reprimand

rep·ri·mand  : a severe reproof or rebuke, esp. a formal one by a person in authority.

no one like being reprimanded though it is necessary for everyone to get one once in a while, to put us back on track, to remind us of what we're supposed to do. oh yeah, it does hurt, especially to our pride. no one likes it. i get really defensive against one. rebellious soul. it reminded me of one of the songs in little mermaid i listened to so many times when i was young, one part of the lyrics goes like this:

"bet'cha on land they understand
that they don't reprimand their daughters"

nobody likes it. but we need it. badly.
for those who has the courage to reprimand, thank you.

boohoohoo

i spilled my lunch all over myself and onto the floor today.
chilli stained shiftdress and unsatisfied stomach :(
sob...

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on the subject of health

i was not aware that i am rather health conscious compared to most of my friends until i realised i have been keeping in check what lovey is having for lunch, banning maccas and kfcs and coke (the damned concoction containing all the worst possible thing for your teeth which unfortunately tastes so good: up to eleven teaspoons of sugar and strong acid and fizz *shudder*). plus, kept telling people to get in shape while i am not really in shape.

sis went jogging yesterday, as if she needs it, being perpetually under the suggestedly healthy BMI. in this case, the reason was to improve her overall fitness, as she gets dizzy spells easily. fair enough.

me? i stayed at home, eating sushi and watching so you think you can dance. "very healthy" hahaha. the most outrageously funny defense i have ever heard regarding not being in shape was from one of my friend, when someone suggested that her then-bf to get in shape. well, he was a rather tubby dude, but my friend just went, "round is a shape, what?". it still cracks me up whenever i remember it, yet cannot deny that excess flab here and there do you no good, especially in long term. i dun think i have much of those though i do admit i need to exercise more.

do you think walking a dozen times (or maybe more) to and fro, from my surgery to the reception is enough exercise? my surgery is right at the back of a ten chair clinic by the way... how about daily trip from and to the train station as well? it adds up to a good 15-20 minutes a day... furthermore, i go on a walk with the girls at work for like half an hour every now and then, depending on my mood at the time... oh and also, i walk, if i need to go anywhere in the city since i live smack bang in the centre of it... *allie's getting defensive* but hey, it's not like i live a totally sedentary working life :p

dad called last night and he was telling me how one of his mates just had a coronary bypass and we talked about how not eating well do harm your body. then he went on talking about how this friend of him was really overweight yet loves to eat so much, that if you want to find a nice place for dinner, he's one to advice you. oh dear Lord, i am grateful my parents watch what they eat so they'll live long and prosper. amen :)

conclusion is: eat well, exercise enough and dun be too stressed. live's better lived healthy :)

one hour away till the clock saves me

fifteen patient-free minutes. and i've decided to write although i am not really sure what to write at this very moment. i haven't been writing from work for a long time. i haven't been writing much lately, actually. i just don't know what else i should pour out into this blog. is this what they call a writer's block? or am i just regressing? or are my brain cells simply overused that i haven't been able to think creatively anymore?

nah.

i'm just currently too occupied with something else.
or someone else :p

ah! the lady's here.
need to give her denture back.

mary's heart

As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord's feet listening to what he said.

But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, "Lord, don't you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!"

"Martha, Martha," the Lord answered, "you are worried and upset about many things, but only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her."

Luke 10:38-42

on the subject of friendship

I hate to see you cry
Lying there in that position
There's things you need to hear
So turn off your tears and listen

Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
No, it won't all go the way it should
But I know the heart of life is good

You know it's nothing new
Bad news never had good timing
Then the circle of your friends
Will defend the silver lining

Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
No, it won't all go the way it should
But I know the heart of life is good

I know it's good

on the subject of love

i left prayer tower with super puffy eyes again last night. don’t worry; this piece is not a promotional for the prayer tower although i would say that i have been blessed so many times, during those many monday nights in God’s presence, my secret place, my sanctuary.

...

i have forgotten how it felt to be loved, for quite a long while now. to be able to feel loved again, to be able to feel worthy to be loved again, it affected me more than i can imagine. and when i tried to think, that if us, who have fallen short of His glory, still capable of loving, although limitedly and conditionally, how much greater is our God’s love? this revelation really overwhelmed me, beyond what i could take and i spend one good hour crying my eyes out, could not sing, could not even pray, just sat there, awed, immersed in God’s grace.

when i started to be able to control the sobbing, someone started to sing this song, brought me back to brokenness again.

Here I am humbled by Your Majesty
Covered by Your grace so free
Here I am, knowing I'm a sinful man
Covered by the blood of the Lamb

Now I've found the greatest love of all is mine
Since You laid down Your life
The greatest sacrifice

Majesty, Majesty
Your grace has found me just as I am
Empty handed, but alive in Your hands
Majesty, Majesty
Forever I am changed by Your love
In the presence of Your Majesty

Here I am humbled by the love that You give
Forgiven so that I can forgive
Here I stand, knowing that I'm Your desire
Sanctified by glory and fire

...i still can’t fully understand why would God came down for us and even died on that filthy cross. we’re not worth it, are we?

i can only come to one conclusion. that is LOVE. that is exactly God’s love for us. He thinks that we are to die for! so why couldn’t we understand this before?

...

i’ve found the answer in this story.

36 Now one of the Pharisees invited Jesus to have dinner with him, so he went to the Pharisee's house and reclined at the table. 37 When a woman who had lived a sinful life in that town learned that Jesus was eating at the Pharisee's house, she brought an alabaster jar of perfume, 38 and as she stood behind him at his feet weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears. Then she wiped them with her hair, kissed them and poured perfume on them.
39 When the Pharisee who had invited him saw this, he said to himself, "If this man were a prophet, he would know who is touching him and what kind of woman she is—that she is a sinner."
40 Jesus answered him, "Simon, I have something to tell you."
"Tell me, teacher," he said.
41 "Two men owed money to a certain moneylender. One owed him five hundred denarii, and the other fifty. 42 Neither of them had the money to pay him back, so he cancelled the debts of both. Now which of them will love him more?"
43 Simon replied, "I suppose the one who had the bigger debt cancelled."
"You have judged correctly," Jesus said.
44 Then he turned toward the woman and said to Simon, "Do you see this woman? I came into your house. You did not give me any water for my feet, but she wet my feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair. 45 You did not give me a kiss, but this woman, from the time I entered, has not stopped kissing my feet. 46 You did not put oil on my head, but she has poured perfume on my feet. 47 Therefore, I tell you, her many sins have been forgiven—for she loved much. But he who has been forgiven little loves little."
48 Then Jesus said to her, "Your sins are forgiven."
(Luke 7:36-48)

“He who is forgiven little, loves little.” This little statement reveals a mammoth truth for us: We will love God to the degree that we recognize the magnitude of our sins and the immensity of God’s grace to forgive them.
(www.desiringgod.org)

let's learn to really see :)
be blessed, all~