it never ceases to amaze me at how sweet tempered sara is. i have disturbed her by pinching, petting, rolling her about (can't help it she's so tubby you see) and done countless other annoying things to her while she was either eating or sleeping.

but she has never once growled or snarled at me, or any member of my family. not once. and that's why i sayang her so much.

how can i not? she even checks the bathroom for lizards for me everytime i want to use it. though i have to admit, more out of desire to play with them then out of actual love for me.

even so...

prayer among other things

pastor marcus is right.


we christians acknowledge that prayer works miracles and has the power to change things, we also talk about praying a lot. and yet, we don't like to pray much.


i admit i am that kind of christian. for me, i'd rather praise and worship or listen to the sermon than pray. cos praying is (forgive me for saying this but i'm being honest) boring and my mind keeps wandering off to everything else but God when i'm praying. and i also have this really big problem of praying a very me me me type of prayer. of course, there're times when God has really touched me some way or another and i become very fervent and sincere in talking to Him in my quiet time, but fellow christians will understand i think... , after awhile you know, i'll forget and lapse back into the tidak apa state again.


so today's sermon about prayer was really timely and relevant for me. having had a revelation of sorts about the more unpleasant side of me last night, it really is a comfort to go back to God and ask for help. because prayer is not only a time where you ask God for this and for that... it's also an opportunity to map out your strategy plans with God regarding your problems. i can testify to the number of times i started praying while being angry, upset, confused but ended the prayer feeling a lot calmer and more prepared to forgive or apologize. but, like a lot of people, i still need to work on not only giving Him my time and talking to Him whenever i'm in trouble and need help, but all the time as well. being a christian is not a one step process in which once you get through an obstacle it's smooth sailing from then on. it's a series of moving forward, then getting blocked and sometimes going backwards, all the time.


another thing that came into mind was WWJD?
what would Jesus do?

honestly, i haven't been asking myself that for a long time. mostly, it's just what would denise do or someone else's. but hardly Jesus's. which was probably why i've messed up a lot of times. i'm sure Jesus wouldn't throw tantrums if he didn't get what He wanted...

but it's hard ok. it's really hard. it's denise's way vs God's way all the way. and yes it's a struggle to say no to what i would usually do to open my possibilities of confronting a situation with what God would rather i do.

do you think practising would make perfect?
cos i really hope so.






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liverpool did superbly well yesterday *smiling from ear to ear* and work is getting better though i still feel uncontrollably sleepy after lunch. how la?

have you ever wondered?

we work day in and out to buy things that we want/ make our family more comfortable/ acheive things in life...

but

isn't it because we're too busy working that we have no time to buy what we want/ spend time with our families/ acheive other (non-monetary) goals in life?

opportunity cost.

sad thing really.

work is tiring :( hope i get used to it fast.

do you watch too much tv?

class?

today being the dutiful daughter i am... followed my dad on one of his work rounds to The Cove. there was a broken window in one of the units and stuff. my dad does construction and renovation work, so i imagine you can put 2 and 2 together by yourself.

anyway, the cove is a really neat place. k, just imagine this... over 6000 sq ft of space and a view of the sea. yes very pretty. so it's like, one unit per floor and my gosh the space... seriously, i think you need about two maids just to maintain the place. well i've never had the luxury of living in anything that big so excuse my exclamations of ignorance. hehe. having a lot of space is well... nice (such a boring word but i can't help it), but i kinda got a bit disoriented walking around the 'apartment'. again, modestly-sized house upbringing. so as i was walking around ooh-ing and ahh-ing at the rooms, the toilets, the living room, i'm quite ashamed to say that i was already mentally buying and furnishing one of my own *sheepish grin*. walk in closet, jacuzzi, fur rug in the hall, music room with a grand piano... now don't you just wish you were rich?

being there gave me the feeling of being in a seaside resort. i don't know why (and i'm sure i'm mistaken) but the tenents there well, they have the feel of being rich and idle. you know... housewives with nothing to do other than schedule their next manicure appointment or do yoga with their equally bored friends on the sun porch (now this i really saw on my way out), eurasians who just want to r & r by killing their skin cells in the sun, datuks who just buy property like this as just another house... now tell me you don't despise them just a little bit. but i'm sure there're plenty of young, hardworking, and richer-than-thou people who live there as well. who have lives other than visiting orphanages in "that old thing" LV bag in which they stuff everything from thermoses to i don't know... lip balm in. not, that there's anything wrong with that.

oh by the way, i seem to observe that the rich seem to favour whites and pastel colours in their dressing. particularly whites. but i like it. wealthy fashion. snobby. nice. can you tell i'm kidding?

so back to the supersized apartment unit that i was fortunate enough to put my middle-class body in...

it was really nicely furnished. clearly the work of a professional (ie not done by self), looked like something from a design magazine but more sparsely furnished cos i think they're planning to rent it out. it's really stylish and all, but i think i'd like to decorate my house myself. it gives character to the house. and it's more personal when every piece of furniture has a memory to it.

now if i had a crib like this i'ma gonna have loads of kids (oh 4 at least). otherwise what on earth am i going to do with all that space? well the dog's gonna need one of it's own...

this'll make me stop ppk-ing

best in broadcasting - denise ong.

laugh out loud.


i don't feel like i really deserved it.


1. because they give the award to the student with the highest cgpa in broadcasting class. that doesn't mean that the person is really awesome in broadcasting bla bla. i know i'm not, because i know my classmates and i know that they're far more knowledgeable in broadcasting know-how than me. i just happened to do a bit better in exams i guess.

2. i didn't even attend the awards ceremony. it's a yearly thingie held to appreciate and award deserving students (like me) and name the best this best that (think oscars). basically, show off student's work for that year. and i feel really lousy for ppk-ing the event. hey how was i supposed to know i won something? which makes it doubly worse cos i finally won something but didn't even get to enjoy the fruits of my labour. haih.


wonder if i'll still be able to claim my prize/award now? that is, if i'm able to show my face around college for awhile.


oh yeah before i forget, i'm gonna be graduating next saturday morning. so, if any of my dear friends want to attend/ see me looking funny/ wish me/ present me flowers... do let me know :)

tired of elaborating now. time to (re)fill my stomach.