control and the lack thereof
After an extraordinarily long suspension of reading the bible outside of what is required of me to, i’m starting again. 
I think busyness of our little club and of my uni work made me believe that what little portion I had left from my time pie wasn’t meant to be used for anything else but on myself. Unknown to me, my lack of reading the bible more was bringing me further and further away from God. But, today, I try again.
I’ve decided Habakkuk (it’s only three chapters!). I want to bite into it slowly and try to absorb every little detail, instead of my usual mass reading where the tiny snippets get lost. From what I’ve read, one of the main themes of this book is of hope, it is of trusting in God and though everything seems to be so crappy, its about knowing that God really does know what he is doing.
I guess, almost everybody knows that I had the worse few weeks of the semester run by me recently (because i complain and i complain and i complain and then i whine till my mouth gets dry) and that this was only the beginning, the worse is apparently looming right ahead. After reading a wee bit of Habakkuk, I’m still quite certain, it’s going to be another two more yucky weeks ahead of me, I doubt the workload will magically vanish. But as I go through a period of assignments, presentations, and case studies and then right into exams, I want to learn about hope and about God being in control.
thus far
somewhere in the middle of coogee and bondi, 2007
“everything is .. crazy”.
amidst the dark rain clouds filled with turmoil, the clash of ideals banging and clanging like thunder, you stand, firm. i get swept away by the loud shiny objects and the pitter patter of raindrops that seem to spontaneously fall from the ocean blue sky. i do sometimes check to see how far the little driftwood has bobbed away from the shoreline, but then i forget and carry on my own merry way. i wish i could just grab a little metal hook and attach myself to you because you are there with your peace, you stand stout and firm, unchanging, and unmoved by circumstance.
one day, i’ll realise how foul the taste of salt water. one day, i’ll realise how much i hate seagulls. one day, i’ll realise where i ought to be, where i want to be and that i miss you. one day, i’ll paddle back.
today will be that day.
for mum.
made two bunches of hot cross buns this easter using two different recipes, nigella lawson’s and mummy’s. mummy’s turned out really well, nigella’s not so much. i promised mummy i’d post up some pictures of the buns (her recipe), so here they are!
i was too lazy to follow mummy’s cross recipe so i made a variation of nigella’s and piped it out. needless to say, it was too liquidy. doesn’t matter, i always peel the crosses out before i eat them anyway.
heehee, ate too much food so must hide faces. 
HALLELUJAH! WHAT A SAVIOUR!
Man of Sorrows! what a name
For the Son of God, who came
Ruined sinners to reclaim.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
In my place condemned He stood;
Sealed my pardon with His blood.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!Guilty, vile, and helpless we;
Spotless Lamb of God was He;
“Full atonement!” can it be?
Hallelujah! What a Savior!Lifted up was He to die;
“It is finished!” was His cry;
Now in Heav’n exalted high.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!When He comes, our glorious King,
All His ransomed home to bring,
Then anew His song we’ll sing:
Hallelujah! What a Savior!-Philip P. Bliss
I love the Easter weekend, that is, Good Friday, Saturday and Easter Sunday! I can almost hear the shout of joy that rings through the air and smell the overwhelming fragrance of victory that oozes into the streets, I cannot help but do some dancing! At the end of an extremely long half semester, to be reminded of who I’m working for and what I can look forward to, is certainly wonderfully refreshing.
I love this entire weekend because it remembers the death and resurrection of Jesus. Christmas is lovely too and I love Christmas, but Good Friday and Easter just brings it home for me. Good Friday reminds me of the extent to which Jesus went to bring me (and us) to our Father. I am of no use in this horrible horrible ordeal that Jesus went through, I just sit there and receive the profits of his act of ‘divine madness’. It is at this point in time when I realise that all I hold dear in my life, all that I consider important really pales into insignificance to the brilliance that comes with getting to know MY saviour.
This is the God that went down to hell to bring me back. This is my lord, this is my friend, and this is my saviour.
HALLELUJAH! WHAT A SAVIOUR!
Yes, I do judge books by their covers.
taken without permission from travelling hungry boy
THB says it’s yum, but it’s so ugly!! How am going to put such an ugly thing in my mouth and it’s so expensive! Actually I wouldn’t mind trying it… but i don’t understand how come the Japanese people can genetically modify an orange to make it juicy but not pretty as well. There’s that really round looking orange things, but apparently not very tasty. So it’s an either or situation I guess.
Today, as I was walking into negotiations class, I overheard guy saying to his friend, “must be an easy class”. I didn’t really hear the standard of which he used to judge the simplicity of the class by, but I disagree. Yes, the material covered isn’t rocket science, but HAVE YOU DONE A NEGOTIATION BEFORE? It is awfully draining and almost everything depends on the person you get paired up with that week. I once sat with a guy in silence for a good 7 minutes because we both refused to lower our prices and another time, I got yelled at by an overly enthusiastic exchange girl. The irony is, there was fairly simple probability working on the board which I assume was from the class earlier, which means .. THEIR CLASS IS EASY AS WELL!! Heehee. Maybe it’ll get harder for them, but hey it gets harder for us as well!! Anyway, other than that, I had a pretty good one and a half hours at uni because I didn’t get creamed at negotiations. I think we came up with an agreement that was in line with the Pareto efficiency frontier! My partner and I then spent the rest of the time talking.
