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| Being tagged
As heretherenet
has already explained, xanga tagging spreads very fast. In fact,
it spreads so fast that it reminds me of the flu/cold. Now if you
can be immune to a cold after you get it once (at least until it
mutates into something else), does this mean that you can be immune to
xanga tagging after you are tagged once?
Anyway, here are 5 random facts about me. I will, however, not tag 5 other people.
- When
I was young (maybe still now), I was a very "literal" person, or at
least, I took what people said very literally. For example, I
once asked my parents where babies came from. They brushed me
off, saying, "Go ask your teacher." So I did. As a result,
my grade 3 class (or was is 2, or 1?) studied the human reproduction
process for science class.
- During my childhood years, my all time favorite tv program was Mazinger Z! It was about this super cool robot that beat up bad robots. I loved Mazinger so much I wanted to build robots when I grew up. This eventually sparked my interests in computers.
- If I had a choice, I would preffer eyebrows that are unplucked rather than plucked, because plucked eyebrows look funny to me.
- I
absolutely detest english muffins, and will only eat them if I must. I
don't understand why some people like them so much. I'd much rather
preffer an eggo.
- I
am a sentimental pack-rat. I like to keep anything and everything
to remind me of my past (little scribbled notes, movie ticket stubs,
hospital wrist tags, etc. I still have all my school notes and
assignments going way back to grade 3. Everything before grade 3
was lost when I moved). Unfortunately, my pack-rat tendencies do
not go well with my tendencies to be disorganized. They make
locating something in my room is very difficult.
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| Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!
Some things I am thankful for:
- I'm really thankful for BSF this year because my devotions have
been lacking lately, and the BSF studies have served as a weekly
reminder to get into God's Word. We are currently covering Genesis this
year, a very interesting and foundational book.
Today, the
discussion was on chapter 3 which covers the fall of
man. A point mentioned during the discussion was that
one one of the tactics Satan used to tempt Eve was to downplay the
seriousness and the severity of sin. ("You will not surely die," the
serpent said to the woman. "For God knows that when you eat of it your
eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil." Genesis 3:4). So beware of finding ourselves downplaying the severity of our own sins. We reap what we sow.
One sad thing from the chapter was that Adam and Eve had everything
going for them, so much potential, and so much they could enjoy around
them, especially the presence of God. Yet, Eve let herself be fixated
on the one single thing that was forbidden in the entire garden. Was
she treating the other good things in the garden with contempt because
God withheld that single forbidden fruit from her? Did she feel God was
unfair? I don't know for sure. But she decided to eat the fruit. And
today, we experience the consequence of this one decision.
Even
for their poor decision, I'm glad God didn't abandon them. He called
out to them, in hopes that they would respond, and call back to Him.
Ultimately, they responded. And even though suffering and pain entered
the world, there was still hope. God made garments of skin to cover
their shame, as a foreshadowing of what would occur many centuries
later: God sent His Son into the world to die for our sins, so that He
may clothe us with His righteousness, and we would be made right with
Him again.
- My family: I've come to appreciate my family a lot more these
past few years, especially my parents. Even though my parents "talk a
lot" sometimes, I've realized that some of their advice actually make a
lot of sense. And they've shown their love by doing a lot for me,
whether it is cooking, or cleaning, or driving, or even paying for my
education.
- I'm thankful to God that I've finally completed my school
requirements to graduate, yeih! This has certainly been a very humbling
school experience. I thought I would almost never finish my last degree
requirement, a project where I had to design a scheduling algorithm.
Near the end, as I was writing my final report, the more I wrote, the
more I realized I didn't know what I was doing! In the end, I only
completed it because God was gracious to me. To Him be all the glory.
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| Back to Reality ...
Hello everyone. I'm finally back home
after a nice 6 week vacation at G. F. Strong. It was kind of like going
on a cruise, with all you can eat food (especially ice cream and hot chocolate! ). The food was served for you and you didn't even need to clean up!
Someone made my bed everyday, and an ample supply of towels was available to
you. You hit the (physio) gym everyday, and relaxed in their (therapy) pool
kept at a cozy 35 degrees centigrade.
I also met a neat bunch of people too. They ranged from school
teachers, to real
estate agents, to manufacturing equipment mechanics, to students.
Someone
was there after a car accident where she lost her foot. Another lost
his hands, and another was severely burned. Some had multiple strokes,
and others multiple sclerosis. And some had rheumatoid
arthritis and lived with deformed hands that can no longer grasp
objects.
Others have arthritis all over their bodies and ache all over.
It's been quite a humbly experience living there and meeting all these
people. When I compare my situation with theirs, I realize that I'm quite
well off:
I can still walk, and had good eyesight and good use of my hands. I also
have a caring family at home, and a wonderful church family, while many of them
live alone. Despite their circumstances, many are not downdraught, and
they even cheer for each other when they see each other walk for the first
time. Some have a great sense of humour, and know how to have fun.
While in G. F., someone challenged me by asking, "Do you see the patients
here as people? Do you see them as people who need Christ?" I admit
that I did not really, and felt a bit ashamed too. He said, "Maybe
pray about it?" So I did. The next day, I had a chance to talk
with one of the guys there, and even shared my testimony with him! It
turns out that his mom is a Protestant and his dad is a Catholic, and he believed
there was a God, although he hasn't quite made up in his mind who He was.
He even shared his relationship issues with me too.
I also met a lady there who was a Christian. She is of native decent and
has quit drinking for over 17 years. On the night before I left, the guy
whom I shared my testimony with said goodbye to me. He told me he was
feeling sick because of the dye they injected him with for some medical
test. He also said goodbye to the Christian lady who was leaving the
same day I was. And when she heard he wasn't feeling well, she prayed for
him. Afterwards, he commented on how despite her circumstances, she had a
lot of faith in God -- she continued to trust in Him, and continued to pray to
him, in contrast to his own faith which went up and down. When Jesus
comes, I know her faith will bring Him great praise and glory, because it has
been tried, and shown to be true.
1 Peter 1:3-9
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great
mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the
resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and into an inheritance
that can never perish, spoil or fade—kept in heaven for you, who
through faith are shielded by God's power until the coming of the
salvation that is ready to be revealed in the last time. In this you
greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to
suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that your
faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by
fire—may be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honor
when Jesus Christ is revealed. Though you have not seen him, you love
him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are
filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy, for you are receiving
the goal of your faith, the salvation of your souls.
Thank you Lord for the time of rest you've given me at G. F. Strong,
and for the people I've met there, and their stories. Thank you
for the care you've shown me over the past years, and for the care
you'll show me in the future.
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| Post-OP Update
Hello everyone. Well, I was just
transfered to G.F. Strong today, yeih!
. Thank you everyone for the
prayers. The operation went fairly well. The major
discumfort after the operation has been nausia and constepation, but
I'll spare you the gory details .
It's been an
interesting few days at St. Paul's, from learning to use a urinal all
over again, to meeting some interesting people in my room. One
person was an elderly man who lived most of his life in South Africa,
and ran large food fascilities (for hotels and hospitals). He
also seemed to be quite computer savvy too, which was a nice
surprise. I also met a man originally from Iran, who
practices the Bahá'ís religion. His kindness got me to wonder
about other religions -- they have an effect on people too.
However, how are they "different" from faith in Christ? There was
also a very kind,
friendly elderly lady to talk to and pass the time as well. She
fell twice though while user her walker, but fortunately, nothing broke
or dislodged.
I got to spend some extended times w/ my mom as well who
visited me early one afternoon by busing to St. Paul's! She brought me
some jook, and of course constantly tried to make me eat a lot of fresh
fruits, and drink plenty of liquids. Even though this was
slightly irritating, I was glad to spend some time w/ her. I don't know how many opportunities I will have
left to spend time w/ her. Somehow, it seems like
"hospital/rehab" times are "bonding" times for me and my family
members. I guess we don't really make time to "hand out" with
each other when things are okay. Kind-of sad eh? Looking back,
the relationship between me and my family members have grown over the
past 3 years, and I'm very grateful to God. I still remember how
I angry and whiney I was towards them during my last operation when I
had to first learn how to spend time w/ then :-p . Today, I'm
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| His Ways, Not Our Ways.
Today I'm very happy   because I learned that a dear friend
of mine has once again found faith God. He was with me a few days
before I had my first hip replacement more than 3 years ago. I
can still remember him driving me from one New Year's gathering to
another. We sat on a stairwell, and I shared with him my doubts
about the upcoming surgery. I hadn't seen or heard from him for a
long time until I stumbled onto his xanga site. Then my heart was
weighed down when I learned of his departure from his faith. I
wondered, "How can a person fall away like that?"
But today, I am comforted to know that God did not abandon him.
And He used the very weapons He knew would ultimately bring Him back to
Himself. Not weapons we would normally use if we were fighting a
war, weapons that depend on our strengths or abilities. But His
spiritual weapons that, in contrast, displays His power in our
weakness. In this case, it was true joy he saw in a sister's life
(and in other believers' lives) that brought him back, a joy and
steadfastness that remained whether things were going well or badly.
Your ways are amazing Father. We like to use our own ways to do
the impossible, and make things worse in the process. And we get
frustrated and discouraged when it doesn't work. Instead, teach us,
God, not to depend on our "strengths", but to rely on You, and watch
you do a miracle.
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In about 2 days (Tuesday), I'll be having my second hip replacement
(this time on my left hip joint), so I'll disappear from cyberspace for
a little while. Prayers are very welcomed .
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