Deja vu Unknown

According to my big fat American Heritage Dictionary which -- other than my equally big fat encyclopedia -- collects more dust than any other book in my room, deja vu is defined as "the illusion of having already experienced something actually being experienced for the first time." That may be true, but I think it's not simply an illusion. We are created with eternity in our hearts, so I believe when deja vu happens, it's when our eternal clock and temporal clock strike in time.

What I don't understand, though, is why we experience deja vus that are seemingly insignificant. It could be the way we sit, who we're sitting with, or everyday activities.

Today I had a ridiculous deja vu. I was sitting cross-legged on my bedroom floor, my mom was on the ladder painting the wall, and we were musing on the rarity of something. But instead of saying "It's hard to find..." I said,


"It's fart to hind."


And that was my deja vu. So much for seeing the future.
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Hope in the things unseen. Unknown

For the past few weeks, I haven't been able to communicate with my father. Not that we're fighting. It's just that it takes 14 days or so to sail from China to Los Angeles (how cool is that!). Now usually, we have been able to keep in touch via emails on a daily basis. This time though, the satellite and computer systems were completely down, hence there was no way whatsoever to contact my dad or anyone else on board.

I was not used to not knowing. Is he okay? Where is he? Would the weather be fine? Will there be problems when he makes port? Imagine that when my parents were courting, they had to wait weeks, sometimes months before they received any letters from each other. And imagine the times way before that!

There is something to learn from this. I have been too used to instant responses and gratification. This new generation have been used to immediate answers. A half hour passes and we start questioning and re-questioning the slowness of a reply. We don't have as much patience as we should have. And we don't have as much faith. For it takes faith to believe that a letter will appear in the mailbox regardless of the length of time. It takes faith to believe that one will see again the face of a loved one even though no news arrives from him/her. Faith was more steadfast, and stronger too.

Perhaps we should not just know, but should actually discipline our faith and patience. Perhaps we should sometimes remove ourselves from the world wide web and the cellphone for a time. Perhaps we would better appreciate the many blessings already here and still to come. Perhaps we would be more focused. Perhaps our flimsy faith would be replaced with a steady kind. Perhaps I shouldn't use perhaps, but surely.

The good news? My dad arrived safely yesterday. Was good to hear from him. Was glad to see my mom relieved and happy. Thank you Jesus.

How is your faith today?

Clofu, anyone? Unknown

Tickling trivia from Lite FM. In a campaign to encourage people to stop eating meat, it has been suggested that a new type of tofu be made with George Clooney's sweat. Surely no one can resist the taste of one of the sexiest men alive?

Tofu is bland enough; but I don't think adding in "salt" is going to make it any more palatable. Sorry, George, as hot as you are, I do not consider your sweat appetizing.

Unknown

For all those of you who are satisfied with your SPM results.
Congratulations!

For those SPM-emo-ing-going-to-be-18-or-already-18-year-olds.
I still wish you
Congratulations!

Life is not made up of only A's.
You gave your all.
You did your best with what you have.
That is what really matters.

Smile! :-)

March 7 Unknown

Exactly one year ago yesterday, I was very much involved in

This year, though, I had a different schedule.

I trimmed Sunny's fur.

I gave her a bath too (which she wasn't too happy about).

And I went for a concert/cultural performance I'm not involved in.

It's hard to believe that only a year has passed. Seems like a million things had happened. Well. While I get into contemplative mood, I leave you with a product of two hyperactive girls who seriously needed sleep.

Glimpse of the Future Unknown

While driving home from paying my EPF contribution (yes, I have EPF, gonna retire soon!), I passed a young boy in a grey Kembara. He was around 9 who had a toy gun in his hand and was leaning out the window. All into the game, he looked for prey to hunt. And when he saw me, he lifted the gun to aim at me.

Now usually when I see a kid in the next car, I'd wave or smile. This time, though, I stopped in the middle of a wave. Instead, I raised my index finger to mean to say, "Cute game, but it's not very nice." Then I passed his car and forgot about it. A bit farther on, his car passed me again. And when I looked I was taken aback. For now the boy was looking at me with a frown and waving his index finger at me, an adult, meaning to say "No, you're gonna get it."

And suddenly I had a glimpse of a future terror. One who had no care save for whether you've offended him. One who's bent on revenge and rage. One with hunt on his mind. One who has no conscience.

Is this the next generation? More fear? Or can we - rather, are we going to do something about it?