Courage

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I - I took the one less travelled by, and that has made all the difference ---- Robert Frost.

I want to be able to say this at the end of my life. To take the path less travelled, the narrow way. Go the way others may think it's crazy to. The way that even I think it's crazy to go at times.

But someone once told me - 'It's time to stop, think and reevaluate when you're on majority's side'. Yes, I think it's true. And it takes courage to do so. Especially when people think you've gone bananas. Courage. Courage and Faith.

Behold the turtle. He makes progress only when he sticks his neck out ----James Bryan Conant.

Perhaps taking risks isn't all that dangerous after all.

Perhaps it's the one thing that would make all the difference in the world.

I feel very happy. Don't ask me why. Hahahaha. Very high for some reason. Sleep also got stupid grin on my face.

Samson almost became an eunach. Snip! Snip!

I've decided that my next doggie is going to be a Rottwiller. I'm gonna name him Muffin. The Stud Muffin.

I have my sister's teeth marks on my arm. She tried to bite me while we were playing Ultimate Frisbee. So ganas. Like bulldozer.

I have a bruise on my left knee and another one above my right ankle. I have a cut on my right knee. No idea where they all came from.

I scraped my right arm. Slipped in the toilet. Please don't ask me which toilet. Memalu-fying-kan only.

Heh. Dunno why I get bruises so easily man. And they last for weeks and weeks! There was once I got bruises on my upper arms and legs from doing some army soilder crawl on ropes that were like five feet above the ground. I was like the only one who had arms that turned purple almost immediately. Wah! And it took three months for it to go away.

U don't wanna see the bruise on the other arm....

Then there was the time yours truly went to play paintball and got shot point blank in the leg. Twice summore! Those bruises lasted about 8 weeks. Oh... but they were beautiful when they turned the yellowish purple color. Hehe. Ahhh. the I had a horrible one on my left knee that lasted for about 6 weeks. Terjatuh in the toilet. So bodoh.

Toilet bruise

Kena tembak. Never wanna go scrimmage again.

These are the ones that I know where they came from. The rest I have no idea. Simply bumping against the chair or the bed gives me a bruise. There was once I got a bruise from Samson's paw. And it wasn't like he was jumping at me or anything. He was just sitting on me. Heh.

But I love the colors. I love how they turn reddish purple. Then purple. Then greenish purple. Then yellowish green. Call me crazy but I think the colors are beautiful....... hehehehe

Holdin' on

A new year, a new name. Yeap, I've changed the name of my blog. 'My Not-So-Soapy-Soap Opera' is now officially 'Holding on to His promises'. Mainly because I'm holding on tight to God's promises for me. Ain't ever gonna let go of Him. But also because I totally lived a very VERY Soapy Soap Opera last year, which makes the name so not suitable anymore. Heh.

But lets get back to the sentence before the sentence before this sentence - Ain't ever gonna let go of Him. I suppose in actual fact it's Him who's not letting go of me. And I praise Him that it's this way because I probably wouldn't have been able to hold on for very long. Yeah, if it were me doing the holding we'd most likely be continents apart by now. Heh, galaxies apart, even.

It's a great feeling, you know, being held by Him. And He knows me. He knew, no, He KNOWS me so well that He was able to write my autobiography even before I was born. Autobiographies are, as you know, books wirtten about people (mostly important people) after their lives have been lived and they've done something super important that warrants their days to be imortalized in paper (unless we decide to burn books...)

Psalm 139 v 13-16
For you created my innermost being;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you because I am fewrfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
Your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.

But Imagine! .....to have Him pen out my autobiography even before I was born. Boy! Even before I did important stuff. Even before I did anything at all!

And there's this to consider. The bestselling author, the guy who has His book in the top selling list every year, without fail, is writing my autobiography.

Awesome leh......