I believe in God. I just been too busy. I know, all eyes are rolling. I was one of those people who is “too busy”. Too busy getting married, too busy having children, too busy arguing with my spouse, just too busy. It’s funny how life turns out. In one way or the other, God always find me back.
Sometimes, i think humans get too complacent. When life is great, we simply just enjoyed it. Without once thinking that maybe someone up there gave it to us. When life sucks, all eyes up to heaven, accusing.
I haven’t been to Church for a while. When I got married, my husband’s lifestyle somehow clashed with my church going. I was very much in love and I accepted his theory that Buddhism is better because it teaches peace by mediations. When our marriage started getting nasty, I started praying in temples, offering joss sticks and having strange monks meditating at our home to ward off “angry spirits”. It was only recently did I realise that it’s of no use for me to pray to Buddha if my heart does not believe in it.
I’m not saying that Buddhism is bad. What I’m saying is that in order for religion to give one peace, there must be faith in it. Because it will be that faith that will pull us through the bad times, it will be that faith that stop us from going astray. Because I didn’t have that faith, our marriage just got worse and I get more depressed.
As strange as life has it, one day, these two Christian elderly turned up at my doorstep. Usually I will shut the door to evangelism, but this time, I simply took the books they gave me. Maybe God was calling me, but on one of the books, it titled “How To Make Your Marriage Work for Christ”. Okay, Nicole, you had better go to church, He is hinting to me I have to.
But here is the real deal, I didn’t want to go to any church, I only wanted to go to the church I went to in University, Christian Life Centre. But it was too far for me to travel with 3 kids. As faith has it, I googled that I have a CLC within 5 minutes from my home! It was the very church which Sydney CLC originated from. It was pretty awesome and further confirmed my reason to attend it.
I went to Church with the 3 kids today. We went to the evening church as Janesa overslept and i didn’t want her to get cranky towards Sunday School. We have tons of fun. The girls did some great collage and Ariel has some great toys to play with. Most of all, they met some really good people and we felt a lot of love and acceptance. Something that we haven’t felt for a long time...
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Rearranging Quirk
One of my quirks which is still unknown to my family is that I like to rearrange furniture. Everyone knows I like to paint rooms on a whim and has since now accepted the idea that our study room will always remain a bright tangerine orange. It sounds awful but I read that orange helps a person to stay alert and focus while working. What better place to “orange” than the study room? Doesn’t that sound more logical now?
It started as a thought. Gosh, this room needs a better use of space.
“Jeslyn and Janesa? What do you think if mommy move this couch over there?” I asked innocently.
“No.”
“But don’t you think it will be better if we move your play table here with all your toys? You will have more space to play?” I persisted.
“No.”
Unfazed by the lack of enthusiasm for my desire to make the play room “a better place”, I started pushing the couch with the girls sitting on it. Though the play room is not tiny, but it was still cluttered by huge plastic toys so I have to move those out of the way too. Then I have to drag the two huge ottomans towards the other end of the room. Clear up all the strewn toys on the floor. Vacuum and mopped. Finally, I pushed the couch towards the other end of the room.
Fed the girls lunch and finally sat down to inspect my design. Oh dear, it was too close to the TV. I didn’t realise that the location of the sliding door makes it impossible for me to move the couch further away from the television. “Don’t you think it’s too close to the TV?” I asked the girls rhetorically.
“No.” They muttered as they strained their neck to the side, trying to watch the Saturday cartoon.
Sighing, I started to push the couch again towards the back of the room to face the TV. But before I did that, I had to unplug the stereo, wound up all the loose wires and carry a 15 kg bass boom box away from the site. Huffing and puffing under the sheer weight of the box, I gestured the girls to move away from the couch with my head. Damn Nintendo, the girls stayed on the couch, unmoved. When I finally placed the couch at the back of the room, I have forgotten how long the couch was and it stuck slightly across the doorway, threatening to give someone a nasty hip bruise if they walk carelessly into the room.
“Here?” I asked again. Silent.
Too tired to move the couch again, i tried to rewire the stereo before my husband realised what i did. The last time i unplugged his wiring, he threw a fit. Guess what? The wiring was too short! There is no way I can replug the stereo unless i move it back where it was.
Three hours later, tired and defeated, I moved the couch back to EXACTLY where it once was. The girls were right afterall... sometimes it pays to listen to the voice of children.
It started as a thought. Gosh, this room needs a better use of space.
“Jeslyn and Janesa? What do you think if mommy move this couch over there?” I asked innocently.
“No.”
“But don’t you think it will be better if we move your play table here with all your toys? You will have more space to play?” I persisted.
“No.”
Unfazed by the lack of enthusiasm for my desire to make the play room “a better place”, I started pushing the couch with the girls sitting on it. Though the play room is not tiny, but it was still cluttered by huge plastic toys so I have to move those out of the way too. Then I have to drag the two huge ottomans towards the other end of the room. Clear up all the strewn toys on the floor. Vacuum and mopped. Finally, I pushed the couch towards the other end of the room.
Fed the girls lunch and finally sat down to inspect my design. Oh dear, it was too close to the TV. I didn’t realise that the location of the sliding door makes it impossible for me to move the couch further away from the television. “Don’t you think it’s too close to the TV?” I asked the girls rhetorically.
“No.” They muttered as they strained their neck to the side, trying to watch the Saturday cartoon.
Sighing, I started to push the couch again towards the back of the room to face the TV. But before I did that, I had to unplug the stereo, wound up all the loose wires and carry a 15 kg bass boom box away from the site. Huffing and puffing under the sheer weight of the box, I gestured the girls to move away from the couch with my head. Damn Nintendo, the girls stayed on the couch, unmoved. When I finally placed the couch at the back of the room, I have forgotten how long the couch was and it stuck slightly across the doorway, threatening to give someone a nasty hip bruise if they walk carelessly into the room.
“Here?” I asked again. Silent.
Too tired to move the couch again, i tried to rewire the stereo before my husband realised what i did. The last time i unplugged his wiring, he threw a fit. Guess what? The wiring was too short! There is no way I can replug the stereo unless i move it back where it was.
Three hours later, tired and defeated, I moved the couch back to EXACTLY where it once was. The girls were right afterall... sometimes it pays to listen to the voice of children.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Mouse Radar
I hate to admit this but my home is infested with mice. Yes. Before you shriek in horror, it’s mice. Not rats. I have no idea where they came from but they first appear about a few months ago and since then, i’ve been stuffing every nooks and crannies i can see and boarding up any source i can think of. Shower drainage, dishwasher pipes, cabinet holes, you name it, i have filled it up with some kind of plaster, tape or newspaper.
So terrified was I of mice that since then, I’ve developed a mouse radar. I can hear the scurrying of mice even when I’m not in the room and i can smell the presence of mice even if i didn’t see one.
Today, while my husband was teaching the twins their alphabets, I took the spare time to be a couch potato. I love So You Think You Can Dance and was quietly pleased that I did not have any toddlers bothering me for a few minutes. It was then I heard the sound.
“Hey? I think I heard a mouse. It is in the couch.” I reported to my husband.
Of course, ever the sceptic of the power of my mouse radar, he simply tossed the idea by saying that “mice do not keep near humans”.
Unsure if I was indignant that he didn’t believe me or if I was feeling reassured by his claim, I started tossing the cushions off the couch. A shadow. Darting. A mouse!
“AAAEEEEIIIIIIII!” I screamed as I threw the cushions into the air and hurdled towards the top of the dining table. Under my accusing stare, my husband made his way towards the couch, motioning me to find a “weapon”. Although I do wanted to dispose of the rodent, but I wasn’t prepared to contaminate my "stuff". I gave him an unwanted plastic soup ladle. “Can’t you get something bigger?” as he spotted the escaping mouse and tried to whack it with the tiny ladle. I gave him the toy broom.
Unafraid and curious, the twins started running towards the toy box and emptied it onto the floor. Laughing and throwing, they banged the floor with their wooden walker sticks. I have no idea if it was the fact that the mouse had ran away or the fact that my once tidy living room was now littered with a mountain of toys, but I was starting to feel queasy. Feeling sorry, my poor husband tried again in vain to find the mouse but to no avail.
Although, he didn’t “save” us from the rodent but he did vacuumed the floor and helped the kids pack up the room while I stood, eyes darting, on the kitchen chair. I need to get a mouse trap tomorrow. Pronto.
So terrified was I of mice that since then, I’ve developed a mouse radar. I can hear the scurrying of mice even when I’m not in the room and i can smell the presence of mice even if i didn’t see one.
Today, while my husband was teaching the twins their alphabets, I took the spare time to be a couch potato. I love So You Think You Can Dance and was quietly pleased that I did not have any toddlers bothering me for a few minutes. It was then I heard the sound.
“Hey? I think I heard a mouse. It is in the couch.” I reported to my husband.
Of course, ever the sceptic of the power of my mouse radar, he simply tossed the idea by saying that “mice do not keep near humans”.
Unsure if I was indignant that he didn’t believe me or if I was feeling reassured by his claim, I started tossing the cushions off the couch. A shadow. Darting. A mouse!
“AAAEEEEIIIIIIII!” I screamed as I threw the cushions into the air and hurdled towards the top of the dining table. Under my accusing stare, my husband made his way towards the couch, motioning me to find a “weapon”. Although I do wanted to dispose of the rodent, but I wasn’t prepared to contaminate my "stuff". I gave him an unwanted plastic soup ladle. “Can’t you get something bigger?” as he spotted the escaping mouse and tried to whack it with the tiny ladle. I gave him the toy broom.
Unafraid and curious, the twins started running towards the toy box and emptied it onto the floor. Laughing and throwing, they banged the floor with their wooden walker sticks. I have no idea if it was the fact that the mouse had ran away or the fact that my once tidy living room was now littered with a mountain of toys, but I was starting to feel queasy. Feeling sorry, my poor husband tried again in vain to find the mouse but to no avail.
Although, he didn’t “save” us from the rodent but he did vacuumed the floor and helped the kids pack up the room while I stood, eyes darting, on the kitchen chair. I need to get a mouse trap tomorrow. Pronto.
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