so maybe i should write something

About the huge change: new country, new city, new uni, new lifestyle, new responsibilities, new church, new friends, and the million opportunities out there to do just about everything anyone wishes to experience, achieve, or simply to try out.

It has kept me busy, constantly on my toes, afraid, in a way, to either miss out on a chance to see or do something, or to become absorbed, to be entirely engrossed in doing everything else aside from the reason for me being here – that is, to learn.

Discovering the city and what it has to offer has been fascinating, I love the convenient location, giving one access beyond the boundaries, bringing me closer to what was once halfway around the world. The prospect of having everything at your doorstep is exciting, making you tremble with anticipation at the thought of taking a short weekend trip to a country nearby, or a day trip to the many vibrant and beautiful places scattered throughout the UK.

Yet, there’s still so many other places on my “to-go” list. I hope life gives me the chance to visit them all one day.

Right now, I’m sitting in the laundry room, on a comfy couch with my flatmate. Trying to study. I should. Although, thanks to IB I find things pretty easy going for now. And thinking. Of how everything has changed. I couldn’t have imagined how things could have turned out. And its been great.

a short video

keri sent to me about a month back, real cute!

Notte Sento (English subtitles) from napdan on Vimeo.

angels and demons – part 2

interesting sermon topic, of which I only heard the last part of, in between collecting offertory and counting the money while listening to vanessa’s singing and comments: I’m going to your[zavier's] house and bring my own bak kua to eat and watch my own tv! (iuno what that’s about) and complaining about plastic notes and how it makes counting the money hard, to which we all agreed that she should use whatever she gets for chinese new year to donate a cash counting machine to the church. loll.

anyway, there was this guy who shared about how he was born into a staunch Hindu family and how he rebelled from his father’s controlling ways. he recalls one vision he saw of this street in India where there was a temple – to which he found out later that his father had in fact dedicated him to some idol in that very same temple. there was also a story told of this woman, who by the power of God was able to remove objects that cast a shadow on her family’s life, amulets and figurines and all, and her entire family was finally able to experience peace. it goes to show the extent of that one action in allowing such spirits a firm stronghold over our lives. I’ve heard of these stories many a times, though I’ve not witnessed any, hence I have doubted the possibility of these things even occuring. but that is perhaps what keeps my faith strong – the constant questioning of everything, of the world, of people and their ways, and learning to see from God’s point of view.