. Paradox. Wow. Bon voyage. Toodles.