Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Mondays

Nothing amuses me much these days. Not the pretty clothes that hang from designer boutiques I walk past. Not the smell of aromatic coffee and freshly baked buns that greet me before I enter my office. Not even the funky water dispenser that allots water according to its temperature. Cold...room...and Ouch!

Monday nights amuse me. Not like a haha-hehe Amusing, but more like a ooh-hmmm-pleasing Amusing. By 9.55pm, I'll be fully-geared with a remote control in one hand, and nothing in the other. By 10pm, I'll teleport myself into the prim and proper houses of Wisteria Lane and then to Seattle Grace Hospital, where unrealistically hot doctors strut their stuff.

There is so much to love about these shows.

There is, however, one thing I hate about watching my two (currently) favourite TV shows: Telephone calls. Don't ever call me from 10pm to 12mn on Mondays. I repeat, don't e-e-ee-everrr call me from 10pm to 12mn on Mondays. Don't call me if your house is on fire, (call 995). Don't call me if you can't find your dog, (call SPCA). Don't call me if you can't remember your last name and need to find your way home...

After I painstakingly make it through the Monday blues, and brushed aside the crap I have to face for the rest of the week, I think I deserve a little...amusement. Different people have different ways of amusing themselves. Mine just happens to fall on a Monday night.

Ok, so go bug someone else. (Don't) choose me. (Don't) pick me. (Don't) love me.

This is a very random moment.

Posted by Jo at 9:06 PM

Simple pleasures

Keep your eyes on the right-hand column of this blog,
Use your mouse or keyboard to scroll down until you see...

My new toy!

The cheap thrills in life keep us happy.

Posted by Jo at 2:05 PM

Monday, June 26, 2006

Silence of the clams

Listen. Such a simple act, yet most of us can't even do it right.

You know, people always say that you have to undergo change in order to realise how blessed you are. For example, you wouldn't know that there is light, unless you've been in darkness. You wouldn't know how pain feels like, unless you've fallen and bruised your knee caps. You wouldn't know who truly loves you unless this person has seen the worst side of you, yet chose to stick around anyway.

Over the weekend, I lost my voice...again. For the second time in three months. You can probably imagine how frustrating that feels...No? Well, for the record, it was extremely frustrating. Here I am, trying so hard to talk, but no one gives a hoot. And with Prayer Rally less than a week away, I certainly cannot afford to lose my voice now.

But I guess God has His own blend of humour because no matter how hard I prayed, all that came out was a whispering hoarseness fit for an ant's listening pleasure. After a while, I finally gave up and stopped talking. With my mind running at 120km/hr (and zero output), I was going nuts. No joke.

So with a non-existent mouth, I started to listen. And here's where the beauty begins, for God's voice can be heard beyond the lowest decibel. I guess the message is not just for me, but also for everyone who's busy planning for the Prayer Rally - Praise looks good on YOU. It's not about the burnt offerings or animal sacrifices, not about whether we have a good voice or if we can act well, all that matters is Him.

To cut the long story short, I think all of us need to take a breather, just stop and listen. You'll be surprised by what God will say to you.

Listen. Such a simple act, yet most of us can't remember to do it.

Posted by Jo at 2:26 PM

Monday, June 19, 2006

Why – Nichole Nordeman

We rode into town the other day
Just me and my daddy
He said I'd finally reached that age
And I could ride next to him on a horse
That of course was not quite as wild

We heard a crowd of people shouting
And so we stopped to find out why
And there was that man
That my dad said he loved
But today there was fear in his eyes

So I said "Daddy, why are they screaming?
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why is he dressed in that bright purple robe?
I'll bet that crown hurts him more than he shows
Daddy, please can't you do something?
He looks as though he's gonna cry
You said he was stronger than all of those guys
Daddy, please tell me why?
Why does everyone want him to die?"

Later that day the sky grew cloudy
And daddy said I should go inside
Somehow he knew things would get stormy
Boy was he right
But I could not keep from wondering
If there was something he had to hide

So after he left I had to find out
I was not afraid of getting lost
So I followed the crowds
To a hill where I knew men had been killed

And I heard a voice come from the cross
And it said, "Father, why are they screaming?
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why are they casting their lots for my robe?
This crown of thorns hurts me more than it shows
Father, please can't you do something?
I know that you must hear my cry
I thought I could handle the cross of this size
Father, remind me why?
Why does everyone want me to die?
When will I understand why?"

"My precious Son, I hear them screaming
I'm watching the face of the enemy beaming
But soon I will clothe you in robes of my own
Jesus, this hurts me much more than you know
But this dark hour, I must do nothing
Though I've heard your unbearable cries
The power in your blood destroys all of the lies
Soon you'll see past their unmerciful lies
Look there below
See the child
Trembling by her father's side
Now I can tell you why
She is why you must die

Posted by Jo at 12:56 PM

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

cyber-diarrhoea.com

As I sat there, with cheesy mashed potato in one hand and lukewarm honey in the other, I can’t help but bring myself in front of my laptop, type www.blogger.com and at 11.05pm, got myself on a road of no return.

Gosh, it’s a love-hate thing each time I’m in the mood to blog. Obviously, there needs to be a trigger, which in this case, happens to be a song called “I am” by Nicole Nordeman. That’s the kind of song that gets you thinking and reflecting, and for me, these ‘triggers’ have a magical effect of luring me to the pen and paper, or rather, the computer.

So here I am, attempting to report the mundane details of my mundane life. But you see, the problem is, I’m fighting a monster called Mr Sleepyhead and the endless writing which I’ve been doing isn’t doing much to boost my enthusiasm level either, so this is the best it’ll get...for now.

In no order of merit, welcome to jo's-cyber-diarrhoea.com:

- Woohoo: Exams are over. Boohoo: New semester will commence in Mid July.
- My mum's favourite colour is pink. My dad, like every other nonchalant male, doesn't have a favourite colour.
- My new toy is a black Creative MuVo TX with 1GB memory space. Without a doubt, every byte of it is loaded with Jason Mraz, Corrinne May and Michael Buble. That's Predictable, with a capital P.
- I've been jogging at least once a week. Not only do my calves feel firmer, my body is exuding fresh supplies of happy hormones.
- The two most frequently visited websites of the month are www.pandora.com and www.wikipedia.org.
- I've got nicknames for annoying colleagues at work. Ms Lala is a bimbo. Ms Haha is not funny.
- I'll be away at camp this weekend. Looking forward to a spiritual renewal.
- I'm a World Cup fan. I love the spirit of it. My bet's on Brazil.
- My chocolate-coated strawberry looks delicious on the outside, but tastes slightly sour. However, that's not going to deter me from eating more.
- I have to attend two weddings this month. Thankfully, it's the church service.
- Prayer Rally is creeping up fast and I'm excited. Great job guys!
- I can read on the train but not on the bus, much to my delight since I no longer take the bus a lot. Current book: In Her Shoes by Jennifer Weiner
- Purple is my new pink.
- So...I've got my salted fish fried rice and choc-coated strawberries, and here comes a glass of red wine to top up the already scrumptious meal. Tsk tsk, how can you give a millionaire another million?
- "Vrrooomm." Go figure =)

Good night folks.

Posted by Jo at 11:56 PM