A tribute to Aunty E

About 5 days ago, a life was lost. This person happened the mother of a close buddy of mine, who stuck with me through my difficult times and put up with my less-than-rational behavior at times.

We had fights, quarrels and squabbles, but the friendship was strengthened and stood the test of time. I'm truly appreciative for this godsend.

The proceedings were so surreal. It was so dreamlike, yet going thru the final rites wasnt easy. As a bystander, I was constantly swept by waves of emotions for this lady, a life taken in one fell swoop so suddenly, so unfairly. Despite the fact that I constantly reminded myself to be strong and not to cry, I found myself crying hysterically when the coffin was eventually transported into the furnace.

I felt this raging sense of injustice, of a life prematurely taken away. I felt a personal sense of loss, knowing that I'd never get to see this lady again, shake her hand, or see the smile on her face. I felt the grief, a grief the fraction of my buddy and that of his dad, who were so distraught that they had to be supported.

The least I could do, I felt, was to devote a little section of this space of mine in rememberance of her.

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Dearest Aunty E,

Thank you for being a part of my life. Though our period of acquaintance was brief, I respect you for who you are, the loving mother and strong person you are.

In the few occasions where we met, I sense the nice person you are, always with a smile, a warm countenance, even in times of affliction.

You have earned my deep respect for being a fighter and for your positive outlook in life. Even in your unexpected last days, your thoughts were for the family and on recovering. I trust that you are resting sound and well.

Do rest well, Aunty E. Never forgotten you will be, for you will always live in our hearts.

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In life we regret. Would I want to be guilty of that? How many times I have taken my dear mother for granted. Besides the yearly flowers on V-day, cards on her birthday and passe-stuff, I have yet to hug her, and tell her how much I appreciated her for who she was and all she has done. Perhaps this were never enough. Had my mom been just yearning for me to show her how much I loved her?

I dont want to regret no more.

Uncle S, please be strong for M. Letting go is difficult, but time will erase the hurt and preserve the fond memories.

M, please be strong for your daddy. The road ahead is long, and we will strive to run the race and achieve the goal, cause our eyes are fixed on Jesus! Your mother was a strong woman, no doubt about that. She passed on as a warrior.

self check

I’m still reeling over the initial shock I’m going thru as I’m typing this entry (at work again). Having being brought down by a bad bout of gastric and incessant headaches since last week, I took some time off to recuperate on Friday and Saturday.

After not having worked for 3 days in a row, I felt somewhat disoriented and alien as I stepped into the office. My table was painstakingly neat as usual (thanks to Tim), but the mouse was oily. Eeks….

Back to which, I had some difficulties going back into full swing. I was rather slow and disengaged, but time warmed up my engine and I was back in shape in a couple of minutes. And so was my gastric and headaches…

I realize that I’ve probably taken more panadol pills in my stint here than anywhere else in the world. It just occurred to me that these may have been caused by the stress level (I just happen to have a low threshold for that). So, I may be guilty of complicating my own life after all.

For the close-to-desperate prayers, God seems to have answered. I’m found opportunities to explore in other areas, and I’m seriously contemplating moving on and leaving this job in the dust. Today, I just made known my intention to leave early, and the folks were pretty gracious so far. I’m feeling so much lighter already.

Yesterday, after much apprehension and hesitation, I did manage to “take a step of faith” and I did manage to approach one young chap for a survey. Its incredulous that after all the public speaking seminars and all the events I’ve hosted in school in the past…I actually didn’t even have the courage to approach a stranger in public?

What was holding me back? Was my heart selfish? Perhaps I’ve grown too cold. Perhaps I’ve lost the passion and urgency. I kept asking myself why.

Nevertheless, I’m thankful for God’s grace that carried me through and gave me the courage and the counsel to speak. I was really taken aback by how I even managed to do it in the first place. I’m also grateful to the team, esp. Daniel and Louis for their kind words and encouragement. Cheers!

I pretty much want to quit being so hard on myself… and start being myself. Easier said than done. Where do I begin?

A typical day in the life of fraserlogy

Typhoon Carrier strikes my desk

My lovely workstation...

...and the freezing clinmate

0110am: finally called it a day for 23/7. Freezing at 16 degrees, but I had to do it to combat my runny nose and my throbbing headache. Man, I feel one big fever coming up!

0710am: woke up to the sounds of my fav Indian ringtone over my phone. Woke up and rushed to implement some PC restrictions at home. Sorry Leon, but we have your interests at heart.

0800am: I’m late for work! Took a yellow top cab to work. The cab fare costs be $10.50, and yellow Cab hasn’t increased their rates yet. Had many close shaves along the way, what a prelude to this week!

0825am: Bumped into HP and Tim’s smiling faces at the lobby. My day seems to be so much brighter, suddenly! J

0830am: Read the farewell card that Melvin wrote for me…I’m really touched yet honoured.

0835am: Its been a long time since I last did this. but I prayed. and this huge sense of peace and assurance just transcended upon me. I handled my calls with grace and with the smoothness of silk…until…

11.10am: My lovely subscriber H called! She has been calling up with matters to resolve since early May 06. Oh man. She was really upset and screaming over the line. I managed to stay calm, thank goodness.

11.25am: After 103 calls, and nutcase after nutcase after nutcase, my head’s spinning, my throat’s sore and my nose hurts. I’m certainly not feeling well.

12.50pm: My gastric’s not being nice to me. Finally, after 168+19+7+94+43 (331) calls, the lines seemed to have dropped and I’m stealing time to update my entry.

1.10pm : I’m finally out for lunch…and I contemplate my thots along the way, to quit or not to quit? I make up my mind, and at

1.30pm: I called my agent to tell her that I’m looking for another job. Since the pay is gonna be the same, I’d be better off being somewhere I guess.

2.52pm: Tim excitedly passes me a call, from HQ SCDF. In a moment, I’m hearing the good old voice of my good old RSM. The world is small. And my gastric pains seem to have gone!

3.16pm: For once, this Chinese call is quick and painless. “Above All” is playing in the background, and I’m once more reminded of God’s sovereignty in our lives.

3.55pm: Time goes by…so slowly.

4.25pm: I get a kick…out of voicemail. 67 new messages! I’m rushing to retreeeeeive all of them. Stretched. That gastric thing in me is kicking up.

4.45pm: I get a call from my agent, saying that she’s got a job for me at AMK @$5.50per hour. Data admin and some cust care. Muahaha. TBC

5.33pm.: WOOHOO. The calls seem to have died down. just finished clearing all the auxiliary faxes that came in. I’m sitting down here and putting the pieces of my thoughts together. Now that Arthur is back, and I’ve taken a three-week break from thinking about the sound system revamp, its time to go into full swing again. After listening to the EAW speakers in St Andrew’s underground sanctuary, I wish we had the budget for Mackie’s S215 speakers ($1500 per piece). And the Celestion KR-8’s (heard at my mom’s church) sounds sweet and really intelligible. Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts.

7.20pm: NO MORE CALLS! I’m finally clearing the backlog, with the familiar faces I saw at the lobby this morning: tim and hp J The temperature’s down to a cool 18plus degrees.

7.58pm: I’m rushing once more…to pack my bag and update this line, with disapproving looks from Tim and HP of course. Yet another mad day has ended! Praise God. A total of 627 calls!

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I just had to show this...I think its A M A Z I N G. This aint done by me, and I'd like to commend this gentleman for his effort and passion!

Times of refreshing

after a furious week at work, what better to wind down and indulge in a little photo taking session...and that was what i actually did!

Well, not really. I was at St Andrew's Cathedral for another purpose, but being plain old me, I decided to explore and capture the sights. St Andrew's has always been one of my favourite subjects of the eye; alongside with Chijmes and the Esplanade. Here's some pix randomly taken out of instinct, do pardon the ameteur in me! :)

Yup, they're all taken down with my phone, and I'm pretty surprised by how they turned out. To all my photo pro boys out there, I'd appreciate ya guidance & comments. Cheers!

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Three months, 19 days into my job at this infamous call centre. Sitting here, I’m amazed that I can even find the time to type in this entry for my beloved blog!

Sitting here, feeling somehow relieved by last night’s movie session, yet drugged by the Panadol Extra I took this morning to combat my headache spells, I had this compelling urge to update my blog.

Of late, I have had questions of a similar nature directed at me; as to why I was so quiet blog wise, and why there were irregular or no updates on my blog at all. Truthfully, I’ve typed so much in the office, lodging cases and replying emails, that I’ve completely lost the desire to type in anything official when I’m sitting in front of my computer at home, other than chatting.

Someone asked me how my life had been. A simple question like that really set me thinking, and the reason was because I had no answer to that. Life wasn’t fantastic, but it wasn’t that exactly boring either. In fact, I felt that it was rather dangerous that I had developed this numbness and oblivion to things that were happening to me. Biblically it seems dangerous to feel such a way. Or was it that I was just being at peace?

My heart feels troubled somehow. Tim noticed that at work yesterday and expressed his concern. I shrugged it off as being tired and lethargic after a furious day at work. While I am relatively excited and happy that my services has been extended, and that my folks are entrusting upon me more responsibilities and work, I’m not exactly the happiest person around. I yearn to break out of this job line and venture into something like events management and audio, I find it hard to forsake the “job stability” and the familiarity of processes that I have picked up over the months.

Today was the worst. I had a bad case in the morning. I cursed, I swore. I felt like throwing in the towel and calling it quits. Still, I just couldn’t bear to make the move and just drop everything.

I worry, I fret. Audio engineering isn’t exactly the easiest course to excel in, nor is it considered one of the normal routes that anybody would take. While I really do want to pursue this gift and passion of mine, I hit into pillars of self doubt and worry as to whether I can support myself financially through school, work my way through and support my family, and most of all, achieve my ambition.

Am I guilty of complicating up my life? Am I setting unrealistic goals for myself?

As I struggle with all these worries and cares of the world, I hope that God’s mercy and grace will be with me, and walk with me through these turbulent days.

love your enemy

Love Your Enemies!

This has got to be the hardest commandment of the Bible I find hard to obey, even till today. Was talking to UG on the way back home and the Lord reminded me of my often less than ideal responses towards some people in particular.

God knows how many times I've failed to smile at people, but instead wrinkled my nose at the crying baby on the bus while the mother struggled helplessly. Oh, how many times I've just wished I had hands long enough to slap the person over the end of the line, or bite my tongue just to avoid sacarsm from my lips.

Its hard to love people at times. Am I being plain unemotional? I hope not. As a pretty emotional person myself, it is extremely easy for me to like someone or vice versa.

This has gotta be dangerous..this shortfall of mine may jolly turn into some curse and worse still, have negative effects on the people around me. Perhaps this boils down to the feelings of injustice and igdinance within me. Whatever it is, it is time to do something about it.

As the Lord reveals the area(s) in my life that I need to act upon, I pray that his guidance will see me through. Indeed, I have come to see this customer service job that I hold now as a journey towards transformation

love,
noed resarf

mmmmm

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Today...the day I returned to work. Initially, I was still feeling a lill sleepy and spent after the swim last night and the events that took place over the weekend, but God provided and I had a managable day at work :P For once, we managed to achieve a pretty decent quota and I was glad to have contributed to that.

The break really did wonders. I returned to work feeling refreshed and lighter, and everyone was welcoming in their own way..but they did comment on how red my eyes were and how tired I looked..hahaha.

Once more, my job scope has been changed, and I do hope its for the better. With so many things coming my way, I take it that my contract has been extended. Praise God!

Chill!

endless timeline

Ahh...the joys of a HUGE blower..for once, my cell group wont have to suffer the heat when they come over :)

Today's date is 3rd July 2006. Goodness gracious..its been a month since I last updated this blog! Time goes so fast without realising it. 3rd Quarter 2006 will arrive faster than I anticipated.

I'm penning down these thoughts after recuperating from my three day retreat session out of Singapore. Work has been certainly fast paced-I've find it hard even to update this spot on a regular basis. Once again, I earned myself a change in job scope and I find myself busier than before. OT seems more of a norm then ever, common were the days I'd reach home at 9-10pm before heading off to work early tomorrow.

I thank God for the growing friendship between Daniel, Melvin and the rest of the folks and myself. These guys keep me going, and through helping each other out in times of need, I see this interesting dimension of work that you'd never experience without friendship.

Almost three months have come and gone. While I am comtemplating to stay on to this job, yet considering other avenues to explore, one thing is for certain. By God's mercy and grace, I have managed to stay on to this job till the end of the contract. If you'd read my earlier posts, I prayed that God would help me to fulfill my current contract and beyond.

Over the last month, I've made mistakes, nearly gotten people into hot soup (including myself) and drifted in and out of plain boredom and excitement. On the day before my break, I encountered a really nasty person. While I was kinda upset with the way things turned out, I was initially more upset with how some folks reaction when they learnt of it..oh well *shrugs**

Planning for the retreat certainly helped to keep my mind off most negative thoughts of things I've ecountered at work. It was my first attempt serving in such an area, but i have had the honor of working with a marvellous team. Faced with the "unknown" factor (the campsite was new, and the reccee didnt help much, a certain degree of challenge and excitement formed. The big day was on Fri, and we only got the stuff on thursday. How last minute indeed!

God's provision was evident..there were the usual last minute technical errors (we couldnt borrow a mixer, and the laptop was out of the question coz the church PC died). I'm thankful that Adrian & Pst Henry went the extra mile to loan us their laptops. The campsite had a decent mixer (better than the one I intended to loan), and the campsite had provided much more than expected. Praise God!

Above all, the campers were selfless and helped us in many many ways...I'm truly appreciative and touched by that gesture. While I was constantly battling the horrendous monster of slumber, God pointed out several things to me:

1) As a result of the rejection I faced as a kid and even in my teenage years, I saw it fit to be competitive. I couldnt afford to lose out, and I set high standards for myself. As a result of my low esteem levels, I could have come across as critical and unaccomodating.

2) I was often losing out on the better part. I was like Martha, who was perpetually busy with preperations and stuff, unlike Mary, who chose the better part. (biblical reference)

3) I realised I was not the only person struggling with sins-I was fighting a spritual battle along with my spritual brothers and sisters.

4) God has blessed me with unshakable joy in serving in the PA ministry.

On the final night, where a deliverance session was held, I had the privilage of praying for and crying with my brothers in repentance. We shared, we talked. I discovered many many things about each other that I would have missed if I did not come for the retreat. A big thank you to all you who've been a great source of encouragement and inspiration!

As I end off my entry, I'd like to repent of my high handedness, my low esteem, my incapablilty of being joyful and of my sins. Mould me, use me Lord!

Shalom!

survived

I cant believe that I survived Saturday! The day I really dreaded has finally come and gone...haha.

We were expecting something big on Saturday, so we were called back to work, and work beyond our working hours (4pm?!). We did recieve many many calls, but all for the wrong reasons. Arrghh. In my opinion, I felt that something should have been done to remedy the existing situation.

But on another hand, working late on Saturday allowed me to clear almost all of the work that had been steadily piling up over the week. At last, the massive snowball has thawed into a harmless beachball. Away it goes!

In the midst of all the busyness and the mayhem over the huge amount of calls coming in, I was blessed to see us functioning as a wonderful team. Everyone went the extra mile to extend a helping hand to others. Its a wonderful feeling indeed. At last, the dark clouds above me seems to have cleared.

Nevertheless, I'm still holding on to my faith..to be kept safe in a crazy world.

Chills!

fras

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Thank you all for praying for me
today's much better as I journey
Thank you Lord for providing for me
Your assurance means tons of grace for me

In contrast, today was a relatively smooth and enjoyable day, despite the fact that I still failed to make it home before 9pm.

One of my collegue's last day was yesterday, and she was sweet to have written us a thank you note. It seems that I'd always be remembered as the funny and entertaining guy. Wahaha.

Its certainly good to hear that I'm still capable of bringing cheer to others. While the privilage is mine, I hope that I can continue to bless in this manner.

One verse from K that was a great reminder to start my day right: "Be joyful always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus" Thess 5:16-18. A great reminder indeed. Thanks Kev bro!

Thank you all, who have prayed for me and have tolerated my ranting the night before, and a huge thanks to God who has been patient and faithful.

Amen.

Looking ahead??? hmm

Life's stressed is life's desserts. One of my pals quoted this in his blog and it caught my eye. This saying is not new to me but I fail to see how it can be associated with anything nice. Perhaps its all about perception.

Its been ten days since I last blogged. The last ten days were full of rush hours and bit by bit, I see my workload snowballing and turning into some huge snowball that will get the better of me sooner or later. What used to be a initially great job feels completely undesirable now. I used to think that I could be able to hold on to this job right up to the start of school in end Oct, but I seriously have other thoughts right now. I guess I'll just move on out of the job, out of that compartment in the office right after my contract expires.

I shall not bitch about my work here although deep in my heart, I wish that there was a way I could get back at some people on the other end of the line, like say something sacarstic and help them to realise that the world's not just about themselves.

I'm seizing the opportunity to blog here today given the fact that I'm on leave after two long days of overtime, and in view of the crazy thursday, friday and saturday to come.

Ten days of pure struggles did nothing for my already beaten soul. Day by day, I hate to admit it but I'm getting discouraged. It has actually hit a point where I was so vunerable that every wrong thing that came my way became a big threat to my already injured ego and it certainly wasnt a good feeling. Once more, I see myself failing to involve God in my work and my daily encounters, but invloving God sometimes feels like an uphill struggle rather than one that one should do gladly.

The only consolation I have are the friends that I have made in the department over the course of my work. My lunch hours suddenly feel so precious...the one hour in the day that I can rest my vocal chords and reduce my chances of getting high blood pressure. This jobline requires more stamina than I thought.

I happened to chat with a fellow collegue that had been working in the callcentre for ten years. I was shocked at the duration of her workyears there, and how she managed to stay there for that long. I even added that I was just approaching my second month here, and I was already gettin tired of all the nonsence there. It was a great encouragement to hear her say that she felt that I was doing well.

Not getting scolded by people early in the morning today and having the luxury of time to spend the entire day with my brother is really refreshing. It also just goes to show how hard working life can be. Well, on the brighter side of perspective, it develops me I guess. Workin hard and saving hard for school is no easy feat, and I guess this is God's way of telling me to be careful of my expenditures and the way I spend.

Last Sunday, I had the opportunity to lend a ear to T as he shared. As much as I was honoured, I was glad because T repaid the favor and lend me a really pair of enduring ears to listen to as well. Suddenly, I realised that I wasnt the only one having problems at work, and it was certainly time to do something about all these negativity in me.

Looking ahead and striving to run the race looks like such an obstacle to overcome for my weay soul, but I guess I'm not done with yet. For those who're reading this, please keep me in your prayers.

Much appreciated!

**FD**

Thoughts. Just Thoughts.

Wow. Yet another week has zoomed past with such unbelievable speed. Its hard to imagine that 7 days have come and gone, and I'm sitting here once more on a early Sunday morning typing my thoughts out on this little space here.

The past week at work was mad. I made mistakes, screwed up, and of course, took multiple trips on a roller coaster ride of emotions once more. The week past by furiously slow yet fast. I messed up stuff a little at work because of my inadequate knowledge of procedures and incurred the wrath of some folks over at the other end of the office. Yet my seniors were patient and guided me along without kicking a big fuss over my silly mistakes; and that I was genuinely grateful for.

I had a change in job scope and swopped jobs with my fellow temp collegue over Thursday and Friday. Initially, the sensitive me thought that I was doing badly in my present job scope and I was...well...rather discouraged. Well, all these thoughts of negativity were unfounded; they wanted to cross train us so that we'd be able to do each other's job when either of us were absent.

Faced with a new job scope and being completely unfamiliar with the procedures, I have to admit that I was really inefficient for the past days and with new promotions coming up and calls coming in, I found it hard to breathe, literally. I shared this with my fellow temp collegue and I realised that we were in this mess together.

Something happened during the workweek that really shook me hard. I needed to go to the store to requisite some publication for my clients. The storeman was extremely impatient and told me that I came at the wrong timing, but was silent when I countered by asking when the correct timing was. As he was searching the pile of publications to see what I was looking for, the pile of materials next to it collapsed. He literally cussed enough words to fill the space he was in, and event excercised some finger muscles.

I wasnt shocked at his behavior as I had been forewarned and I met people with similar attitudes along the way. What really shocked me was how eerily my actions resembled his (the cussing and the finger excercising) when I got mad. After thanking him, I left the place not upset with him, but with deep disgust and shame with myself. How many times had I displayed this kind of behavior at home? The incident count is indeed disturbing.

Following the sharing on cell group on Friday with regards to the assurance of salvation, I was deeply shaken to hear the implications and the biblical truths, yet was thankful for the amazing grace of God and His love for us. I left the session feeling convicted, yet less accused. The insigtness of my cell members and the truth has certainly set the records right.

I had the honor of meeting my ex collegues from my ex company for makan at Chomps. Its been a long time since we last met and I'm just soooo touched that they remember me and called me out for such a gathering...After such a sucky week, its something really nice that you can be thankful for.

As I end the entry and prepare to croak tomorrow, I pray that the days in front will be blessed. Praise ya!

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WaHhh

Woo. Its crowded in here isnt it?

Like I promised, it was really hot in herre at my place last Friday. The reading on the thermostat read 32 deg! By God’s grace, we managed to fit in almost twenty people in my little house. More amazing was the fact that we actually managed to have a good soup out of something seemingly orthodox and unconventional, and I really hope everyone enjoyed as much as I did.

The beginnings were humble. We just wanted a small cosy steamboat that served healthy food to a small group of people. As the days went by, the invitation list grew and so did the food list! Now it almost resembles the Lord ’s Supper, and I’m glad that things went on smoothly and that we had a wonderful time together J

For one, I think it was a prayer answered. As I ponder on Pst Joshua’s sermon that came a few months back, I thank God that I was very able to prepare for such a big event as a first timer, yet do it with the peace and grace of God. Nevertheless, I want to thank my dearest mother and eldest aunt who were really busy with me the whole day, and who took much effort to prepare the ingredients.

I was really touched by their enthusiasm and involvement. My aunt gave me a prep lesson on the basics of soup making, and went about getting all the ingredients beforehand. My mom went around shopping for stuff, and was on her feet with me the entire day, and even during the event itself, to make sure things went smoothly! The two ladies were occupied the whole day preparing the dishes and cooking the stuff.

At this juncture, I’d like to thank each and every one of you who turned up, contributed in your priceless ways and made the event such a roaring success! Now you know why we see the same old faces in any logistics team for the church, ha-ha.

I had the mind to take pictures of the preparations right till the event, but I was so tied up myself that I hardly found the time to take any pictures. Feeling bad for making my mom stay up on Friday; I apologized to her on Sat morning. To my surprise, she said that she had actually enjoyed preparing for the event and that it really helped to take her mind off her workload.

To the backache, the cuts and the fatigue I experienced that day…nothing is comparable to the immeasurable joy I felt being able to serve in such a manner. The joy of fellowshipping outweighs anything else I guess.

Whoo.

The gathering on Friday spells my second week at work. While I enjoy it despite the occasional tongue lashing I get from frustrated people, I like the business and the dynamics of a call centre. I can hardly afford to have time to feel bored! On top of that, this job has plenty of opportunities for me to OT…hehe. Naturally I’m on a little favor of that cause I get to earn more and save up for school.

On another hand, I find it unhealthy because the workaholic side of me is showing up. Other than my roaring tummy, I doubt I would have found the motivation to pack up and go home. On the other hand, I have things to do at home. I have to fulfill my responsibility as my son, an elder brother, and of course, sleep.

I actually opted out of singing this week for service, and missed my BS session with Melvin (SORRY!) because of my body yelling at me to catch some sleep. If this is the direction I’m headed towards, I’d really need to do something about it.

Sleep is something I’d really want to catch up on, and my body’s finding ways to tell me to get more rest and exercise. Physically and mentally, I feel like I’m 42, not a 24 to be. I just had a wonderful swim on Sunday, and I was surprised at how stretched I could feel, yet amazed at how fast my energy levels dwindled after that.

As I struggle with my never ending commitments and my irrational endeavors to run myself in overdrive mode and achieve them, I received a meaningful email. Excerpts of the mail as shown:

But God gave us twenty-four hours each day to accomplish our tasks and oh how we chafe under the restraint. Then we try to accomplish more than time allows. We place
ourselves under huge amounts of self-imposed stress.

As we do so, we also fight against God. We fail to recognize it cannot be God's will to pack more into twenty-four hour day than will fit. Because we don't like God's time constraints, we push ourselves. We get up early. We go to bed late. Yet the list of work
grows and stress grows too.

Look at what the Bible says, "It is vain for you to rise up early, to retire late, to eat the bread of painful labors" (Psalm 127:2). The word "vain" means "deception." It is a deception to get up early, to cram the day with activities, to retire late, and to
see each day as a day of "painful labor," only to repeat the cycle again. Why? You will not receive that for which you work. Because you are forgetting God, you are not using each day properly. Psalm 118:24 says, "This is the day the Lord has made." Remembering the Author of time and setting priorities will reduce stress.

In moments like these, I am not ashamed to admit that I’m probably struggling with despondency at times because I’m not handling things in the right manner.

God help me.

For now, I cling on to this phrase: Be Privileged, Positive and Persevering. John 17 tells us why. J

Stunned

Wow. The week passes so fast, and its been a WEEK! since I last updated this space. Last Monday saw me being "fired", this Monday saw me starting my first day at my new workplace.

I was still pretty in a state of daze when I left my ex workplace last week. Although deep in my heart I knew that that was not the place for me to be in, I was still unsure if I had made the right choice in moving on. I went back for a "farewell" lunch on Tuesday, where I really enjoyed the company and the fun we had over lunch..

On Tuesday, I spotted this job opportunity as an events assistant. Naturally I was super excited and called up straight away. I went down for the interview full of hope, but I guess that wasnt the right place for me to be at that point in time. I didnt make it thru the second round! Wahaha.

Nevertheless, I thank God for a really efficient person by the name of Jaz...haha. A super enthusiastic and bubbly person I got to know. She's been of great help in keeping a lookout for me, and before I knew it, I was penning down details for my new job offer and attending an interview on Friday.

I wasnt really expecting to get the job cause I slept really late on Wed night, and as could be expected, was kinda zombified on the day itself. I was really nervous but the manager was super disarming. We had an interview over the wine counter in the pantry, and I was almost expecting to be offered some red wine during the interview itself!

Surprise surprise. In 30 mins flat I recieved the good news that I had been accepted, and "they liked me so much" that they extended my minimal contract to 3 months. I could stay indefinetly if I wanted.Ooo.

Saturday saw me doing street E's for the first time. Now to those who know me well, I always regarded this area as my weakness. I was really apprehensive about doing it in the first place, but after a period of learning, discovery and spritual prompting, I decided to go for it. At the end of it, I realised that it was not about "how ready I was", but the condition of my heart and my level of faith.

I was rather nervous, but I had a great time learning from James, who apparently was really experienced in this area of ministry. I'd like to thank James for his patience and the deep chat we had along the way, plus all of those who came along for being encouraging and supportive in their own special way.

I was deeply touched as the topic of "suffering" spoke to me greatly. Somehow, I prayed that this topic would strike deep into the hearts of those we were to minister to. Lo and behold! I met Tom, who was really an answered prayer in every sense. He was simply the highlight of the event. God is amazing!

I am thankful that
1) I finally got out of my ex job
2) I had a one week break!
3) I've a new job in less than a week.

For the past few weeks, I was in a state of searching and self reflection. I look on my spritual life and I wonder how far I have moved since the day I first came to be exposed to Christian teaching. I realised that at times, my knowledge of the Bible seemed inadequate. As I questioned myself, I was seeking the reasons behind my "slow" spritual progress.

Amidst all the involvement in the ministries that I am in now, I fear that I may have lost touch of the big picture. I fear that I could have been serving for the wrong reasons, but I do feel a strong sense of spritual passion for the ministries I am involved in.

Sometimes, I fear that I may develop this sprit of arrogance and self exaltation. May the good Lord humble my heart and keep me in check.

As I reflect on my walk with God, I am reminded of the need to be humble and seeking, not only in my spritual walk, but in the daily activities that I do. Christ's Humuilty was one of the impactful messages I've heard so far, and one that convicts me and puts my heart to shame.

God help me.

I have nothing to say about my new job, coz its the first day, but its a freezer in there (20 degrees), and the job's certainly exciting!

This time, I am DETERMINED not to repeat my mistake. May God be my daily companion thru every season of the soul.

To end off, I'd like to thamk the so many people who've been a great source of encouragement and support. Thank God for all of U.

Shalom!

Parents, realise your worth!

Came across this interesting article on the newspapers on-the-road, and was rather moved by the contents.

Strikes a chord in me somewhere, cause I can more or less relate to this lonely child in the article. I was fortunate enough, however, not to fall into deliquency or severe behavioural problems, thanks to the grace of our Heavenly Father.

To all fathers out there, please realise that you have an important role in the family, one that material nor wealth can fulfill!

While this article mentioned articles, I hope all parents will make the effort to spend quality time with their children. Such is the rentless pursuit of wealth and material gains in this fast paced society of ours that some of us cant even spend more than 5 hours of quality time with our children each day.

I certainly hope that despite my decision to join the events industry, I will have the luxury of spending quality time with my wife and children... :)

The Emancipation of Frazzie

24 hours a day. 7 days a week. 365 days a year. That’s what is given to us. How we utilize it is up to us!

Time is precious indeed. I find myself in a constant battle for time, time and more time to juggle between work, personal commitments and time for myself plus indulging in the things I want to do. Over the weekends, I wish I had more time to spend with my family and myself.

On Thursday night, I had a bad relapse of gastric pains. It had already hit me since Tues, but I didn’t want to see a doctor as I regarded it as a minor problem. However, the pain was so bad that I couldn’t even sleep on Thursday night. The end result was a zombie-fied me dragging my feet to the clinic. I was SO tired that my aunt had to wave in front of me before I realized that I had actually bumped into her along the way.

As I waited for 30mins, freezing in the otherwise undercooled common space of the clinic; I started thinking about the state of mind I was in. The confusion and struggles were certainly getting to me and making me a bitter and paranoid person.

I had a chance to chat with my doctor about work and even managed to tell him more about the products I sell. He offered words of encouragements before proclaiming that I had gastric flu and some viral infection.

Now that explains the lethargy and the body aches I’ve been experiencing the whole week. As I’m typing this on a Monday, I’m still pretty worn out by the experience. I napped for a record breaking 5 hours

A week of mad work, cell meetings and the weekends have come and gone by. Friday’s cell was a simple presentation on the 5Cs of evangelism, yet ideas flowed and we ended up doing in much deeper (or was it further?) than we expected. It was a great time of sharing and I was glad we were able to learn from each other. I shared about my struggles with work and gained invaluable perspective from folks who were already in the working world. As for me, I learnt how to be more effective in my spiritual skills in that area. God be willing, I want to be a fisher of men!
Saturday zoomed past so fast, that I didn’t even remember what went on. Sunday was a more interesting day. I attended my first church anniversary (it’s really my first!!) and I was really touched by how a “small” church like ours had big hearts for God. Everyone was working hard to make sure that things were in place, such that the celebrations went on as smooth as possible.

As for me, it was really gratifying as this was one of the few times I actually got off my lazy bum and chose to be involved in the logistics team for this event. Through this, my heart was humbled and I experienced the joy of serving and giving.

The highlight of the event was the sound system in the car park. With a great team of Ad, Art and Mel plus myself, we took down the ancient speakers and wired up the new ones. I was pretty amazed by the improvement in the sound itself, more so on how I was so privileged to be blessed in this area.



On that very night, I had a chat with one great gentleman I got to know recently. M’s a really insightful person and I felt really blessed to have him in my life. I thank God that He has sent this blessing to share unselfishly his learning and experiences!

One thing was for sure though. I was greatly reminded of the very basis of our belief, in JC Himself. At this juncture, I felt convicted. How many times did I actually place my wholehearted belief in Him while things were going haywire? I felt this great need to come before Him and surrender my life.

Monday, yet another day back to the same old place. I called some religious schools today. The B schools didn’t mind placing a listing with us and were extremely polite and friendly over the phone. In contrast, the C and C schools were rather edgy and declined to place a listing as they felt that their course attendees were “referred” by churches and that was no need to create publicity for themselves.

Couldn’t help but feel bewildered. Why were the responses of that of the B and the C institutions of learning so different? I hope wouldn’t display this spirit of exclusiveness when it comes to sharing the goodness of God.

On my MC, I wrote a small note to my manager, sharing with her how I felt that it was of an uphill struggle for me to continue with my telesales stint, and how I was plain frustrated with my inferior command of Chinese to communicate effectively. She was nice and took time to share my concerns and well, I was surprised to learn that in her opinion, I wasn’t doing so badly after all.

However, I voiced my intentions to move on, and although I could sense hesitation in her voice, she agreed to let me go.

I’m officially unemployed now. I walked out of my workplace feeling so much lighter and emancipated.

At this juncture, I’d like to have a little Thanksgiving session:

My aunt: Thanks for passing me your National a/cs! They rock.

Acts 1:8, Ad, Mel N, Mel C, Ferg, Viol and JH: Thanks for praying for me and keeping me sane thru this 1 month.

YPTMTeam: It’s a privilege working with ya lads, lets keep the friendship goin!

Lastly but not least, God, who maketh all things beautiful in His time.

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Things have been happening lately that somehow pushed me into this state of mind I'm in, of confusion, struggles and fear.

This week, I struggled alot with my temper. I wasnt nagged so much at, but I was really driven up the wall by the attitudes of some people.

Monday and tuesday seemed like they took 96 hours rather than 48 hours. With that state of mind, I was constantly in deep thought and reflection. I kept thinking of the past...how things took place and finally ended up like that

I struggle with my faith. I find it hard to comprehend how I could really pull through this two more months without smashing the monitor or just throwing in the towel. Know how I feel?

My close collegue got sacked on Tues and that really shook me. I started getting paranoid. I heard of rumours that two temp staff were coming in to replace "us". I was expecting myself to be the next to go. However, I was on leave on Wednesday, so I told my collegue to update me on any happenings.

Wednesday, a day of dust, noise and cool relief plus a blast of music finally came and went. The call never came, and I was surprised not to see my seat taken over by someone else. On the table, there was yet but another order form. God's really great at surprising me by placing order forms on my table and making sure thats the 1st thing I see on my table.

Still mentally preparing myself to be sacked, I called my agent to keep her prepared. I was surprised to hear that she doubted that I would be asked to leave and that there was no negative feedback about me. Wow.

Yet as the day passed, it was increasingly hard to focus..I was struggling and it seems like I was about to break.

I wish I could be fired yet ahead lies so many question marks.

God help me!