get the game on

quite an eventful day today, and a meaningful one at that.

i'm in that place again, where the disquiet is deafening. i don't usually want to write like that but i really do feel this way. it's totally unlike the pregnant silence of Jesus before Pilate. but maybe the analogy is suitable? i'm the one who gets to decide her own destiny and that's really the decision each one of us has to make as Jesus stands right there before us. we put Him on the Cross anyway. He was going to do the Father's will anyway.

now that i've received the Gift, what happens next? it cannot just end there. i realised i've been looking at His sacrifice in the wrong light. it's certainly not in vain, for whoever believes on Him will surely receive His salvation. what matters now is whether i'm going to live my time here in vain. do i want to stay on that ledge forever when i know what awaits at the top of the mountain? what's stopping me? the fear of pain, a sis-in-Christ suggests. it WILL be painful, i am assured. i know, i respond. perhaps that's really the reason i'm in that same place. she gives another analogy via board games. i can't really recall the details now. it's about getting into the game that we're put here for. what strikes me with such power is:

"i can even shout hallelujah when i slide down (snakes & ladders) because i know God's there to catch me, that He'll be there with me."

i'm not in that place of utter and complete rest yet.  

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sneaked these photos in the washroom :P

i really don't like how inconsistent my perm looks.

^the *scarf*

^my fave oxfords from tibet circa 2006

almost every item has been repeated. the bag's dug up from the store room. dunno who owned it before i claimed it as my property. it's a substitute for the elusive suitcase i'd always wanted. but such bags are so difficult to use. how do men use them? i guess they're for people who don't take public transport? i added the strap from another bag, else i can't imagine how i can possibly use it. for those guys who wear laptop bags and travel on buses or trains, some seem to be oblivious to how the bags always knock me. hard. i also don't appreciate it when people wear their backpacks on their backs instead of taking them down when the bus or train's crowded. and i haven't even started on those who don't wash their haversacks. i dunno if their fart would smell better..

ok, i went off the tangent again. that's it for now. cheers.