date: Thursday, January 20, 2005 @ 1:31 pm
title: Day 19: Evangelism Wednesday..
'There are six things the Lord hates - no, seven things he detests:
Haughty eyes,
a lying tongue,
hands that kill the innocent,
a heart that plots evil,
feet that race to do wrong,
a false witness who pours out lies,
a person who sows discord among brothers,'
Proverbs 6:16-19
Today was a God anointed day. Everything was done by God and His messager. No one. Not including myself could accomplish thru my own strength and will. A continuous spiritual killer waves - Spiritual Tsunami...
I woke up rather early this morning at about 5:35 a.m. to do my quiet time. I was rather reluctant to drag my semi-paralyzed body, and poised myself upon my desk to seek God. But I was a slave of God, so no choice.. die die must do. Speaking in Tongues. Awesome tool to drill into the skull to switch my 'stand-by' mode to 'running' mode.
After about.. 5 mins of Tongues with the first 2 mins in sub-conscious, I was ready to hear what God planned for me today - Ecclesiastes.. Ecclesiastes.. Chapter 11..
' Be sure to stay busy and plant a variety of crops, for you never know which will grow - perhaps they all will. ' Ecclesiastes 11:6
My rehma of the day.
Huh?? I asked God to teach me the practical usage of this verse and ended my QT with specific prayers and speaking of Tongues as I was slightly distracted my mother's inspection with the what-was-my-son-do-in-his-room-at-this-hour peeking.
The morning standard procedure: Bathe. Brush teeth. Comb hair. Gulping down the hot milk while donning in Marist uniform. Last check for necessary items. Mandatory shout of farewell. A short distance sprint-cum-big walk to the bustop. Greet a fellow SRJCian. Board the approaching 55,25 or 854 bus @ 6:55 a.m..
However, today was exceptionally surprised to meet Ying Ying on 854. How coincident that was. Exchanged a few seconds of glance before engaging in a conversation. Well.. all the usual questions: what class.. bla bla bla... A smooth ride along the slightly jam-packed morning traffic with vehicles ferrying student to school. Silence invaded the bus. I wasn't into any conversation with her, as the capacity of the bus was reaching its maximum sooner or later. One stop before SRJCians alight, I was crammed at a corner. Sardine...
Jason was early and he had his indecent hair trimmed and spiked to its highest. He looked depressed.. Den the first wave of spiritual attack.. My usual 'morning greeting' was cold.. Almost everyone diao me.. ignored me.. isolated me.. expelled my presence.. it was cold.. very cold..
Kidding!! I dunno lar.. people just wasn't that friendly, that's all..
gals - the possible occurrence of PMS.
guys - suffering post-depression after being forced to trim their sideburn and tails..
I got no idea.. But that's nothing compared to the next spine-shivering experience: Her bloodshot cold stare..
Who was that beast that a man-to-be was so terrified of...
erm... i forgot her name. haha..
the peicai sec gal lar..
donned in her usual coffee-brown pleat bottom and blouse.
She really look like Dory.. (an insider of RN.)
and...
I accidentally dragged her into my huge infamous Aura 5 scandal.. den now when Aura 5 sees peicai student, they will be extremely excited. Blames are all upon my shoulders.
and...
she loves Kimura Takuya 木村拓哉.. a Jap actor/artist.
and...
she hates me!! boo hoo hoo.. all my careless talking’s fault, which in the end is still my fault.
As usual.. (how many times have I repeat this phrase?) she poised all by herself along the white coated wall in front of LT 4, awaiting for someone to approach her.. And I was goon-do (stupid) enough to fall into her snare, den her tongue was like the snap that pierced like a double-edged sword right thru my fragile heart.
' You are a FLIRT! You PLAY with girls because you are insecured..'
I detest the word ' flirt'... I tried to rebut her false accusation, but I was still outwitted by her. Den God remembered me about Jesus’ calmness when he was on the verge to be crucified.. He spoke what was sufficient and remained silent.. I forced a smile and asked God,
' Why? Why God?'
Oh no... Germaine, an innocent party that might be roped into my dispute with her, as I watched her approaching Germaine... Propaganda.
'... FLIRT... dun you agree?' she was again emphasizing the explicit word..
' No lar.. I flirt with ZHan.' Germaine's answer shocked her for a... like 3 secs. Silence is golden.
She gave me the unbelievable look and tiled her head high, acting as though she didn't hear that and continued to talk to Germaine.
God rulz..
I need not to defend myself and others are speaking up for me.
Who else is a better witness than myself? haha...
Dunno what was going on in her mind after than, but she still give me the creeps.. now even as I'm typing about this adventure of mine in my concrete jungle.
Fishtank...
God warned me in the morning as I was seeking Him, I was foretold not to visit the fishtank at all.. den I huh-uh?? God what do you mean??
After my history lesson ended, I surveyed the fishtank.. no one playing cards. nothing evil was in sight. I ignored the fishtank as I was famished. I had to satisfy my groaning stomach.. den... i remembered mama's bread.. yesterday's and today's
Using economics term, the Law of Supply and Demand.. Ceteris Paribus. I'm a rational consumer, so I'm going to buy:
'a canned coffee and a small milk carton + my mama's love bread = food to satisfy my hunger'
Marist Communion... Staff Sergeant Phillip + Benjamin + SKY + SKY's classmate + my ex- English classmate.
Marist United.. we shared our most precious moments in SRJC to feast.. Oie!
Den.. Shu Wei.. 'poof' appeared suddenly. NA!!!
She was with the 'flirting-propaganda' gal, by the Newsweek booth. There sat a rather well-refined gentlemen who seem to don himself with a rather exquisite accessories and eye-catching hairstyle.. lion king.. hhaa..
Shu Wei was like so.. I dunno.. apprehensive towards me. All the scandal's fault...
Den as usual, the gals were there but the guys were nowhere to be found.. I sat with the gals.
Well.. even the most handsome and well-refined gentleman with a huge ego that his heart can't even contain can make his WRONG move.. I sat in front of Syuhada and beside Wileen.
One of the most deadliest arrangement and I shall not go into further explanation why it's deadly..
'Treat others the way you want others to treat you.' God spoke.
I knew something was wrong...
1.) My dearest friends including myself had convert other people's table to ours.
2.) There would have a tendency of another outbreak of rumors.
I made up my mind and stood, kept my stuff and left. I went to wherever I was led to and reached the 2nd level's study area.
The only solution from all the above problems was to run away from it and I did it. Amen!!
Bla bla bla.. went for econs lecture and 45mins later I was out. I didn;t have the feeling to go down to fishtank.. dunno why. I lingered about the study area outside the library.. den just nice met Phillip..
He wanted to study den we got together and found a rather cozy corner to study.
I wasn't in the mood to read anything, except guitar chords.. I poised the guitar by my lap and started to strum..
horrible!! pain to my ears, not to say the irritation to Phillip who was busy copying Math C notes..
After he finished.. I accidentally started to evangelise with an opener:
' Eh.. do you believe in God?'
Initially, he was contemplating for a while and doing his Math C tutorial.. den he stopped writing and contemplated even deeper.. We had an evangelim conversation.. YEah!!!
I cleared most of his uncertainty of Christianity and Catholic.. bla bla bla.. Truth was spoken under the influence of the Holy Spirit.. YEah!!!
God Rulz...
Den the rest of the day was guitar club and bal bla bla.. the standard homerun procedure.. den now 30 mins past midnight.. I die die must retire liao...
