Seems like a long time that I've been away, showing how the internet is part of my existence.
While to me it's like there's so much to catch up, I suppose to many it's just "one week what".
Anyways, been away for a silent retreat, so got to know Him a little better, trusted a little better, learned a little better (yes in a way) and ate a little better too. (more about that)
Surprisingly, I was pretty much swimming with it. I mean right before I had to go I was feeling the jitters like" No I shouldnt go!".
But it turned out swell, with just two of us and a whole house with my own room (with attached bathroom of course) and with a supply of biscuits and milo. (I come back home and we have no snacks:( ) ( To allay my mom's fears, I did not eat any with hydrogenated oil or shortening ok. I didn't even eat teh peanut butter in the fridge. Though I did eat...
Anyways, there was a lot of food. Mainly because the other "retreater" was a SMALL eater. I mean like one scoop of ricce and a few jabs at the dishes. I always ate later than her, so ended with me eatign so much cos I felt bad wasting food. So I am even bigger now. Sigh.
I read 3 and a half books? Haha. First was Falling Leaves which I always wanted to read after doing an excerpt from it for comprehension. So intriguing you know. It was teh scene where no one remembered to pick her up from school on the first day. :( I had already read the book long time ago but still could not recall many of the bits. Why i mention this, i find that I have a failing memory. And it scares me how little of my past I can remember. I need to takemore pictures and keep a diary.
The second book was Joy and CS Lewis. CS Lewis is potrayed as such a sweet and nice and charming man in the book. Sigh. I wish I could meet him. And I well, "adore" the way they write. So proper but personal. You know, big words and complex expressions that are clear and personal?:)
The last two books are about catherine marshall and peter marshall.Apparently, he was some big preacher back in the day. Had a lot of "fans". I've personally never meet any preacher who could preach till the church overflowed.
I've come to realise I can't bother with books that don't grip me. Hence many non-fiction books fall in this category. They may be good for me, but if it can't hold my attention, why try so hard? I've tried enough with textbooks already. Actually, I'll blame it on the author. Many non-fiction writers arent blessed with the gift of writing, unfotunately. And if a fiction writer has no special style, well the plot holds you. But I'm conflicted on this cos sometiems the content is
good for you, youknow?(I've got to say, all those college essays really got my paragraphing going on well. I mean a big improvement if you check out my earlier days. Haha I cringe at my punctuation and non-existent paragraphs too.)
Some memories before I forget.
*Wandering down to the seminary (2 km away!.. or less). I tried walking on against traffic flow you know, but all i got was weird stares from the local residents walking on the other side of the road. Well, they were against traffic after all to think of it! But my side of the road wasn't nice. No proper pavement or whatever to walk on. And i saw a german shephard riding pillion! how sad. It was balanced all four legs on the narrow feet of the seat. Without a helmet on too! Think of it, careening through traffic. It's like all four legs balancing on a ball. Without digressing further, I wandered into STM. I been there before, and only recognized it when i reached the buildings. Nice trees and all but not enough nice grounds to stroll on. I walked on the field to get a view (it's on a small lump, smaller than bukit timah lump can you believe it!) and came trotting back double quick for fear of snakes. Not exactly tranquil right. Tried sitting on the swing to think for a while but were preoccupied with ppl walking past and me wondering if they were wonderign about me and the company of two juicy mosquitoes.
The swing was creaking pretty noisily, and teh signboard DID say it was for 12 and below (but heck the english was rubbed off and I told myself I could pretend I can't read chinese),, so it wasn't really fun. The only nice part was the sounds of the seminary ppl singing "I will be still and know that you are God" wafting though the air over to where I was seated with the mosquitoes.
Ah well, frasers hill is better. At least you have more solitude without those uninvited mosquitoes.
*The bumps at night.
*The dead rat outside my window which I watched the process of its decomposition day after day. Yes, in rain and in shine.
* Erm, yeah. I'm too lazy. Anyways, talking about looking at flowers and marvelling at the intensity (and just the right shade too!) of teh colours don't mean much. When that can be done again.
So i'm back and quite at a loss of what I (want to or should) be doing.
