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Not seeing the woods for the trees, and not seeing the trees for the wood.
Sometimes I just sit back and wonder if God, like in Jim Carrey’s Bruce Almighty, gets tired of all the prayers that He gets. He’s constantly getting inundated with requests from everyone. Surely some of them must clash with each other, like someone ask for rain and someone ask for sunshine. How would one decide?
Also, I wonder how He feels when we always leave things as they are, i.e. things like poverty, injustice, cruelty, and say, “God in all His mercy and power will work.” I wonder if He gets frustrated and yells at us, “THAT’S WHY I GAVE YOU ABILITIES AND OPPORTUNITIES TO HELP OTHERS, YOU NITWITS! I AIM TO WORK THROUGH YOU!” (Although I imagine that He’s probably more polite about it.)
Then again, I’m really just looking at God’s job and as a human, wondering how He has the patience and love to deal with it all. In that respect, I’m glad that I’m not God. Actually, in all respects I’m glad I’m not God. He’s doing and will continue to do an infinitely better job than I could ever imagine myself doing.
I’m not trying to be blasphemous or heretical, it’s just one of my flights of fancy.
Over the course of my first year and half of my second year in university, I did better than I have ever done in school. I have enjoyed what I study and have found myself applying myself to my work. It hasn’t all been easy, but it’s been enjoyable.
But this semester I have been swamped, more than before, more than IB and more than last year. I’ve had 7 essays and 4 presentations. I still have 4 exams to go. In the midst of it all, I realised something. God works in our weakness. When we feel weak and unsure what to do, He always provides. I look at my work this semester and know that it wasn’t my doing, but His alone. Only He could’ve helped me. I’ve been very self-sufficient but being stretched means that I can rely on Him for He is always there, perfecting me even in the midst of the refining process of stress. In all things, He is my Rock to whom I cling.
I had a friend who broke up with his girlfriend. He told me that he moved on, but whenever I met him, the topic of his girlfriend would always come up in conversation, like every single time. After a while, I felt disinclined to meet up with him because he’d either always rant about her or go on about what she was doing. I told him that he hadn’t moved on, but he didn’t believe me.
For the last time, if you didn’t manage to go overseas and got “stuck” here and have to go to a local university, you’re really not going to die or lose out. Suck it up. It’s not the end of the world nor are the people in NUS stupid. Yes, some are, but not all. But if you come in determined to mope, you’ll never get anywhere then I’ll just say, “Serves you right”.
It all turns out for good anyway. I just hate it when people go on about how it’s better overseas: less stressful, smarter people, less spoonfed. You choose what you want to make of it.
I have brilliant profs and have found myself stretched. Yes, it’s stressful, but if you can’t deal with it now, when will you ever be able to? I’ve found good friends but you’ve got to look (as you would in any university).
So yes, so if you would stop looking down upon us who are staying in Singapore, it would be great.
I just realised while talking on MSN that lol actually looks like someone with their hands in the air
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There has been and continues to be much suffering in the world. Someone I know has just found out that her entire village was washed away in the recent flooding. She can’t get in touch with her family because all communication is down.
Sometimes I look at my life and wonder if it’s wrong for me to worry about my 7 essays. Sometimes I berate myself for living the lifestyle that I live. Sometimes I wonder if it’s just wrong. People have told me that I have been blessed and I should enjoy it rather than being ‘ungrateful’ and disowning it. But something still doesn’t sit right somewhere deep down inside.
I just saw Ris Low going through another painful interview on Channelnewsasia. Now honestly, if she has bad english, move on. There’s no need to keep milking the story for all it’s worth. If anything, it just shows that Singaporeans get hung up about stupidly small things. It’s a beauty pageant, speaking does not come into the judging (otherwise the stupid answers given by some contestants would cause them to be thrown out).
About her criminal offence, yes, she committed one. But she’s served her time and what’s done is done. She’s out of the competition, but don’t we send sportsmen who have committed offences for sports tournaments? Furthermore, it seems rather hypocritical that we have this “Yellow Ribbon Project” in which we aim to rehabilitate ex offenders, but we can’t even accept someone who committed credit card fraud but keep making her answer for it even though the punishment has been meted out.
About her supposed exam cheating, if the school has made her retake it, why are we bringing it up again?
She’s 19. My goodness.
She’s causing more furor than Steve Chia did or Devan Nair ever did.
I think that this is like the AWARE episode, the media is just hyping things up. Surely there are more important things to report about rather than spending time harassing a girl?
Today, I just skimmed through some old emails ranging from November 2006 to March 2007. Some made me smile to see how far we’ve come and others were accompanied with a sense of disbelief and a brief flash of nostalgia. I’m sure if I looked through my posts from that period, I’d feel the same way.
How life moves on.
This time next year, I’ll be on my own (physically anyway).
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