old man stuff

so, i'm getting down to do more old man stuff. reading books in my free time(not at work), taking a break from all those computer games(helps when you have a mac, which is incompatible with tons of windows games, and then in addition to that i don't have a whatever geforce blablabla graphics card) and making instant soup(erm cos i'm supposed to be too old to make proper soup?)

OK SO I ADMIT THIS IS PROBABLY NOT WHAT ALL OLD PEOPLE DO. JOEL'S DAD PLAYS COMPUTER GAMES FOR GOODNESS' SAKE. AND IT'S NOT TEXAS HOLD'EM POKER ON FACEBOOK(like my dad does) IT'S LIKE CALL OF DUTY 4 OR 5.

but hey, this is something nice. i'm reading this book that has collected quotes by C.S Lewis on topics ranging from A to Z. and it's a pretty good way to unwind, contemplate God's goodness, and at the same time sound like a really high class guy who has read those incredibly hard to understand C.S Lewis books.

so, another nugget that i have from reading said book.

on Glory:

The promise of glory is the promise, almost incredible and only possible by the work of Christ, that some of us, that any of us who really chooses, shall actually survive that examination, shall find approval, shall please God. To please God... to be a real ingredient in the divine happiness... to be loved by God, not merely pitied, but delighted in as an artist delights in his work or a father in a son - it seems impossible, a weight or burden of glory which our thoughts can hardly sustain. But so it is.
'The Weight of Glory' in Screwtape Proposes a Toast,
pp.96-7



by the way, bought this tomato and basil instant soup packet stuff from malaysia. you know, the kind that you put into a nice mug and add hot water?
it's well.... souper....

it's hard to wait

for things that come

a little too late

Time is Yours it's not mine

my fingers they scrabble and grasp

for things of a few different kind

I said it was You

I hope it still holds true

keep me from walking, keep me from searching

make me start to stop, get me started on waiting

it's hard to wait 

even for things 

that were never late

 

a quote from C.S. Lewis

You must picture me alone in that room in Magdalen, night after night, feeling, whenever my mind lifted even for a second from my work, the steady, unrelenting approach of him whom I so earnestly desired not to meet. That which I greatly feared had at last come upon me. In the Trinity Term of 1929, I gave in and admitted that God was God and knelt and prayed: perhaps that night, the most dejected and reluctant convert in all England. i did not then see what is now the most shining and obvious thing, the divine humility which will accept the convert on even such terms. The prodigal son at least walked home on his own feet. But who can not duly adore that Love which will open the high gates to a prodigal who is brought in kicking, struggling, resentful, and darting his eyes in every direction for a chance to escape? These words, compelle intrare, compel them to come in, have been so abused by wicked men that we shudder at them; but. properly understood, they plumb the depth of the divine mercy. The hardness of God is kinder than the softness of men, and his compulsion is our liberation.

Surprised by Joy, p. 17

i love this. it made me guffaw, and at the same time want to cry. 

Before the throne

Before the throne of God above

I have a strong, a perfect plea

a great High Priest whose name is Love

who ever lives and pleads for me

My name is graven on His hands

My name is written on His heart

I know that while in heav'n He stands

no tongue can bid me thence depart

When Satan tempts me to despair

and tells me of the guilt within 

upward I look and see Him there

who made and end of all my sin

Because a sinless Saviour died

My sinful soul is counted free

For God the Just is satisfied

to look on Him and pardon me

Behold Him there the risen Lamb

My perfect spotless righteousness

the great unchangeable I Am

the King of Glory and of Grace

One in Himself I cannot die

my soul is purchased with His blood

My life is hid with Christ on High

with Christ my Saviour and my God

i wish there'd be more *GOOD* remakes of hymns.

too many fruitless hours in the ACS(I) chapel coupled with an immature mind to comprehend the lyrics I now find 'high class' and 'arty farty' but generally really beautiful and poetic.

and it rhymes!

yomama

YOMAMA SKIN SO BAD SHE GAVE FREDDY KREUGER NIGHTMARES

sorry just had to let it out. dunno why i suddenly thought of this in the shower 2 days ago.

another sidenote: Wawa pissed on my mum's bed. more specifically, the blanket. the funny thing is that my dad didn't even scold wawa at all, but immediately remarked that my mom must have treated wawa badly(which isn't exactly true, she just doesn't treat wawa as good as the rest of us do). 

this is so remarkable. wawa throwing tantrums and bringing 'piss off' to a whole new and much more literal level.

laxatives

what do certain people and laxatives have in common? they irritate the s**t out of you. 

this past week has been rather horrible as far as my mood has been concerned. perhaps most of it came from continuously thinking of things said at my expense. and i know how some people are gonna say i'm too sensitive, but honestly sensitivity and maturity is needed on their part as well. 

when i'm annoyed i'll voice it out to someone else in a joking manner.

when i'm really annoyed i'll shut up and sit out. 

i'm annoyed now, but it's ebbing. 

i'm desperate too. WHERE ARE ALL THE PRETTY GIRLS??? DEFINITELY NOT NEAR ME AND NOT TALKING TO ME! 

a day in the life of the Tan family's chihuahua

6am: wake son up to open the door
6.05am:bug the father for breakfast
6.15am: scratch at son's door to be carried in and go back to sleep on son's bed(now that the son has found work, daughter takes place, if not, go to own bed and sleep)
6.20am-12pm: sleep/keep low profile lest grandma scolds for absolutely no reason at all
12pm: bug anyone and everyone for extra lunch
1pm: back to afternoon nap in own bed
6.30pm: greet son when he comes back from work, follow son around until father and mother arrive
7.30pm: greet father and mother. remember to treat father badly by barking very loudly
7.30pm: bug people for extra dinner. father is most likely to relent, followed by son, then grandmother.
8pm: dash upstairs and proceed to bark madly at father again. exercise a bit by playing catching with anyone who will play(usually the father)
10pm: start bugging son to open door. must be carried in by son so as to maintain high level of class and respect.
11pm: sleep on son's bed. walk over son a few times to make sure he does not go to sleep peacefully.