the AFTER effect.....

i..i...i....i...i...i shouldn't have watched ring2!!!!!!!!!!!!!....no..it wasn't THAT scary....and i practically covered my eyes everytime something scary pops up...but but but....i seem to be really good at scaring myself....it's not what i saw...it's what i didn't see....oiy.....jen was right...it's ok when you don't think about it...but when you think about it...ahhhhhh~~~~~ now THAT's a different story!!!.....haven't watched a horror movie in such a long time...my horror-immunity is getting weak..and jumped at everything...even things that isn't scary....(my poor knee, every time i jump, my knee would hit the front seat..and oh...that drink holder....keep jabbing into my leg...) ever had your imagination go wild? well, it kinda ran loose a lot of times today...had to force it back and try to think of something else...before i get completely freaked out...>O< was washing my hand in the washroom at work...and i was the only one in there.....stared into the mirror and kinda just froze there....afraid that something would suddenly "appear" behind me....and it's not until someone else entered the washroom that i kinda snapped out of it and quickly dry my hands and ran back to my cubicle :P ok, so i didn't RUN per se but i sped walk ;P hee hee hee~ no more horror movies for rita :P

intoxicated~

i'd like to dedicate this blog entry to mr. karl fong for the sole reason of commenting that my blog is filled up by dots and happy faces~ karl this is for you:

^______^.....



~happily intoxicated...with dots and happy faces ^^

Dig dig dig

This Sunday I went to a diff church….Celebration Centre~ at carp~ a friend invited us to their church cuz there was this prophetic singer that is leading worship plus speaking~ it was very different…for sure~ there was just so much energy and the whole place was full of joy~ everyone was free to do whatever they want~ during worship, there were people dancing…there were pple waving colored flags….there were pple kneeling on the ground praying…there were people praising the Lord with raised hands…pple, just enjoying the presence of the Spirit.
I’m on the shy on side…I know it and God knows it, and I wondered what my personality would bring me to do when one day I see Jesus face to face….that song… “I can only imagine” where it talks about the artist wondering what he’d do when he sees Jesus face to face…I think the only thing I’d do when I do get the privilege…is break down and cry. And the reason I figger that…is cuz that’s what happened on Sunday…when merely the Spirit of the Lord roams around….when the second song started, I suddenly felt a burst of feelings all coming out at once, and tears flooded me…I don’t know why I cried, I really don’t know…but I just felt an overwhelming sensation sweeping over me….and I couldn’t do anything, but cry….and cry and cry…and it felt good….but then I feel ashamed…there are many times in my life where I’m in a place so full of the Spirit of the Lord…where I’m so taken aback and so awed by His mere presence…but in reality, they’re really all just spiritual high…where it peaks, and dissolves day by day…what I’m ashamed of…is that all my life I’ve darted around the desert admiring other people’s well….and when they’re kind enough to share the wealth, I get amazed at how refreshing the water can be…then after a few days, I forget the taste of it again…then go darting around the desert….all over again…
I want to dig my own well…I want to keep digging…

……..keep digging…

……………………keep digging…

……………..keep digging…

…until I can find a well and call it my own.

And drink from it…
……….and share from it…
……………..for today,
……………………for tomorrow……….forever…

holiness...just a thought...

many people often think that the Bible is just a big book of yes and no…but the speaker today puts it so well….. “it’s not about holy duty…it’s all about holy beauty.”

the butterfly in my tummy is playing with swords!

I don’t know if I should laugh or cry...
I’ve realized today, that unconsciously, I can make myself physically sick through psychological effect….if that makes any sense at all….there’s the saying “butterfly in my stomach” when pple are nervous….well, I’ve taken a step further….it’s quite funny cuz I never really developed this until this past few years :P I found out…that when I’m nervous, my tummy will protest….to the point that it can convince me that I’m really sick…therefore not do whatever I’m about to do ;P it’s true! It’s sad…this Sunday nite was such an occasion…I was going to go to something that I’m really really REALLY nervous about. And my stomach protested…at first it was just a little butterfly…but then I soon found out that butterfly turned into a serpent…it felt like someone jabbed a sword into my side, then s-l-o-w-l-y pulls it out….then again, then s-l-o-w-l-y pulls out….than again!....and it kept going…and it was so unbearable…to the point that the only thing I can do was to cry out in my head “Lord have mercy on me!” if I hadn’t know about this “trend” I woulda seriously consider the possibility of something broken inside of me…….*shudder* …I hope I’ll grow out of it…