Thursday, September 28, 2006

Signs that people are truly bored :)




1) there actually is a website dedicated to people who are zhng-ing their favourite snacks.....into MEGA BIG versions. ha


PIMP THAT SNACK!

2) here's another gem with a nasty name that says it all:
GO FUG YOURSELF

dedicated to running down the ugly dresses that Paris Hilton and all other celebs inflict on us poor mortals.

i confess: i read them! guilty pleasure! bolded, underlined, italicised guilty pleasure. lol.

sigh. i am so easy.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Through the Barricades


I have been doing a lot of mulling over what makes human relationships deep and meaningful. It's crazy how many walls - conscious and unconscious - that we erect around our precious selves. When I look deep within my own self, with the revealing light of God's truth looming before me, I see an internal labyrinth of twists and turns. I am guilty of much of what I am gonna talk about for sure.

The psychologist Larry Crabb talks about how deeply hurtful the sin of self-protection is - and yet not many of us are unaware of the fact that it is a sin. We claim we have the right to "protect ourselves" or say with total sensibility "we cannot expect to be best friends with everybody". It sounds absolutely logical and looks absolutely logical to keep people at arm's length. It sounds almost too convenient.

Sometimes I think being nice and polite can be insufferable and frustrating. Being nice and polite, we sometimes refrain from saying what is always on our minds. It does not mean that we should be aggressive, rude or in-your-face. Nice and polite has a place and time.

BUT sometimes our being 'nice and polite' and 'sensitive' can be convenient excuses to stay indifferent to another person. We don't want to create trouble. And God FORBID, we get involved!

We don't want to go into the uncharted scary territory of offence and in doing so, we create opportunities for ourselves to become hypocrites.

Some of us are scared of OFFENDING another person. So we keep our mouth shut and keep our grouses within in the name of 'niceness'. Yet, we get disdainful and arrogant about how 'touchy' and 'closed up' the person is. Or worse, we gossip with others about why he/she is so touchy.

The question here to answer honestly is : Why don't we attempt to push past the person's barricades and find out how they are and what they think?

Some of us are scared of BEING OFFENDED by another person. So we keep our mouth shut around the type of people who aggravate us the most in the name of 'niceness'. Yet, deep within, we fester with resentment about being forced into a closeted, constrained kind of life by such 'nasty, insensitive' people - we grumble ironically about a closet we actually created for ourselves.

The question here to answer honestly is: Why don't we let down our barriers and let others see our thoughts - ugly as they are?

It is funny how often we deliberately choose not to engage deeply with people. And be driven to despair with the lack of deep engagement. It's a self-fulfilling prophecy, a tragic comedy of sorts. The one thing we demand of people, we are not willing to give of ourselves to make it happen.

So many of us hunger so deeply for real, genuine heart-to-heart, deep-calls-out-to-deep relationships. We read up books and hear sermons telling us how to do so but nothing penetrates - especially when the books and sermons sound like meaningfullly offered but flat instructions.

It's like handing our recipies to starving people - they don't want to know the instructions of how to make a meal, they want the meal itself. There is something very wrong and very sad when all people have heard the preaching about Love THY Neighbour and yet not all people can testify that they have felt that Love.

Jesus tells us to Feed our sheep. Not tell them how to feed themselves. Or hope that other people will feed them.

Why are we so scared of crossing the barricades we erect around ourselves?
Why do we erect so many barricades around us?
Why do so many of our words and conversations rotate around and around the desire for genuine relationships and genuine love and yet we never dare to do anything about it?
Why do so many of us pin an obsessive hope for a soulmate to come along as if the perfect husband or wife will solve our deep hunger for real relationships?

Why are we so scared to lose the life that we have? The peaceful, feel good life of non-confrontation?
Why do we cling on so tightly to our privacy?
Our life without fights, difficult conversations and awful truths?

Could it be that deep relationships only happen if we let go of 'polite niceness', speak words of truth IN LOVE - embrace the possibility of fights, difficult conversations and awful truths which may actually open doors for deeper relating?

Luke 9:24 records for us Christ's intoxicating words:
"For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will save it."

Christ demanded that we give up all earthly things in our life. I don't think he meant just the surface tangible stuff. I think he meant the difficult parts as well - ego, esteem, privacy, vulnerability.

It does not mean we should bare our souls like modern Pharisees, proclaiming loudly in the streets "Look how brave and vulnerable I am!!!! Oh so godly!!!! and honest!!" That's repulsive and reeks of showmanship.

I mean we should have a disarmament. We should lay down our defenses and surrender our need to protect our lives. And say the honest thing, even if that lays everything vulnerable before another.

The writer Frederick Buechner felt this keenly as he struggled through his father's suicide. He wrote a book that quotes King Lear in its title, "Speak What We Feel (Not What We Ought To Say): Reflections on Literature and Faith."

Like all Shakespearen tragedies, King Lear involves miscommunication of epic proportions. Lear has his daughters compete for their inheritance by judging who can proclaim their love for him in the grandest possible fashion. Cordelia finds that she is unable to show her love with mere words. While her elder sisters posture and preen about their love to their happy father, Cordelia says in a famous quiet aside that goes on to start the tragedy going:

"What shall Cordelia speak?
Love, and be silent."

Though traditionally seen as the epitome of goodness in the play, Cordelia is not as innocent as we think. Her general silence - dare we say 'wimpiness - about how she feels about such mistreatment and injustice really does contribute somewhat to how much her wicked sisters get away with.

At the end of the play, among the dead bodies of both the heroes and villains, the Duke of Albany says with great regret:

"The weight of this sad time we must obey,
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say."

In short : the truth of our dark times must be told, whether or not it is what others want to hear.

Buechner himself ends off his poignant book with this encouragement:
"Fear not. Be alive. Be merciful. Be human.
And most unlikely of all:
Even when you can't believe,
even if you don't believe at all,
even if you shy away at the sound of his name,
be Christ."

Christ was able to talk to everyone with BOTH truth and love.

He never feared vulnerability or testing other people's pretence at invulnerability.

Surely, we who know and love Christ, and claim to be his disciples - should try to do the same?

How much of our own life do we still want to keep for ourselves? And for what purpose honestly?
How much are we willing to pour out at the feet of others irregardless of whether they trample upon them or not?

I want to see real change in relationships.
But first, it starts off with taking a real good look at how to change ME.

I am serious about this: If you know me personally, and if you have things you want to make me aware of - like how I frustrate you, or how I am insensitive to you - please let me know. :)

I am truly willing to disarm and learn. And die die humble myself. So call me out if I get defensive.

And if it gets ugly, it gets ugly. Love and Truth will deal with it.

God will make sure I am ready to hear about my inner ugliness. :)

Saturday, September 16, 2006

"He takes us as we are but does not leave us as we are"


I just wanted to blog. primarily to remember that line in the conversation.

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Under the light fall of stray raindrops, with the bright glare of a spotlight from a corner window
over bowls of over-sweet Rochor bean curd, we talked about what it means to follow Christ.

B was worried that he would never be sincere enough to become a Christian. Earnestly worried and deeply troubled by how hard God was pursuing him, he wondered, "How can I ever be genuine enough to pray to God? I have no face to meet him."

I groped for words adequate to express how I felt about it and said,"It's true and that's the sincerest thing we can tell God - I am sorry. I have no face to meet you. I am an awful piece of crap. and I need you."

R piped up with her sweet voice,"God takes us as we are."

I followed with,"God takes us as we are....but He does not leave us as we are. That is His grace to us."

B sat thoughtfully and mused,"I don't know how to pray though."

Glad that Jesus himself taught us how to pray then in Matthew 6, we shared the Lord's Prayer with B.

It's a beautiful prayer that says everything that matters to a tired heart, weary with longing for perfection.

"Our Father in heaven,
hallowed be your name,
your kingdom come,
your will be done
on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us today our daily bread.
Forgive us our debts,
as we also have forgiven our debtors.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from the evil one."

No matter how lousy I feel about myself, I can rest knowing that He gives me daily strength and deliverance.

God, thank you for taking me as I am. Thank you more for not leaving me as I am.

I need to remember tonight's words more often. :)

Friday, September 15, 2006

Confessions of a Brother of the Prodigal Son



When I was 22 and living out on my own, I was obsessed with the idea of going out to make One Big Mistake.

It was a really perverse thought - I rationally, logically decided that life would not be complete without making that One Big Mistake that would teach you big things. It did not help that there were some friends around me then who had that same concept - that to learn from life, you gotta go out and make mistakes. True to some extent - but it can be a really insidious way of justifying many wrong things that you want to do with your life.

By some grace, I did NOT get to make my One Big Mistake. My life on paper looks pretty vanilla in some aspects.

But from time to time, I do get bitter thoughts about how much more "fun" other people had - making mistakes before turning over a new life. I sometimes -perversely - wonder why I could not have been one of those "lucky" few. Objectively, I know its a stupid thought. Emotionally, its a thought that still makes me wonder.

Sometimes when I read the story of the Prodigal Son, I see myself empathising with the angsty elder brother. God (the Father in the story) is quick to show a tremendous outpouring of grace upon people who have done a great deal of wrong. And sometimes I look at the Prodigal Sons around me - richly blessed after a life of Big Mistakes - and wonder, "So what was the whole point in me being good and all for, God?! I mean, why don't I get rewarded for staying good?!"

And that's the whole reason why C.S. Lewis said Pride is arguably the biggest sin.

What's even uglier than Pride in one's sinfulness is Pride in one's 'goodness' - "Look at me! I am Good! Yeah Baby! Check out how GOOOOOD I AM! I am gooder than you'll ever be, punk."

In Luke 15, the angsty goody goody brother of the Prodigal Son yells," 'Look! All these years I've been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!'"

But the father (God) replies "My son, you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.' "

I admit - I am jealous of the Prodigal Sons around me. I wish I had a taste of life on the Bad side even if I rationally know that's the last thing I want to wish on myself. I wish I could get double the gifts from God for "being in God's good books" I want to get "paid" for being good.

But God doesn't work that way. God's Kingdom is not a meritocracy. Just because you extra good, you don't get extra goodies. God is fair. Every one who comes to Him gets richly paid - whether they came early or came late into His Kingdom. And I must NEVER begrudge anyone that!

Celebrate and be glad for how richly God chooses to bless even the most Prodigal of Prodigals.
And just find delight in living for God's sake rather than my own sake.

That's the lesson I am still learning.

sigh - I've got a Martha Martyr complex! Gag - I am a pissy goody-goody.

Boo.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

My So-Called Life




In the virtual world of Stormreach, you get to run around with a whoopin' flaming longsword and wear pretty silver armour. How can ya not love that? Yes, I am vain enough to be indecently pleased that I found armour that actually matches my hair. *end bimbo moment* This is why I cannot be a legit power gamer - I make dumb girl choices like refusing to wear ugly helmets which make my character look like some rugby player. :D

Ashara is finally a Level 10 cleric! (Whoo! goes all 4 of my gaming friends and "...." goes the rest of the world.)

Meanwhile, my poor halfling paladin is still stuck at Level 5 and unlikely to advance with the A level Exam Onslaught on the horizon.

Ugh.....can't wait till November. No. More. Lesson Prep!

Monday, September 11, 2006

In the Eye of the Beholder



I just read this funny bit of info:

"Some researchers also found that men judge the female figure they found most attractive as heavier than women's ratings of the ideal body shape. In contrast, most women, including overweight women, desire men with a very low percentage of body fat, whether they be thin or muscular. This suggests that, contrary to the media focus, men are far more likely to be attracted to larger women than women are to be attracted to larger men. Additionally, men are also more likely to be unsatisfied with their height, due to a perceived preference in women for men above average height.

Men, on the other hand, don't tend to factor height in when choosing a mate; they're attracted to short, tall, and everything in between. According to a study "Gender Differences in Body Dysmorphic Disorder" by Katharine A. Phillips and S. Diaz (1997), the most common body areas that cause the most distress among men with body image disorders include skin (58%), head hair (57%), nose (38%), body build (25%), eyes (18%), genitals (15%), legs (14%), chest (12%), and stomach/abs (11%)."

Seriously....'skin'? I didn't know guys freaked out that much about their skin or nose for that matter.Wonder how true that is in Asian context.

Isn't it so odd that the sexes are seriously miscommunicating about what each other finds attractive? I would not really care if a guy had bad skin, was balding or had a big ol' nose or no rippling six-pack. I really don't give a darn if he drives a sexy lil' Porsche or cycles to work, plays high money stocks or plays Counterstrike. And if one more guy rolls his eyes and tells me "Oh you don't understand. Girls say that but they actually want it.", I will smack him. I mean it. But then again, I suppose that's why some guys get offended when a girl insists that guys just like girls for looks.

The only thing that counts for me is : If a guy has no heart or no head for anything outside of himself, he's a goner.
So is it that hard to believe that there are guys out there who do think the same way? That they can separate between fantasy figures and who they want in real life? If I can totally luuuuuuuuurve Hugh Jackman and Pierce Brosnan (supersigh) on screen and yet very objectively know that they are not the kind of guys I want in real-life, I am sure there are guys who think the same.

But what is funny - of course - is how many guys refuse to believe that there are quite a few girls who don't care about their bods, wallets or jobs. It is similar to how many of us girls find it hard to believe that there are quite a few decent guys who think countercultural.

That's awful ain't it? I admit sometimes I like to believe guys are really as shallow as FHM makes them out to be. But that makes me a FSP - Female Sexist Pig. And FSP is just as condescending and awful as an MCP.

I asked NCM up front about whether looks mattered to guys as much as conventional wisdom would have us believe.
NCM thought for a while and said, "Yeah, its a fact...guys will always look at a gorgeous girl. But after a while, most guys grow up and look beyond looks. Wisdom becomes really attractive. It matters more."

Well, maybe NCM was humouring me.

Or maybe it was a genuine reflection of what goes on in guys' heads once they have tasted the 30s and dated around a bit.

Well, I guess me, my chubchub bod and my eye-baggage shall take comfort in knowing that if there is one guy who thinks like NCM, there must be more of them out there.

Yeah, yeah go on and sue me for being a Pollyanna.

Monday, September 04, 2006

how can a lump of cotton be sooooo cute?

I HEART these ridiculously useless but OH SO CUTE dollies.
Come on, doesn't the lil stuffed tofu and lil stuffed jiaozi make you go awwwwwww?
SO cute. SO uselessly cute.
even if i bought them i would not know what the heck to do with them.

If you are taken by these lil cuties, go check out
http://www.etsy.com/shop_sold.php?user_id=268