Bride for second time

watched the movie Bride Wars for the second time on tuesday night with Dan and Eva.

makes me wonder if the kind of friendship like that between Liv and Emma really does exist.

i don't know about guys, but for girls i think that kind of friendship is to kill for. The kind of special bond between two girls that begins in childhood and carries on into adulthood, through different stages of life, withstanding even disagreements, quarrels and fights, as well as each other's differences.

i, too, long for such kind of friendship in my personal life. But the stark reality is that such friendship is harder to gain and keep than diamonds.

i have enjoyed great friendships with different ones whom i appreciate and cherish very much in my heart. But the sad reality is that they all come and go - some interstate and some overseas. Although i still make an effort to keep in touch, it's just not quite the same as when they were physically, personally here when we used to hang out, do things together, go places together, cook and eat together, dance together, laugh together, pour our hearts out to one another, sleepover and have girly chats into the wee hours, the list goes on...

i like the movie Bride Wars because at the end, Liv and Emma finally let go of the feud between them and restored their precious friendship with each other, and the special bond between the two of them grew ever stronger afterwards.

some friendships start out pretty well, warm and fuzzy. But when storms hit, the friendship falls apart. When differences or disagreements occur, the friendship is reduced to nothing.

at the end of the movie when Liv and Emma found out both were pregnant and due around the same time, their excitement together pulled them even one step closer.

the friendship between these two women portrayed in this movie is truly enviable, to kill for, yet seems a little too good to be true. Maybe it's just because i haven't come across a friendship like that personally yet. I pray i will.

A BIGGGGGGG THANK YOU

to ALVIN for coming to my rescue last night. Had a puncture in the rear tyre on my way home from work. First time I ever had a puncture in any of my car tyres. I just felt and heard something funny and so decided to drive to the nearest petrol station, which was just at the back of my house……….then I saw the nail in the tyre, and quite a big horizontal slit in the tyre. Called Bunster immediately but he was still at work in the valley. Mr C had lent his car to Kez but offered to cycle over to help me change the tyre – which was really nice of him – but I said no need-lah cos by the time he got to the petrol station from AR on his bike, I suppose Dan would’ve also arrived by then….haha.. Anyway, I wasn’t expecting anyone to come when Alvin called. He said Dan had called him and asked him for help, and so he would arrive in 5 mins. While I was still waiting, I thought hmph I can be a handy/superwoman myself, and so tried to take out the spare tyre and jack from the boot. But having NEVER touched those things at the back of my car before, the tyre and the jack just wouldn’t budge no matter how I pulled at them. Gave up after a few minutes. There were about 101 motorists lining up to fill up petrol for their cars (cheap Wednesday) and not a single soul came over to help. GREAT society, by the way. Anyway, so glad to see Alvin’s car approaching! Woohoo!! He’s so pro at changing tyres by the looks of it…………… I’m gon’ learn how to change my own tyres from now on! But sucks that I have to buy a new spare tyre one of these days soon…yet another expense! Pfft. Nevertheless, really THANK GOD for His help, for sending a friend to my rescue! and of course, a BIG thanks to Bunster for organising help for me within the shortest time possible! (otherwise I don’t know how I was gonna make it to karaoke at 7.30pm!)

Rushed home quickly after the tyre was fixed, took a very quick shower – almost mandi kerbau – and rushed to the nearest petrol station (another one) again to pump up the air in the newly changed rear tyre. Then had to quickly drive to woollies to get a bottle of water, a banana (cos didn’t have time to have my dinner at home after all), and some cash out for karaoke.

Some random compliments:
Ivy is one of the very few girls that I know with a very good taste for shoes. All her shoes I’ve seen her wear are ever so dazzling yet not overegging the pudding.

So far I haven’t really seen anyone else who can pull off red colour as well as Federlene – be it red jacket or red shoes, she can look pretty glam in red things! (whereas I’d look like a chinese village angpow in red). She ain't called Glam Hippo for nothin'!

1. Almost knocked over a lady at an underground carpark last weekend. It had been raining cats and dogs, the sky was grey, and everyone had driven into the underground carpark for shelter. It was dark and wet. As i was backing into a parking space, a lady suddenly jumped out from behind my car. My heart almost jumped out of my throat. I completely didn't see her - must be the driver's blindspot! She looked pretty annoyed. But i was shocked myself. I completely, totally didn't see her at all. But before i had a chance to get off my car and apologise to her, she gave me a hate-stare and walked off.

Well, i'm really sorry, ma'am.

I think i now have a phobia of driving into underground carparks...

2. I've had enough of this world and all of its issues. God, help me to not be affected by all the things going on around me everyday.

3. I miss the girl I was 3 years ago...

of boots and suburbs

bought a pair off ugg (ripoff) boots from FF at GC on thursday night. my first pair of such boots ever.

wore them to work the next day. got paid out big time by my colleagues. they all called me "bogan" from "slumpcorn". to them, wearing ugg boots out the front door is a big no-no. it's a fashion crime. it's what bogans do.

this was from northsiders who live by the slogan "north side best side". ironically a colleague who lives in browns plains (which is actually IN logan) joined in the teasing as well.

for about half the day i was pretty affected by what they said about my boots which i loved wearing because they were warm and comfy and they just looked so cute. like bear paws. aww.

although i didn't say anything nasty in return, some sour thoughts did race through my mind that afternoon.

while i was pretty upset by the issue of aussies dividing themselves over such a trivial, unimportant thing as ugg boots, i didn't really care what they said about me wearing ugg boots. for me it was pure fun and cuteness, and the warmth they provided for my cold feet was to kill for. i decided i really liked them and i wasn't going to stop wearing them just because this bunch of classier-than-thou aussies didn't approve of it.

later in the evening at LG during P&W, i was suddenly reminded of something that elevated me above all the things my colleague had said to me during the day.

i was talking to God in my heart about my feelings and thoughts during the day and how things had upset me a little, then telling God i was sorry about my own heart attitude as well, and at that point i opened my eyes and looked around at each different one in our LG - it was just amazing how so many of us with different personalities, different languages, different cultures, all brought together by our common faith in Jesus. The diversity, the unity.

as i caught sight of H, the tallest guy in our LG, it suddenly hit home. at that God-ordained moment, it was as if God was speaking to me personally, telling me what makes me different to everyone else in my workplace is that i belong to a group of special people, God-loving Christ-followers, who choose not to just dwell in their own comfort zones or "better suburbs", but to go into the lesser suburbs/communities and to extend our hands of hope, love, and friendships to those people.

i wanna be a part of the Unidus goal which God has called us to. i wanna be a part of God's people who truly have the heart of God for people in the lesser communities. that's what makes me different - i have a higher calling than judging others by what they wear and labelling them by the suburb they live in.

God doesn't care about that. He cares most about the spiritual, physical and emotional wellbeing of these people, and He's specifically called you and me to be His vessels through which He wants to show His love and care for them.

and i know my identify and self-worth lie in who I am in Christ, not measured by the boots i wear.

One dollar

Ate 2 avocadoes at lunchtime today. Felt utterly sick in the stomach afterwards. Felt like I could throw up at any time. Went to the bathroom 3 times, and my stomach was still extremely upset.

Team leader told me to just go home if I still wasn't feelign well. I then left office at quarter past 4.

On my way to the bus stop, I saw a somewhat rugged man on bare feet walking along the same path that I was on, with a pair of sports shoes tied together by the shoelaces hanging down on one shoulder, approaching different ones and asking them if they had a dollar.

I immediately slowed down my pace to watch what this man was doing. It broke my heart to see every single person he approached shun him, shook their heads at him without even asking what he needed one dollar for, and distanced themselves from him.

I continued walking towards the bus stop while looking on, though taking small, slow steps.

Then I stopped. Took out a one-dollar coin I had in my wallet. Held it in my hand.

I turned around. He was coming towards me.

I waited for him to ask me if I had a dollar. He saw me.

He opened his mouth, said "excuse me,..." but immediately turned away to another guy who was standing just across me and asked him if he had a dollar. Same response as the others.

At that, he turned back towards me and I threw the question first: "what do you need a dollar for?"

"To catch the bus home..." he said.

No questions asked. I put the coin in his outreached hand in which he was already holding a one-dollar coin.

I walked away wondering if two dollars was enough to get him home.

Lord, You know I have a soft spot for homeless people, the poor and needy.

Everytime I see someone like that whom everybody shuns, it stirs up great emotions inside and breaks my heart.

I wish I could do more to help these people, not just give a dollar or two. I wish I could help them get back onto their feet, find their way in this world, and see Your light and know Your love for them. My heart totally goes out to all of them.

But so many times, I feel inadequate of myself to help all those people - financially, spiritually, emotionally and physically.

Tonight, on my way to garden city, I cried for the man who asked for a dollar. Just one dollar.

Hopes and dreams

AUG - DEC 2009;
JUN - DEC 2010;
and beyond...

I commit my plans and dreams into Your hands, God.

Make a way for me, like You made a way when You impressed upon my heart to do what You wanted me to do. Even the simple trust that You would make it happen had come from You and was not of me.

I ask for the same this time, and I ask also for Your providence in this.

Things may seem hard now, or impossible, but I believe You will help me in everything I do, everywhere I go. Show me what to do and how.

SHEESH

WHY the heck are all the customer service departments in private health insurance companies in Australia so freakin' USELESS??

Honestly, sometimes I find the customer service staff located 6245 miles away in India so much more helpful than local dumbos!

It’s kinda depressing lately.
Been feeling bored, stagnant, restless, confused, lost, and everything. like part of me is missing.
Don’t really know what’s wrong with me.
Been busy at work for the past 5-6 weeks. Work is never-ending.
Thing with work is, after nearly 2.5 years in this role, I still feel like I haven’t really learned much at all. It’s pretty ironic how in almost all my jobs, I always get thrown into the deep end.
Pretty ironic too, how my heart has never really been in accounting, where my job actually is. While everybody else is bragging about their CPA status, I think “how boring” to myself. While i see some colleagues taking up postgrad accounting courses in uni to advance their career, I wish I could turn back time and NOT waste my time doing accounting in the first place.
This week I’ve been coming in to work, sitting at my desk, and wondering what I’m really doing here, and how long will I be doing this for.
Part of me wishes to start pursuing my dreams, for once. Yet part of me is apprehensive about such new pursuits – the money and time required, and of course, opportunity costs.
Everybody seems to have different suggestions of what i should be doing at this stage in my life.
I have mixed feelings about what I should be doing at this stage of my life.
i'm turning 28 in 7 months' time. starting to feel like time is running out.
there are so many things i wish to do before i turn 30.
God, You know what they are.
Give me the courage to go for it this year.
and next year as well.
i really wanna step out and do what i'd never thought i could do.

but it's kinda scary at the same time..

I've been...

...UTTERLY LAZY TO BLOG lately.