Life here, right now

You know what.. when I finally get to sign in to my private accounts in facebook and my blog and all other wesites that I am familiar with, there is one slight moment when I feel like I am back at home, but then the door opened and closed and some random uni students walk in...reminding me I am not. Thousands miles away from home. I tend to have a weird thought that I have really good recovery system and great protection mechanism in me, get what I mean? Like if I fall down, I don't get the painful feeling for such a long time, and until the pain finally sinks in I am already recovered almost at least 60%. Yea, crap isn't it.

The thing is it's just 2 weeks since I left home, and I am already thinking about planning to go home at the end of this year. I mean, it is february and I am planning november stuff. I don't think the part about leaving my A4 at home even registered in my brain. I know leaving Joshua definitely made a mark somewhere...but I am already anticipating seeing him again, like it is only a day away till I can go home. Anyhow, life in New Zealand is not too bad. My days are practically filled with going to uni, walking, chores, television and proud to say reading chapters of the Bible each day. Though I still can't find any church as vibrant or a church that I can be as "at home with" as TOG, one thing I know for sure is that God has never left me. He has been with me, on the plane, carrying overweight luggages and while I was stumbling all the way to New Zealand.

I miss home. There is no denial of it. Every piece of reminder can practically draw tears to my eyes, like when the sing How Great Is Our God in church last sunday, I was battling tears down my throat. And I keep missing Joshua, the little guy who bring smiles to me even though we have the least means of communication. I know there are years to go, I will have to come back and finish my studies...but I have always have this determination so deeply within me, that this is a journey, I will walk through it in such courage, finish it with grace and go home, bringing pride to all those who are waiting for me. I am just so sure that I will go home, that is the thing that I think about everyday when I walk from home to school and school to home.

Wait for me, will you? I will be home in awhile.


buckets of tears and misses,
vava

Ministry of Food

For those who don't already know, I am a fan of Jamie Oliver. He is just that kind of person whom you see in TV and feels like you have known him all your life from watching his show. Anyhow, I think he's a great person.

Hmm...so how does this relate to the ministry of food. Ministry of food is a temporary ministry set up by the British government during the Second World War, their main duties being rationing food. So, what they did is more than distributing potatoes and bread. The ministry actually go to the extend of distributing recipes on preparing edible healthy yummy food from the limited resources for the English households. Impressive isn't it?

So what is happening in our world right now? Losing wetlands, clean drinking water, farming land and even the ocean to pollution is bigger a problem than most of us are aware of. If Jesus doesn't come back for another 50 years, some serious amount of people will be dying out of hunger, thirst and diseases caused by the lack of food, water and other resources that are keeping our ungrateful butts alive. No land, no ocean, no clean water resources, no unpolluted farm land means no output of agriculture, no food, no drinking water, no water for daily use, no wood for furniture, no feathers for pillows, no leather for couch...look around you, how many of the things around you are made of the resources that we are polluting? Make a list and shock yourselves.

Though what we can do is not really that much related to Jamie's Ministry of Food as he is promoting for families and people to cook proper meals. However, let's look at it this way, if we can cook our own meals, it means to me that we can have a better control of ration of food, allocation of expenses, cut down the use of take out food containers, the costs and resources needed to go to the diners. I know my explanation is not good enough to convince people who save up resources but it does mean something if only we make an effort to just save a bit of energy and resources we have each day.

I suddenly believe in rationing everything we spend, and things we use. It does leads to a big sum of number. The voltage we are saving by decreasing the use of an electrical equipment from each household of the nation. The water we are saving by turning the tap off while brushing teeth everyday accumilated in a year. It does matters if we could all just take one step to save the creations or whatever that are left.

Think green. Suck it up and save some resources, people.



With lots of love,
Eva

Introducing Plastic's Half Brother

It is called Polystyrene. Sounds familiar? Yes, it is typically white in color, comes in the forms of disposable coffee cups and packaging material, and are made of expanded polystyrene beads.

It seems to be highly convenient to use them and throw them away right after you are done with your take-out food or coffee and tea but do you know that polystyrene beads are actually loose molecules that break off easily, meaning as your plastic spoon scratches the surface of your polystyrene rice box, molecules of polystyrene beads come off and stick to your spoon. So, you eat them along with your rice or noodles and whatever other stuff that goes in your mouth. And no, human cannot digest plastics, they stay in your body until you die, and decompose so much later than your corpse does. Fantastic, isn't it?

Polystyrene that survives from your lunch which is then discarded does not biodegrade and is resistance to photolysis. It floats on water and blows in the wind. In other words, you drink them and breathe them in. Other than that, they are a major part of marine debris, meaning fishes, prawns and crabs which do not know better, eat them and we eat the seafood. Yum.

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What I'm trying to say here is that it's not cool to hold a cuppa drink or a plate of food in polystyrene anymore. It grosses people off that you are contributing to the murder of mother earth and somehow, yourself, being a part of this world. Do your part, bring your own cup for coffee and reusable food containers for take out food. Think green. Not polystyrene.

Hugging a tree,

Eva

The Weird Connection

I just made a freakish ingenius discovery about myself, that is my weight and immune system seems to have a magically connection. Yea yea, I know they talk about it all the time, and I read them from everywhere. It's probably my fever that makes me think it's such a big deal.

You see, it's like the self-adjust thingy in economics. When Eva's healthy and happy, she eats all kind of stuff, yummy stuff...and she keeps going and going like nothing can stop her, so she gains that little bump on the tummy. Little does she know, those things are corrupting her immune system. So, she falls sick, like now, and lose her cheerful appetite. Therefore, her high metabolism eats on the extra fat she gain as her back bouncing recovery takes place at the same time. Thus, Eva finds herself slim and healthy again. And the circle continues.

Haha...how wonderful. Opps..hehe...It's the fever again. I really should go get some rest and fight off this drowsy heaty fever. Ditto.



Take care, babies,
Eva

Love unconditionally

I just figured this out in bed. Beside me was my cousins, the people whom I grew up with running around the village in grandma's house, the place where we got lost and I started crying and they all cried along. I realised that I so love them, and it surpassses the diferences after we grew up. No matter what we are doing now, what we will be doing in the future. When we are together we are just a bunch kids who laugh out so loud its almost vulgar.

I can't even see the time that we might grow old and be too business like. I guess beyond the things that, we have the bunch of "dude, where's my car" blurrness in us, and we shared oh so many memories that are impossible to share with other people.

I love you guys. Let's do the sleepover thing more often. LOL.



Gong Hei Fatt Choi,
Wa wa

My New Year Wishes

My buddies has been singing the song all I want for Christmas just now, so that song kind of stuck in my head. How I wish I can complete the sentence as well, like all I want for this new year is...

But the thing is, I don't know how to put it in words. How am I supposed to say my wishes is actually for a fairly good year even though I have no idea how to judge if it is good or bad since I am leaving and there are so many things left unsure. Yes, I'll be leaving for study. Yes, it can be temporary. And yes, as much as the percentage of it being temporary, the percentage of staying there for a possible career is just as high. No, I won't be gone for full three years, there will be breaks. Yes, the breaks are usually 2 to 3 months long and no, I am not sure if I will be back for all 3 months every year. Yes, I am ready to go off, and no, I am not sure if I am 100% mentally and emotionally ready. Yes, I am taking an interesting course. But no, I have not had any in depth classes on my majors. Yes, I do have a handful of people whom I will dearly miss. No, I am not sure if our relationship will stay that way.

I know I am greedy, and if you want me to list down the things I want for new year I won't miss out listing in a PSP, iPhone with 3G and a designer bag. But above those things that I am not sure if I can get, I think I just want a good year. A generally good year. That it goes smooth sailing. Even though I am so unsure, one thing I can be sure is that, there's a person who knows better, and even before I am there He is already there waiting for me to do the leap of faith.


Turning impossible to I M Possible with His strength,
Eva

There are stars tonight.

There were stars tonight. Looking at them, seems like I was seeing some old friends, can't help smiling at them, even for a quick glimpse. I went out just now, alone, for supper. It was a familiar joint for me, something that I have been having and once craved for when I was young. I used to sing to my dad and lure him into cycling to get those yummy curry rice for me around midnight when we were still in the old house.

There was solitude tonight. I don't care if other people think it is dangerous to go out alone at night at the wee hours. Mum was asleep. And it is like back then, when I spend time with myself a lot, enjoying my own company, just me..and me. A little rebellious, from sneaking out in mum's car. But it seems so familiar, like my old self sweeping through. I am myself again. The one who sits in the moonlight blogging alone.

Then there was a funny old friend. Simpleton, we chatted for a while and bid goodbye. What jolly good company. Though it was a while, it makes me remember how good it is to be just simple and content. We don't really need all that much anyway.

What a night, a beautiful night, meeting all of you, my old friends. Nothing beats being myself, and knowing that it is all enough.


Finally home,
Eva

A friendly reminder

Got this from Joshua's blog, though I am not a perfect person and have a past to be ashamed of, I figured Jesus is the one thing that I am not ashamed of. So here goes.

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In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke, it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking..............

Dart Test...

A young lady named Sally, relates an experience she had in a seminary class, given by her teacher, Dr. Smith. She says that Dr. Smith was known for his elaborate object lessons.
One particular day, Sally walked into the seminary and knew they were in for a fun day. On the wall was a big target and on a nearby table were many darts. Dr. Smith told the students to draw a picture of someone that they disliked or someone who had made them angry, and he would allow them to throw darts at the person's picture.

Sally's friend drew a picture of someone who had stolen her boyfriend. Another friend drew a picture of his little brother. Sally drew a picture of a former friend, putting a great deal of detail into her drawing, even drawing pimples on the face. Sally was pleased with the overall effect she had achieved.

The class lined up and began throwing darts. Some of the students threw their darts with such force that their targets were ripping apart. Sally looked forward to her turn, and was filled with disappointment when Dr. Smith, because of time limits, asked the students to return to their seats. As Sally sat thinking about how angry she was because she didn't have a chance to throw any darts at her target.

Dr. Smith began removing the target from the wall. Underneath the target was a picture of Jesus. A hush fell over the room as each student viewed the mangled picture of Jesus; holes and jagged marks covered His face and His eyes were pierced.

Dr. Smith said only these words... 'In as much as ye have done it unto the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto Me.' Matthew 25:40. No other words were necessary; the tears filled eyes of the students focused only on the picture of Christ.

This is an easy test; you score 100 or zero. It's your choice. If you aren't ashamed to do this, please follow the directions. Jesus said, 'If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you, before My Father.'

Not ashamed ... pass this on.
Ashamed ... delete it.

Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.

Isn't it funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says.

Isn't it funny how everyone wants to go to heaven provided they do not have to believe, think, say, or do anything the Bible says.

Or is it scary?Isn't it funny how someone can say 'I believe in God' but still follow Satan (who, by the way, also 'believes' in God ).

Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and! they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing.

Isn't it funny how the lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but the public discussion of Jesus is suppressed in the school and workplace.

Isn't it funny how someone can be so fired up for Christ on Sunday, but be an invisible Christian the rest of the week.

Isn't it funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them.

Isn't it funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks of me.

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Well, I do worry about what God thinks of me. So, lots of love to you guys,
Eva

Pattern

Looking back at the things that we did, we heard, we favour, we hate, we were once crazy about, I do realise that we live up in a pattern. And it hurts to think that myself, is too bound by a pattern, some pattern of other people's life. Yes, it is rude to label people like items, but the truth is, I think we all can be labelled, like how we react in situations. No matter how much we would like to deny, history does repeat itself, and in human, the time period of history isn't really that long, sometimes, it's just months away.

So it offends me and hurts me to know that I can be fitted into a pattern of someone else's. I do not believe in coincidences. It doesn't need a genius to tell you we are similar. She did that, so did I. She was that, and so am I. In the surface, I cannot deny the things that I do and whoever I am. So I hate it to my bones that what I do and who I am hunts me back. I am vain, I want to be an individual, up till now, I still believe with my heart and soul that I am an individual. God created me not to fit into some other people's mold. I am made for His mold, and in my life, may He refine me and try me to make me fit better.

For once I ask, do not label me, judge me, or try to fit me in the patterns of people who had been there before me. Don't like me because I am like a certain he or she, and at your mercy, don't hate me for being like someone else. I have my own identity, though I may seem the same on the outside, I would appreciate if you actually try to look within.

Certainly, after this, I am swayed and confused. But off this page and the words, I am sure of myself, who I am, what I do. I still have some growing up to do. =)


With love,
Eva

Crosslinked

Yes, I have finally decided to cross-link and unprivatise. I finally got over the fact that if I am to post it online, somehow, everybody will read it anyway. So who cares, you guys will have to pretend like you have never read anything from here [blogspot] and there [multiply]. Otherwise, I will have to personally poison you to muteness and break your pitiful little fingers to avoid you learning sign language.

So, thank you for reading.


With love,
Eva

P/s: If you haven't notice, I am still in the mood of the last post. Grrh.