Posted by: bellebelle | January 29, 2007

Nothing Better To Do

Saturday, we had an awesome bible discussion, focusing on the Fruit of Spirit – LOVE.

surprisingly, we played Bomb Game, never had this ever since i left highschool. i had this game for every Red Cross recruit camp (yearly) without fail. we chose a tribe’s name and start bombing each other’s tribe. and we went “chikalakapokalakapokai BOMB, chikalakapokalakapokai BOMB, chikalakapokalakapokai BOMB to M.U bomb!!”

but this time, it’s different. game masters named it The Love Cheer. divided into 4 groups, L O V E. we have to name our group according to the initial given. so, we had LeeHom, Oscar, Valentine & Elvis. we too, were assigned to come out with an action to match our team name.

and so, we did this..

super cutesy, i know. our team strategy is to bombard Elvis when we discovered they have really really laughable team members (you know, if you laugh too much, you can’t do your cheer properly). when we did the “Valentine love, Valentine love, Valentine love to Elvis love.” is uber cute and difficult to pronounce the group name… especially when everyone is laughing. anyways, LeeHom and Valentine scored final!

after the game, we had a round of sharing, about what we personally thinks about love. “Love is commitment.” “Love is self-deniel.” “Love is God.” “Love is going an extra mile for someone.” “Love is my mom.” “Love is a decision.” and it goes on…

i don’t know what came out of my haywired mind, out of sane i said: “Love is like a warm cup of hot chocolate in winter day.” the crowd laughed.


Sunday morning… the lack of sleep + eye stretching + strong lighting made my mind disasterious, my heart was feeling complicated… my flu makes the situation worse, i actually felt nausea everytime i eat. me too, felt hurt, for doing & not doing something. i need a break.

befor i left, i was packing the books into my bag, alone… thinking if i should give up joining the group out for lunch and go home to catch a few hours of sleep. then, one person came and stood by my side, unexpectedly. the person gave me a friendly hug and all of a sudden, the person said, “you’re my favourite little sister.

i asked myself, “why?” “it’s not like i’ve done something special for the person.” “it’s not like i’m very pretty or cute outstanding or special.” “it’s not like we’ve known each other for long or for deep.” “kenapa?

perhaps i’ve done something significant for the person with the least notification/alert. and that act made the person felt loved.
perhaps this person is easily contented. with the least attention given, you could still make the person felt loved.
perhaps this person is a happy-go-lucky person, that any little favour you do for the person, s/he will easily feel loved.
perhaps this person just wanted to encourage me by giving me these words of affirmation.

as for me, i was surprised but i felt favored.


decision made, i’m gonna go home and rest in peace on my bed. as i leave the new place, a familiar little voice called me: “teacheeeR!” hey, there goes my favourite little brother. he’s Issac.

i miss the little children(s).


and so, i got home. i need to stop thinking, i thought. i always get insomniac with such thoughts. who in the world tortures him/herself for thinking not to think, and then end up being restless… me lah.

thankfully, without much outer distractions… such as brother occupying PC with those you-dont-wanna-listen-sound-effects-while-you-are-asleep sound effects… or your friendly neighbour potty-train their dogs… or those six-legged creatures paying you a visit with those amazing wings flapping sound. sleeping with no distraction is super wonderful. i slept like a log for 5 hours. then woke up after a dream consist of black and yellow colour.

i arouse and spaced out, miscallaneous issue runs thru my mind. i sat in a unmannered manner and set my sight far far away, looking out of the gates. ( o )

dad called. asked if i was awakened and then, what i want for dinner. bak kut teh, why not? since my taste bud were numbed because of the flu, perhaps some strong herbs could do some magic and bring it back to life.

for him to be reminded that the daughter is sound asleep in the room, without having lunch, to ring her up for dinner request… i didn’t know if this act is performed out of responsibility or it’s simply out of love.

if i were to interpret, i think…
responsibility says, “i’m her dad, of course i need to be responsible to take care of these.
love says, “i love my little girl, of course i’d care for her.

what’s running in his mind, i don’t know. but as for me, i felt loved. uber.

this is like what i’ve mentioned earlier: love is like a cuppa hot chocolate + a chilly day. comes on the right time, with the right person, with the right thing to do. you do not need to fear of what could you do for the person, just do it. you do not need to fear if you’re the right one, just do it. you do no need to fear if it’s a good time, just do it. why fear when God promised to make a way out of it? be a little extra considerable, be a little extra sweet. is like whipped cream on hot chocolate, nobody could resist.

it’s like when the sky seems tumbling down, there comes someone who would say, “everything’s gonna be alright.” it feels comfortable to be loved.


i continue to walk around with my mind spaced out… then i went to my computer and decide to draft this blog post, dad came home with the packed bak kut teh. those pork ribs were chopped without a sense of concern.

look at the unbelievable size of the pork cubes, i was discouraged. not only the cubes were chopped super big, there’s a pathetic six-leg-plus-winged creature floating in the soup, lagi discouraging. well, at least i’m assured i would have least distraction as i rest my eyes later in the night. i have to say it doesn’t taste bad, since in the first place i can’t taste much of it.

dinner is wonderful despite the pathetic servings. it’s really wonderful when you sit with someone you love most, eventually you will forget how bad does the food looked. so, after dinner with dad, i grabbed the bowl of soup (yeah, mosquito still floating) & sat in front of my PC. as i hover my mouse, it hung. hanging at the wrong timing, whereby i did not save my typings!! i bet you can imagine i dramatically screamed “waaaaaAAAAHHH!!!!!”

but i decided, even if it’s a hassle to figure out the original sentences, i wanna finish the typing. i like my “what the heck, i want to do it” attitude. as i clicked my browser, hey! mozilla revived my typing!! it’s not gone, not even a single word! woo-hoo!!

before i concentrate on finishing this post, i watched some freaking disgusting TV show… dailed 3 contacts, 2 of them answered my calls, 1 returned call.


eye candy

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
A Time for Everything

1 There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

as for now, it’s time for laundry and goodnight. :)


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