2017

If I were to sum up 2017 in one word, it would be DRAMA! Oh my God!

From job uncertainties to last minute miracles, from disappointments and betrayals to second chances and forgiveness, from being overwhelmed with a new job, new language, new country to coping with peculiar colleagues, from drowning in routine to new adventures, from reconnecting with old friends to meeting new ones.

I wish I could say that I went through the ups and downs with the right attitude, but I was not always on my best behaviour. Thankfully it’s about Christ’s redeeming work and not my performance rate.

I received answers to prayers that I didn’t realize were answers because I had given up on expecting answers. But God surprised me, and one lesson I learnt is to trust that the Lord has heard my prayers and knows my needs and will answer in His own way and time.

Going into 2018, I look forward to what adventures await me.

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The Day I Fought Off a Chicken

One nice evening, I decide to take a walk and go visit my friend in the neighbourhood. I hesitate when I see a hen and a cock on the path up ahead, but there are no alternative routes so I bravely stay on the path, just as I am about to pass the duo, the hen runs across my path.

Now, I am one of those people who is afraid of chickens, I don’t understand what they’re thinking and don’t trust them. They seem unsure of themselves, not able to make up their minds whether people are a threat or not. Do not ask me to catch a chicken, I’ll just run around pretending that I actually plan on catching it, while what I’m actually doing is keeping a safe distance while the other people involved in the chase have plenty opportunity to catch the chicken.

I’m a few metres from my friends house thinking all is well with the world and maybe my phobia for chickens is unfounded when something tells me to turn around and there I see the cock charging at me full speed.

Turning to face the chicken, I tell myself I’d rather go down fighting than be mauled in the back. The chicken flies up trying to claw at me and I kick the air with my feet. I am in fight mode, it’s survival of the most determined. From the corner of my eye, I notice the neighbourhood people watching on in amusement, no one coming to my aid, I am their evening’s entertainment. The epic battle between man and beast rages on, did I say beast, sorry, I meant chicken.

An old man comes to my rescue, he has some tree branches that he was hauling home, and uses them to scare off the cock. With gratitude in my heart, I hastily make my way to my friends house. My phobia for chickens even more firmly rooted, no one could say anymore that my fears are unfounded.

 

A Cautionary Tale of The Wig

Having been disappointed by my hairdresser over the weekend, come Monday morning, I bring out my wig saved only for rainy days such as this. I make it to work at 8:30am in one piece and for the first five minutes it seems like it’s going to be a nice average work day. That is until my vision starts to blur, I blink rapidly, trying to clear my vision. I’m already panicking as I try to figure out what’s causing the blurry vision. Was I going blind? I had heard stories of instant blindness. I tried to think of what new thing I had done today. The wig? Nah!

It was only when my head started throbbing that it occurred to me that it could really could be the wig. But it wasn’t even it tight! Locking my office door, I removed the wig but that didn’t help ease any of the symptoms. Putting the wig back on, I immediately dialled my boss saying I was suddenly feeling sick and needed to go home.  I was feeling so faint I wasn’t even sure if I would make it home.

Back home and in bed with a pounding headache, wig off and two Ibuprofen tabs in me,  I eventually fall asleep. Fast forward six hours later, I wake feeling as good as new. I vowed never to wear a wig again. Ok maybe vowed is too strong but we’ll see how it goes.