cleaning out trash

I have an alien that lives in my laundry basket. I introduced it to a boy super hero who can run so fast he can run across water. His name is "Dash" and the alien's name is "Fusion."
I also have a donkey, a tiger and a rabbit that live on my bed.

Today we are cleaning out the garage, which has accumulated over a decade's worth of junk, even though we've only lived in this house for eight years. (Only my family could figure out how to achieve that!)

But I guess it's a good thing that we have so much stuff that we don't have anywhere to put it. Even if most of the stuff is broken, rotting or has managed to become the living quarters of rare species of insects.

My Mum is hilarious - she's got a sentimental attachment to a eleven-year-old duster. I was about to throw it away, but she won't part with it. And we just went through about seventy pairs of shoes... felt more like A HUNDRED and seventy - and I wouldn't be surprised if we do have that many hiding in the corners of the garage.

I made friends with a few spiders who were mourning over the bugs who's graves we've demolished during our cleaning spree. We are no-where near finishing, but it's a wonderful adventure going through old junk. You find a lifetime of stories, dust, memories and heirlooms - like my sister's first pair of platform shoes, a pair of hand-crafted slides and pink vintage heels that belong[ed] to my Mum.

Then of course there's the truck-load of boxes that never contain what the lable says. And the old stuffed toys, the old mattress, old clothes... old EVERYTHING. Hahahaha... I could write an encyclopedia set with what we've got in there.

Good times... good times!

late night navigation

I was told to make major decisions in a cemetery...

I figure we get caught up with problems because we think that they're going to have catastrophic repercussions, and that there is a chance that the world might fall apart if (God forbid) we push the wrong button, we let go of the wrong person, we say yes to right person, buy the wrong house, accept the wrong job... blargh blargh blargh..

And then I'm in the car driving down the M4 today and I realise that it really is too easy for God to fix up whatever it is we might have stuffed up.

I mean... he can't control our decisions. And it's true that we make bad ones sometimes. But I truly believe that He's watching over us, just wanting the best for us. So do we think He would leave us for dead? I guess the point is, God wouldn't...

So about that quote on top of this entry... making major decisions in a cemetery... I didn't always agree with that piece of advice, but today it sits well with my conscience and feeling, because in the presence of those who've passed away, we are aware that we too will one day do the same. And we may spend too much time worrying, regretting, hurting, pondering, wishing and wanting - when really, God entrusted us with a life that he'd like us to be LIVING.

Those who spend too much time looking in the rear-view mirror end up in a car accident. No matter how smooth, rough, pot-holed or forked our roads may be - to travel safely, we not only have to be paying attention to the direction in which we're going, but also be humble enough to slide to the passenger seat and let Jesus take hold of the wheel.

Who else would have better idea of the best routes to take?

I figure during this Christmas season... it's not so much the gifts we wrap or the cards we write - but the way we acknowledge that a little baby was born, so we might enjoy the life he died to save.

Peace on Earth... =)

with affection

What an awful day to go to the beach - rain rain and more rain. But I will say - the trip was well worth it.

But... anything is worth going through, if you end up realising that you have the best friends in the world... Y

I mean... if you can stay up for a late dinner of Asian take-out with a couple and not feel uncomfortable or that three's a crowd; you've got awesome friends.

If you call someone up because some weirdo is into your sister, and they come running to suss him out and protect her; you've got awesome friends.

If they pull over to help you unpack a drumkit - even when they have a hell of a long drive ahead of them; you've got awesome friends.

If they call you just before they leave for overseas and trust you to bank their cheques; you've got awesome friends.

If they walk into all the chic stores during a day of Christmas shopping; you've got awesome friends.

If they use up half their tank of petrol driving around on a Sunday night just to fulfill your desire to see a decent set of Christmas lights; you've got awesome friends.

If they come over on a Friday night and spend about almost two hours fixing your tech problems; you've got awesome friends.

If they laugh at your jokes that are sooo lame; you've got awesome friends.

If they make fools of themselves in front of a video camera; relive their favourite moments and reinact the funniest gestures just to sustain the memories; you've got awesome friends.

If your phone bill is well over the monthly plan because you forget to hang up at the end of free-time; you've got awesome friends.

If you find things to buy them - even when it's not Christmas or their birthday; you've got awesome friends.

If you find yourself praying for their dreams, and you realise they know all of yours; you have awesome friends.

Thank you God... for bringing in Your Son to show us what love is...

So we might know this feeling... so beautiful, so warm... and worth every bit of pain or confusion that gets us to where we are today.

Thank you God for your angels that dwell in my thoughts, are in my prayers and bunk in my heart. ;0)

click

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Isn't it weird that there are some people in the world that you instantly click with... and others where you just don't?

Even weirder is when you used to click with someone, and then suddenly find out that you don't anymore...

What a devastation. Ah well.

The beauty of it all though?

Those that we click with provide the rhythm in our lives... and those who choose not to do so miss out on life's most beautiful, moving music...

two lanes

There is a section of the road that I live on that is actually two roads along the same strip – one section of the road is a main road and the other (separated by a grass) is part of a back-street.
If driving late at night or under influence of drowsiness, drugs, or alcohol, one might mistake it as a three-laned length of my road, with two lanes heading north and one lane heading south, as opposed to the normal two-lanes heading in opposite directions, with a backstreet running adjacent.
Accordingly, one might make the mistake of merging into the south lane, thinking they were in a lane heading north – and only until the lights and approaching or the cars start to beep at a ridiculously panicky rate, does one realise they are about to cause a head-on collision with the cars heading south.

Tonight my stomach is feeling like I just went through a head-on collision. Feels like moths are lying larvae in my intestines, as opposed to butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
Such is the painful version of jitters because I realised that relationships can only really function when communication is coming from both directions. One-way or one-sided conversations don’t register on a scale of effective communication when it comes to friendships – communication MUST happen on a TWO-WAY street, and damn it I am so close to getting fed up with being the only one to drive down this lonesome road.

Explain to me why logic appears to fail in the brain of a person I really did believe had a high IQ:: if misunderstanding and misinterpretation occurs due to a communication break-down, wouldn’t it thus be logical to fix the communication break-down? … uh… by… communicating?

It appears not.

Forgive my lack of sensitivity – I have people who have been doing their utmost best to convince me to just leave the brokenness where it is and stop driving down this same, tiresome, painful road to heartache. People who try to convince me that it’s pointless to continue a journey to a dead-end when there are obviously other roads to take. But stubborn little me, whilst I flick through my current edition of the road map, still drives down that stupid road.

Perhaps with the faint hope that I will see headlights that tell me this IS a two-way road and I’m actually heading somewhere…

mirror mirror

Ahh... I love the beach. Can't get enough of the water.
Spent the hottest day of the year at Coogee, roasting in the sun and learning how to boogie-board. There's something so awesome about the waves of the ocean. They are elastic enough to wrap themselves around me, but tenacious enough to hurl me topsy-turvy til I'm breathless.
That's another of God's weird creations. Who else could think of combining gentleness with strength?

Sometimes it's hard to be adaptable. So easy to stay put about opinions and what to think, how to act, how to feel. But I realised the people I admire the most... are those, who despite their masks and layers, are still completely comfortable in their own shell.

I really wish I knew how to do that. Despite all the wise words about being completely confident about how God made us... I think we will always be cursed with moments when we look in the mirror and not like what we see - both the physical and the interior.

I hate being my own worst enemy.

Good thing the waves can carry me. Reminds me of Borocay... reminds me of floating on still water. Reminds me of white sand. Reminds me of the overcast morning that cleared into the most beautiful day in the sun. Good thing God can carry me too.

Days like this. Days when I'm just disappointed in the people that I don't want to be disappointed by... I can only turn to one thing.

My God like the waves, who can gently wrap around me, knowing each curve and crevice... but still be strong enough to push me, lift me and carry me in the right direction.