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Well, better said, I'm made alive. Ephesians 2:1-3 As for you, you were dead in your transgressions and sins, in which you used to live when you followed the ways of this world and of the ruler of the kingdom of the air, the spirit who is now at work in those who are disobedient. All of us also lived among them at one time, gratifying the cravings of our flesh and following its desires and thoughts. Like the rest, we were by nature deserving of wrath. =) In fact I deserve wrath, I deserve punishment, I deserve condemnation. I followed the ways of this world, I followed the ways of my craving flesh and I let myself loose. Ephesians 2:4-5 But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions—it is by grace you have been saved. How do you define the word "mercy"? Mercy is "not giving what you deserve". How beautiful is His love for us that we are made alive in Him. His mercy f

It had been a tough week, real tough week. So much conflict, so much tension, so much anger, so much tear. But Lord, we made it through. Well, I thought I could post this saying "I made it through!" but I have to admit, there's not a moment I don't need You. I was trying to tell You, "O God, would You let me just try to do this on my own?" Well, You did, and I failed miserably. Not expecting, again, I put my trust on the wrong person when I should trust You more. Then I reacted with frustration and anger. And then I realised, I'm the "Lot's wife" who looked back to who I was. When I was frustrated, I always have this line, "If I were Mock Kar Wai that was not a Christian, I would have beaten the crap out of him.", "If I'm not a Christian, I would have..." But, to look back at my expression of frustrations, what the heck was I doing? Why do I still miss the old wretched me? Why would I look back to the ugly me?

Ah, this is the night I miss my mother most. She called, yea she did, and I'm glad she did, because it reminds me that I still have a mother who loves me more than anything else, in the midst of my time-killer. No lovely lady ever called me, telling me how much she loves me. I had 2 girlfriends and none of them did that. That sound pretty sad but one, my mother. I love holding her hand and walk with her in shopping malls. I don't enjoy shopping, but I do enjoy walking with her. I enjoy being the odd grown-guy holding to his mum. If you would do that publicly, raise your hand and bravo to you! Talking about her hands, it's always the very thing that saddens me, and the very thing that lift my grateful soul for a mother like this. When I was young I remember asking my mum:" Mi, why are your fingers crooked?" She told me it was like this when she was young. Well, she was 14 by then, I'm now 20, I don't see my fingers crooked. Hmm, you'll get what I

O whao! It's December. Am I going to end this year with only 20++ post in my blog this year. Well, I always had reasons to write years before. The reason to write EVERY SINGLE DAY. It had been a tough week. By the grace of God, I managed to pull through, but I'm going to pay the price for procrastination sooner or later. Calculus assignment, Engineering Drawing Project, tutorials and undone revisions. Seriously, I have none in my head. Am I going to just flung my very first semester? Confucianism Talk was one tough event for me. Wonder if it's God's plan for me to work with them and learn humbly. To learn the very root of our Chinese Culture, and to love my very origin, the very wisdom of our fathers. I do enjoy being MC, I can proudly claim no one enjoys being MC in USM as much as I am. But to be truthful I do not really have the very strength to be one. Seriously, don't think being MC is any simple task. It's a time consuming task, not mentioning it'