A cup of tea... anyone?

On Sunday, the night before uni began... I was lying in bed and I took out my journal and wrote in it. Since the start of the year, I've been writing my prayers to God in a journal. So, in the dark with the help of my phone for light, I wrote this. Dear God, tomorrow is another new beginning for me. Its uni again! Honestly, I am scared. I'm scared of a new beginning. Lord, I want to have a fruitful experience. I don't want this to be just another semester. I want to have a great encounter, an encounter that I will never forget. I want to meet people. I want to have a whole new experience. Lord, I want to finish this leg of the race on a high.

After I journaled everything, I started listening to this song called You are My Father by True Worshippers and out of no where, tears just came. I was sobbing uncontrollably in my sheets. The Holy Spirit was so alive, so strong and there I was crying. Every muscle in my face was clenching and my eyes were squinting so tightly as hot tears flowed down my cheeks. It was almost like a suffocating feeling. At one point, it felt like I couldn't breathe. It was almost like I was letting out all the hurt, all the anger, all the disappointment over the summer. Just letting it all out! I haven't cried like this for a very long time. And something amazing happened for the very first time (which I will keep to myself)!!

Oh... MY GOD IS GREAT AND GOOD! And to be able to claim that when all is crumbling down is what is called joy and peace. I know now, I WILL have a new beginning because I KNOW God will be there with me, holding my hand and guiding me through. It's just the BEST feeling to know God is there with you in hard times and not so hard times and hearing your prayers and all your cries and tears. And yes, it is the BEST feeling ever!! I am so blessed!! I can say I am confident and excited for this new beginning and what is to come!

Well.... hello! (as if anyone reads this!)

Anyway, I'm still with the kids' church. We had a new batch of prep kids come through this year. And, I don't know but every year when we get new prep kids and last year's Year 1 kids moved to the next room to Year 2, it feels weird. I kinda missed them. And today, I helped this new kid settle in kids church. Well, he doesn't have good English and only be able to converse in Chinese so Marcus put me to sit with him to explain the games and activities. And, again, the Chinese language has been an advantage to me! I cannot tell u how many times it has come into handy! :D

Well, this year, we are teaching the kids "The Ten Commandments" and more towards Respect. So, I was taking the prep girls and teaching them all about Respect. And last week, I set them the task of showing respect at home/school and I said I will asked them about it the following week. And I am amazed at what they tell me, how they helped out at home and school to show respect to their parents/teachers/an authoritative figure.

Teaching these kids about respect and giving them this task, I sort of set a task to myself to show respect, especially to my parents. Often when we grow older and more independent, we often forget to show the simplest command, which is respect our parents. And sometimes I admit, I just want to shut one ear or sulk or ignore my parents because I cbb or when I think I'm right or when my parents are being mean 'Asian Parents' or when I had a long day and the last thing I need is their nagging. But, this week, I try to be patient with them and think before I yell or groan. I try to show respect to them with the simplest thing like taking the trash out or clean the dishes or fix meal when mum works late or just sit together in the lounge and watch TV together.

He called yesterday, which was very unexpected and very very surprising. I didn't know whether to ignore him or answer it. But, eventually, I pressed the button and said "Hello". And yes, after that, I feel like a complete idiot. I am such a weak person. I'm either a weak person or a very nice person. Why did I pick up? After countless of people telling me to ignore him and not to see him anymore or reply him on msn, yet, I did the most craziest thing and answered his call. WELL DONE SALLY!! I figured I'm picking up the phone as a friend because I know how hard it is for him to even begin to call me.

If u're wondering, we didn't talked much. He just called to say hello. He did most of the talking, after all, I have nothing to say to him. It was very awkward. He asked me what I'm doing, I lied and said nothing. I was so tempted to tell him about my job interview, how much stuff I brought at DFO, my hair dye mishaps and starting uni and joining back to Oxygen. But, I refrained myself and I'm glad I did. I didn't think telling him all these things will help me in any way at all. I asked him about his trip, all he could say was that it was ok. But, I knew it was more than ok. I guess he sense I didn't want to talk much so he decided it would be unfair to say alot. And he said he might come back to Melbourne next month and find me to hang out. Inside, I just went... I don't think so.

And just when I'm starting to get over him... He just had to call and I had to answer it. Well, for now, I'm just glad he's not in Melbourne. I just hope I'm stronger next time...

That awkward moment when you hug a friend and your boobies accidentally touch each other. And then, both of u laugh histerically and then both of u do a whatever arm fling and go for a second hug.

Now, that is true sister love.

Sigh I'm gonna miss Alka terribly when she goes back to Orange. :(

Oh, and my quest to dye my hair failed terribly. I am such a chicken! Well, I decided long ago that I was going to dye my hair after seeing how black my hair is and how beautiful brown hair is. So, I told myself this is it, I'm gonna dye my hair even if my parents kill me after that or if I get a chemical reaction and ruin all my locks or if the colour turns out sucky or if the chemical gets in my eyes or if I accidentally swallow them and end up in the poison ward (yup, paranoia to the max!). Yes... those were the reasons why I chicken out! I even went to get the colour and colour shampoo and totally embarrassed myself when I return it to the shop! :S

But, black Asian hair is the best! I guess when people say "u don't look Asian, are u mixed?", I can reply with "But I've got black Asian hair!" HAHA.

I can't sleep so here I am! :D

Anyway, I've recently started learning guitar. Well, I was inspired by Jayesslee and how their acoustic pieces are always so beautiful and I thought Taylor Swift looks cool on the guitar. But, it wasn't as hard as I thought. I picked it up quite well. I must say that piano is harder because of the notes and keys and chords and all those piano terminology, sharp, flat etc.... But, I would prefer the piano because it sounds more beautiful than the guitar. I mean, have u heard a pianist play before? Take for instance, this Korean pianist Yoonha (Youtube him! He's amazing!)... his pieces are magnificent and breathtaking. And piano is so versatile, as in u can play it according to your mood with how fast or how slow, how loud or how soft, jumpy or smooth flowy notes etc... And u could mix it up to create the perfect piece of music!

And guitar hurts my fingers and leaves red marks on my poor finger tips! (but then I later on found out that u don't have to press that hard to get a key, just need to apply small pressure. I know! Shuush!). But, it hurts my wrist too! Even just playing a G major requires u to twist ur wrist in a very abnormal manner. And strumming the guitar hurts my fingers, its almost as if I'm shredding my fingers. Ouch! Literally! HAHA.

But, more practice and I might just come to like the guitar!! :D

I just got back from Lewis's 21st bday at Sofias. And pretty much everyone I hung out with from school was there. And Rohan was there. I've blogged about Rohan before. Rohan is my high school mate and he's currently battling cancer.

But, today, he was just like any normal person. All of us hung out like old times. We fight about what to order (which Susan later took charged and pretty much ordered for us), we teased one another and had a cake fight with Alka and Azeem starting it by caking Lewis and those in the cake fight had a fiasco in the toilets where apparently there were more cake smearing and water spraying. I laughed so hard when Azeem tricked Rohan into the girl's toilets and smiled silently when Azeem and Alka were having fork fights over the olives in the Mediterranean salad. We don't look like mature 21 y-o adults but more like 5 y-o kids. And quoted by Susan:Behave kids!!! It's a family restaurant!!! It's good that we can still have childish moments and people to fool around with!

And seeing Rohan still battling cancer with a smile and strong-will makes me smile inside. Initially, I was scared to meet him because I didn't want to be challenge faith-wise and my beliefs as a Christian. It was hard enough seeing a close buddy going through cancer. But today, he didn't need a walking stick and his hair is growing back. He was happy, bubbly and there was a spring in his feet. All these while, I've been praying for him for strength and healing. And this reassured me that God is listening to my prayers and watching over my friends. I thank God for each one of them. What would I do without them?