Scribe's Journal

Ever wonder what makes a true man of God? Or simply a true man as some may call it. I'm currently reading this book entitled "The Measure of a Man" by Gene A. Getz. I just borrowed its title for my post.. please dont sue me...X) This book lays out what & how men are intended to be from the Bible & includes many guidelines from scriptures, thoughts & true stories. Not formulas but mind provoking & encouraging contents on how we can be the man God wants us to be. Personally I've found out that there's much work to be done in me. I recommend this book for guys who really want to be what the Creator intended you to be & also ladies who want to know what does the Bible say about a good man. Available at all leading christian bookstores... I think..anyway I borrowed my copy from Hai Yen. :)

I've recently completed my 2nd semester with an ending chapter of a hilarious presentation from my course mates. It was our 'history of graphic design' presentation where we had to pick an individual designer & present about him of course. I went first as a custom in my class to push me out for presentations. It was nothing special, had the usual butterflies fluttering in my stomach but I was able to pull myself together (can't believe till today I've not overcome stage fright!). The fun began when this course mate of mine who is the cutest & yet the eldest in my class went up front to present his research. Firstly let me describe him physically; he's a very chubby 5' 4 guy from Sabah who wears a pair of thick black framed spectacles & his head is adorned with dark colored curly locks. He's cute! haha.. His presentation was exceptionally lengthy & boring but his language was the bomb! He was mentioning his designer as a "civil servant" which I am so so sure I heard him say he's a "silver serpent"! With a thick chinese accent he went on with his 25 minutes presentation with lah's to emphasize his point. eg; "so he is the official designer lah!" My lecturer dozed off haha.. My other funny course mate went up & he struggles with his english so his presentation was too much for him till he would spontaneously speak in hokkien " wah! si beh chang ah... hahaha... my lecturer giggled. It was good fun that day. Its really good to have these bunch of buddies in this line with me.

Through some reading on an article which criticizes blogs & bloggers (reference: william), I have come to a decision to adapt a term which was suggested in it. My blog will no longer be called a "blog" but a "clog". Why is that so? Because according to the writer of that crappy but somewhat factual article, blogs actually consist of logs that are either the owner's comments or posted up for readers to place their comments so it should also be called a comment log. While blog is derived from "web log" = "weblog" = "blog" so a comment log is simply called a "clog"! So nobody call me a blogger no more coz now I'm officially a clogger........I'm contributing to the activities of the millions if not billions of cloggers worldwide in their effort to clog up the INTERNET with no apparent reason but to simply slow down the system. But not all clogs are meant for good or any edification of oneself or others but to post defamation propagandas. Well, we can't sue our fellow cloggers so we'll have to let ego be lol!...

I've just attended a dinner earlier this evening which commemorated NECF's ( National Evangelical Christian Fellowship ) 25th anniversary. Haiyen, Annette & I were present there all thanks to jinli & the cheah family.. They rock.. Anyway it was a good time for dinner coz all our appetites were worked up but as how these dinner functions would be there were speeches. Oh yeah, & a short but surprisingly good worship too...

p/s: if william would ever read this; they nailed "How Great is Our God" with "How Great Thou Art" majestically with a double build up in How Great Thou Art!

Ok, back to the topic. Why did I choose to write about this dinner? It's not because I just wanna post another clog entry to keep readers interested neither because it just happened to me & as if you wanna know bout that haha... but rather I wanna let you know how God spoke to me through a paralyzed lady. We were so hungry we devoured the dishes quite quickly but half way through the meal we were interrupted for a message from Joni Eareckson Tada & honestly I was not keen of listening to a sermon in the middle of dinner. But this lady who was paralyzed & riden on a wheelchair for 40 years spoke prophetically words that awakened my heart. She spoke of how God opposes the proud, those who live life daily on their own thinking they have christianity & God all figured out. & God raises up the humble, the ones who understand their mortality & relies on God daily. This got me thinking which of these 2 am I? She continued giving her life testimonies of how God allowed her disability to draw her near to God & looking forward to the ultimate goal of our life which is to live with Jesus forever. I was convicted that she was the prophet as of old that evening who has come to "warn" us if I may use that word. It got thinking that treasures of the world is momentary so why strive for what will not last?

I'm losing words right now but all I have to say is that God is speaking to His children to wake up from their slumber because the days are evil & the hour draws nigh. I've been spoken to, where, when &/or through whom will He speak to you? Please take heed. He weeps...



Journalled at 2am with guitar on my lap.

You joyfully prance into the kitchen longing for a glass of pasteurized milk that is freshly stored into the refrigerator just a day after its purchase. You pull the refrigerator's handle opening the door releasing a gentle gust of cool air which tingles your toes. Upon a brief glance over the glorious view of the bountiful low temperature preserved food & leftovers, you nearly forgot to thank God for such blessings & reaches straight towards the beverage holder behind the fridge door which holds the pack of fresh cow's milk. "Doong" the fridge door closes shut with the pack of milk emptied from its belly. You conveniently grab a glass from the kitchen cabinet & hastilly but skillfully pours out a generous volume into the once empty glass. In all glee you raise the glass in your hand nearing it to your lips not expecting the tragedy that is to follow. The liquid formed around the glass almost immediately after the chilled milk rested on the inner surface created a slippery grip threatening to surrender itself to gravity. To your horror you realize that the natural cause & effect of condensation has got the best of your experienced hands, slipping the glass from your fingers calling an adrenaline rush which sadly fails to intercept the falling glass in mid air. It crashes to the ground from a height of more than a metre. Splattered milk, broken glass pieces & a mess was all you see after a disturbing noise vibrates into your ears...You feel disappointed for wasting what you favor & remorse for breaking something that was a whole. But you did not mean for it to happen...... Have you ever witnessed something that you treasure being broken at your own hands? Especially when you don't mean to do it? Could you have turned back time & undo your mistake? May you know this, I would have never wished it happened.... Yes, everyone I broke a glass today....