I can live again…

31 07 2008

My brain is overloaded right now, but it’s just been so full all day, I’m feeling like I’ll feel so blessed in a bit because I am what God’s loved into being. Right now, with Desperation Band playing on my ipod, I’m reminded of why I’m here, and what I’ll be doing. I really need to be real. In some ways I wish I could be focusing on the ministry of being at this school, and not having to deal with everything else: the commuting, the MA, the adjusting to a new place again. I will change my mind later.

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Preemptively positive.

31 07 2008

The way I’m feeling right now, I don’t think I knew what “exhausted” meant. The day started, and went on and on. I think the last thing clinched it for me. Orientation was excellent though – lots of relevant information, procedures to bear in mind, and it was especially good to have the time with the different principals.

But seriously, getting the tour around the school campus was such a blessing, just bearing in mind the amazing stuff God has done and is doing and will be doing… Wowzers!





Orientation: Day One

30 07 2008

Most of the information was on using the system that the school has in place, and although much of the system itself isn’t new to me, it was eye-opening to see the efficacy with which they are utilising the exact same programme. All in all, it’s been an exhausting day, not least because of the 2.5 hours of sleep I managed last night. I was just too excited to sleep, basically, something which hasn’t happened in a long, long time.

So I leave you with this Nike ad, the clicking of which will bring you to the site I saw it on. Apparently it’s been pulled from complaints people have been making based on the homophobic imagery that is used. Hmmm. I’m too tired to think about it right now. I’d be more interested to know what you think, if you’re so inclined to leave a comment…





Announcement (with irony, obviously)

29 07 2008

I’m on Twitter now. Check out the sidebar.





Obligatory post-lunch post

29 07 2008

I had lunch with an old friend (here it is, Gerry :P) and we talked about work and life but boy oh boy that lunch was good. Shaffi’s in Yuen Long is probably the best place for Indian food.

After we said our goodbyes, I went and bought some bouncy rubber balls in the vending machines around the corner from and inside the Jumping Gym (ugh.) and I just don’t understand why nobody else seems to like them. Seriously – a dollar, or five bucks for the larger ones – they’re like pure bouncing joy. I might speak about this joy at some point in Solid Rock, or I might post about them (again) sometime. There was a little boy who was with his grandmother, and she kept trying to drag him away from the wonder that is bouncy rubber balls, and he grabbed on to the bar there and hung on. I handed him one of the Dragonball-Z ones and he grinned the happiest grin at me. That was 5 bucks well-spent, I thought. The grandmother looked gobsmacked: “Why didn’t I think of that??” or maybe she was astounded by a stranger’s gesture…

But this is the song I’ve got iTunes on repeat:

Slow Dancing In A Burning Room
It’s not a silly little moment,
It’s not the storm before the calm.
This is the deep and dying breath of,
This love that we’ve been working on.

Can’t seem to hold you like I want to,
So I can feel you in my arms.
Nobody’s gonna come and save you,
We pulled too many false alarms.

We’re going down and you can see it too.
We’re going down and you know that we’re doomed.
My dear, we’re slow dancing in a burning room.

I was the one you always dreamed of,
You were the one I tried to draw.
How dare you say it’s nothing to me,
Baby you’re the only light I ever saw.

I’ll make the most of all the sadness.
You be a bitch because you can.
You’ll try to hit me just to hurt me,
So you leave me feeling dirty cause you can’t understand.

We’re going down
And you can see it too
We’re going down
And you know that we’re doomed.

My dear, we’re slow dancing in a burning room.

Go cry about it
why don’t you?

My dear, we’re slow dancing in a burning room.

Don’t you think we ought to know by now?
Don’t you think we should’ve learned somehow?

But I heard about what happened, and it left me stunned. I guess marriage really isn’t something that can be taken on lightly, as slight and as obvious as that statement is. It’s not something that stays as it’s expected even if the people have been together for years. It left a fear in me because of the recent conversations I’ve been having with S and whether what I’ve been thinking isn’t too much for the reality of something of such a magnitude.

So I’ve been thinking that there’s nothing that speaks of marriage as much a couple, slow dancing in their own world. And this image about says it all to me.

And maybe the slow dancing thing is an antiquated perception, just like this image, which is why it’s so fitting, but it’s just so beautiful. Where the dancers’ eyes are focused on no one else but each other, and the melody sways through them, swirling in the folds of the dress, and the dancers’ hair…

Ah, but I’m a terrible dancer.





Jumping Gym in Hong Kong

28 07 2008

The other day, we went to Jumping Gym because we do stuff like that from time to time. This picture I took does not do the amount of chaos in there justice:

A part of me really understands why so many people will slot endless amounts of money in the form of tokens into the machines where the probability of winning is quite low, but there’s a larger part of me who stands to one side, looking on in shock that the feral side of normally-sane adults comes out to play so easily. This is childhood redeemed, and relived.

Tomorrow is the last day of the summer holidays for me, and I’m looking forward to getting back to work as I’ve kind of been stagnating with just shopping and surfing the Internet when I’m not meeting up with people or watching movies. The other day in the newspaper there was a letter to the editor questioning why the summer holiday wasn’t cut short by far since children had nothing better to do than laze around in front of the computer or glue themselves to the various handheld devices at their disposal. I smiled at the time, and thought to myself, “What a misguided person the writer is…”

I need to tidy up my wardrobe. The clothes are starting to spill out, like they have a life of their own, and as though every shred of their being cried out for freedom from the confines of the wardrobe.





Not.

27 07 2008

I have nothing to talk about. Someone from high school added me, and the conversations have been a little annoying. That’s my whole day.