Dialing to God

Dialing to God

Just want to publicly and specifically thank The One Above.

He's always been so kind to me, graciously helping me all these while even though I haven't exactly been a good girl. I'm such a sinner. You won't know how awful I am. If salvation wasn't by faith through grace, I would have directly been transported straight to hell.

But... He just brought me through. Even when I got myself into deep s, he graciously (he could have chosen not to) gave me a chance to redeem myself.

You probably would have known that I've been transformed into a walking zombie lately. Besides the "oh gosh, I think I just fell asleep on my computer" and "this class is so boring I'm just gonna shut my eyes for one second", I haven't slept well for 4 days straight. It's weird how I can still function as a human being, less say perform in class.

But through all these, even as I'm about to give up, he literally gave me the energy to finish my work. In this case, all the major final assignments, final business plan, and of course, feature screenplay.

I wanted to give up so so so badly. There are times whereby I just fell asleep then and there while typing. And when I woke up, all I type was this:

police catch thief. so good u noe fish catch till die bang bangg kaboom. he shoot e girl she die on e spot. she eat cupboa rdd cannot go

What did I just type?!

So as I was saying, yes, surprisingly, without even yawning or any semblance of fatique, I just typed and typed and typed and... by morning, my baby was born. My first feature screenplay was born at 7:45am.

It took me a night to type 25 pages of Act 1, another 5 hours to merely hit 30 pages, and the final night... to go from 30 pages to 92 pages. That's 62 pages a night from 12am to 7:30am, which means 8.3 pages per hour. Insane speed!

And you know what? That final night was the night when I decided to turn to God for help.

Before that I was struggling with even completing a single page, finding ways to cheat script space by like putting in between spaces, add more descriptions, more dialogues, etc. But when I realized I was using my own brains and own strength instead of God's, I know I've made a big mistake. Who am I, seriously? Do I really think that I can do all these myself? Hell, no!

Thank Lord for the enlightenment and the chance to apologize.

I've screwed up so many times and only went to God when I needed help. I'm glad all these wastage of time and bad experience is set as a reminder to look at God above instead.

It is an awful experience, but a great wake up call.

:-)

The jury strikes back - again

The jury strikes back - again

You are an awful person, do you know that?
The scariest person I've met in my entire life.
I've never wanted to avoid someone so much. You're the first.
Influencing others? More like striking terror.

There are thousands of ways you could've used to approach what seems "inappropriate" or "flawed". But what you just did certainly scares him off. Even as he flatly rejected you and told you he is lost for words at your (rude) remark, you simply shot him back with more condemnations.

And btw, quoting verses from the Bible to support your vilification doesn't make you a biblical hero. Stop that. If you're seriously concerned, talk to him in person instead of criticizing him in public. What does that make him look like? A loser sitting on the chopping block.

And you think that's helping him? Are you trying to make yourself look like a saint? 'Cos you certainly don't look like one to me.

Aren't we supposed to be guiding the weak instead of rebuking them?
Treat others with love! That's what we're taught. And who are we to judge?

As I've mentioned before, Pride. That's what drives us to the ground.

Rally fouls

Rally fouls



Speaker: "Now they want to build lift on every floor, and they want us to pay!"

Nigel: "Ahhh! They want us to pay! Not fair!"

Derrick: "Nigel, you're not even from Potong Pasir. Why you care? And your house dont even need a lift!!"

Nigel: "HAHAHAHAHAH!"

(from PB)