Desmond and the Coming Through.

You know how sometimes you feel like you're in such a mess and you're waiting in vain for people to come through for you? And you wait and wait, like waiting for a bus with hopes all high BUT they never come through for you?

And then amidst all the feeling sorry for yourself, you realised that other frens came through for you while you never noticed it.

I dun need to 'realise' i've got a great God, who's given me great friends. I already know that, and can see it. He's been so gracious to me.

My misdeeds, All my greed...
All the things that haunt me now...
They're not a pretty sight to see...
But they're wiped away...
By a Mighty Mighty Wave...

- O.F, AudioA.

Help me to be grateful Father, Jesus... For all You've done for me. For coming through for me every single time, even though i couldn't always see, or understand it. And for the people you've placed in my life. Family, and friends. I love You, Jesus.

Desmond and the Vessel.

With Christ in the vessel
We can smile at the storm

-Christ in the Vessel.

Desmond and the TWEEZ!

TWEEZ!!! *show my 2 fingers on each hand*

Dun tag me, I'm not it. NO! I'm not IT!!! (Read 3 entries ago, Desmond and The It). Haha that aside, thanks Col!! Been a long time since i've done these kinda stuff. Missed them man.

*this is what you are supposed to cut and paste if you decide to participate in the tagging game.. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things about themselves as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog.*

(I have many weird things.I'm called the Weird P for good reason. Still, i'm not so sure i wanna lay out all my crazy.)

6 weird things about me:
1 I have a birthmark above my eye, and only yesterday when I was thinking about my weird antics did I finally figure out with eye it is. So all these years, when ppl ask me about it, i've always just lift up any random hand to touch it, not knowing for real which eye it is.

2 I have an OCD... the constant fear that things from different parts will contaminate other parts. Ranges from, not daring to sit anywhere in the house in a pants i wore out to the coffeeshop, to not using my 'office pen' on my 'home stuff'.

3 I tag songs with ppl. Cos they were ard, or heard they same song together with me, when i first heard it. Col is - Glory Come Down by CFNI. EssyF - Everything to Me by Avalon, Joel probly - "darkness and gloom filled the earth." and so on so forth. All got reason one.

4 I dun play soccer/comp games. Nuff' said.

5 I get cranky when I'm tired, and squashed with inconsiderate ppl (just inconsiderate ones) who take public transport. And in my head, I'm scolding pp for pushing and not moving in. But nonthing comes out verbally.

6 I killed a cockroach that day. Baby one la, but still. Weird huh, considering I hate cockroaches. and am totally freaked.

the 6 people areeeeeeeeeeee......
1.) Hannah
2.) John
3.) Gabe
4.) Elizabeth
5.) Rachel
6.) Col. Since you took all the pp who blog. and you think 6 is too easy! haha.. No la, can't think of a 6th.

TAG People, YOU'RE IT!!!

Desmond and the Spilled Water.

A few days back, as I was topping up a container with water, I spilled it, pouring it all over the floor, cabinets, under the table mats, and myself and blah blah...

Even tho it was just water, and I definitely would have known how to deal with it, all I could muster was a, "what just happened?!" in my mind. Then I stared at the mess for awhile, before I calmly walked out of the kitchen and said to my mom, "I spilled the water. How?"

Seriously, I know how to clean up the mess. Yet somehow, I couldn't do anything.

Sometimes, it's just the way it is. All our intellect and wit will fail us, sometimes even with the things we know so well. And it's not wrong to not know how to deal with the simplest things. Cos real people can tire, real people can be helpless, and real people can be overwhelmed.

And that's what God is there for. He's there for us. To make up for our weaknesses. To complete us.

I could have done so many other things, rather than call on my mom. I could have cried. I mean, while they have a saying about spilled milk, the thing I spilled was water. There's no saying about that. (HAHA.)

Anyways, God is good, isn't He. :)