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Saturday, 12 April 2008

  • Time To Fly

    The time has come to close this blog.

    It's been a long time since I've been involved with OCF. A long time, and many faces have been relegated to distant memory (yet I don't mean that as an insult, since I do cherish my memories). People come and people go in a blur of motion that relegates itself to the background as the immediacy of my own life occupies the limelight. Times change, and this blog could probably do with a little bit of it as well.

    Don't be mistaken, though. I'm not doing a new blog for new friends. I'm not trying to start a clean slate. I'm just moving on. Like the chapters of a book, its time I left this page.

    To something hopefully more... elegant. With a dash of elan.

    find it at teddelicious.blogspot.com . I've had a few updates already penned to familiarise myself with the whole interface first.

    Also, the tech bloggie still lives at tedde-tech.blogspot.com, but no updates since July 2007. Expect that to be rectified soon.

    Bidding all of you adieu, and for those that follow me to my new cyberlife, welcome back :)

    In Faith, Hope and Love!

    teDDe~! xoxo

Monday, 24 March 2008

  • A timely message

    Hope.

    Built from conviction, but dashed in a single, spirited moment.

    Sometimes you don't realise you've lost hope until it comes flowing back into you.

    Sometimes you don't realise you need encouragement until it gets deposited in your heart.

    Sometimes you don't realise God is watching until He taps you on the shoulder and says 'I've always been here'.

    Sometime today...

    OC2008message

    Today was different. Today was special. An angel came and, in their own little way, gave every bit as much to me as  all the pastors' sermons throughout the Convention.

    (message scrambled for privacy :))

    Thank God for Ablaze. Thank God for a generation of PASSIONATE youth seeking after Him.

    And to that angel: go forth! To know is not enough. Be a blessing to others such that, through you, they may find Him :).

    teDDe!~

    Convention reflections coming another time.

Wednesday, 12 March 2008

  • The not-so-snippy update

    Thought I'd do it in a separate post, so the faint-hearted among you would not have to suffer :)

    Modelling portfolio is almost ready, its HAPPENING on Saturday! Wheee! Not happy though, my tummy hasn't disappeared as promised. Muscles have come back though, good to know, and all that running with the blokes from Hope is making contours appear in my legs I never thought I'd find.

    Min's video is coming along.... limping along. Arghhh! I could tear my hair out in frustration. Two months ago it sounded so easy, I'd done a bit of video editing before, how hard could it be to slap in some pictures and videos? Well... hard enough, apparently! Especially when you know that this is the sort of thing that may be 'kept' for quite a while. I owe huge apologies to the cuzzies for going AWOL while trying to complete this project, partly it is the embarrassment of not being as technically minded as I thought I was, well, at least not in terms of making interactive menus!

    Social times have changed... Zhijie, Annie and the others are off to clinics as of this week, meaning they will be notably absent from university, and notably lacking in energy from their 8am-6pm days. Its strange how times can totally throw friendships out the window, and there is a very real danger that the friendship is not flexible enough to adapt. I count myself lucky though, I'm still in good contact with them, if not rather more infrequent to do aforementioned factors, and every now and again we enjoy a sighting of each other (dang, sounds like whale watching!).

    On the other hand, its been an awesome, amazing few weeks getting to know the peepitos at Hope better. Last year, when I joined because of Jing, I joined only for two reasons. 1) was Jing, and; 2) the strength of the student ministry. Following Jing's departure to Malaysia that left only one reason to stay on. At times I was tempted to go romping about to other churches and lifegroups, having gotten used to that kind of lifestyle, but a God-directed challenge saw me thrown back into the hubris of church life with Hope. And what a life! Absolutely, there is strength in unity that makes me DEPRESSED to admit I forgot. Many hands make light work... so true. And even as I avail myself to His will, I can already see Him blessing me, with new friends, new networks, new jobs, new opportunities, more lives that I can palpably sense changing around me. I've found people to be blonde and bimboey with, people to be serious with, people to do business with. People to run with, people to walk with, people to laugh with. People people people! They are like, social chocolate to me. I wonder if I'm being overfed? =)

    Daddy Lim is here as well, on business. I'm beginning so see more and more of myself in him. Its both fascinating and scary. I need to keep reminding myself to keep all the good things and BANISH those habits, those mentalities which are not pleasing to God. I never thought Life would turn this way, but it has. I sometimes wish that him and mum would never have gotten divorced for the sake of having a textbook family, then I think to myself that Mum would never have learnt how to evangelise. Mum would never have learnt how to tell all those crying souls about the wonderful glory of God's kingdom. Mum would never have chaallenged herself to reach out and learnt new skill, rebuild her career. Dad would never have learnt his lessons - he'd spent a lifetime of being pampered and scared and was too narrowminded, and he finally got the slap that woke him up from his delusional reverie. Thank God. I think that Dorothy was the only one who wore the worst of it, who's life has been interminably and negatively affected by the scars of that period. I pray that God heals those wounds, before it is too late.

    Stocks are performing pathetically on the stock market... they're like, 30% under original purchase price, now. Ouch! I've stopped looking at the market every day coz I don't have the cashflow to play with it anymore. Kinda a good thing, I guess. Really need a car - Dot's gone back to uni and now I have to play errand boy in bringing her home. Life is ramping up, despite the lack of clutter. I don't want to be young again, but sometimes I wish for the freedom that comes with being young.

    teDDe~  

  • Bit my arse?

    You know that saying (well, the Aussies among you should know), "what's bitten your arse?" It's a vulgarism for asking what is WRONG with you.

    Nobody has said it to me yet, but I can feel me asking myself that question. Not with any serious urgency, but that probing kind of thought that says 'hey, mate, you'd better pick up your act or soon you'll be aggravating people..'

    So I'll start this off in the usual manner. Is something wrong at all? Or is it just the weak resonance of a mildly guilty social etiquette running through my head? This week I have challenged people about the way they speak. This week I have challenged people about the way they relax. This week I have challenged the seeming reliance of our generation on social aids, like MSN and SMSing, and Facebook. This week I challenged people about their work, about their relationships. And the sad thing is, we're not even halfway through this week!

    Lets examine the validity of these challenges.

    Speaking > In context, I was talking an international friend of mine about her Singaporean slang. Or rather, the inability to speak with anything BUT a Singaporean slang. Lets call it singlish from now on. Back in the days, when I was actually racist, I believed the perfect accent was no accent. It was something perfectly neutral that could be understood by all speakers of the language, no matter where they heralded from. Of course, in my three or so years trying to bring that idealism into fruition, I failed. Miserably. And there have been other realisations since those bygone days of Aussie 'arianism', so to speak. Fastforward to today, what do I believe? Every accent has its place, but the onus on us as travellers, as foreigners in a new country, is to be sensitive AND receptive to the local culture. That means learning to speak like they speak, learning to behave like they behave, learning to be polite like they are polite. The list goes on. I won't mention the names of the singlish speakers who told me 'why bother to learn Aussie? I'm a Singaporean! Singaporean is good' not to save them face, but because there are too many Singaporeans who have told me that and I don't want to waste my time typing their names. But the question has been itching my throat, forced only into silence by the better part of my self-restraint, that if said people are so proud of their own country, what in the world are they doing overseas, what are they doing in Australia, using our substandard resources, taking up our substandard space, taking educational lessons from our substandard teachers, enjoying our substandard environment?

    Just because its cultural, doesn't mean its right. Lose your nationalism and recognise that the privilege you have is the privilege of LIVING in another country. You get the best of both worlds, but only if you reach out to embrace it.

    Relaxing > This one I'm prepared to cede ground on. I guess it all depends on how you define the word and intention of 'relax'. To me, to relax means to cease all extranneous activity and to focus on oneself. the INTENTION of relaxing is to rejuvenate yourself, to maintain grounded in reality, to re-know and have confidence in both your strengths and weaknesses, which are ever changing. Looking at the online dictionary, one of the definitions is 'to release oneself from inhibition, worry, tension'. Fair enough, I can't argue with that. Perhaps I'm even misrepresenting what it means to relax. But for me, and in line with the adage 'prevention is better than cure', I do really hope that people see relaxing in a greater picture. Sorry to those relevant peeps (you know who you are) for the disagreements.

    Social aids > I think its a really sad day when people make up and break up over a well-timed SMS. I think its really sad that a couple can sit next to each other in a bus for half an hour staring at nothing but their phone screens, texting their friends. I think its really PATHETIC that people say this is the new generation of communication. This is the direction of modernist culture. Its so hip, its so hop, I'm so cool and ohmigosh I 4got how2 splz prply. When you dehumanise communication, you... you literally take the human out! Relationships become a game. Facebook becomes a popularity contest. These things are not so much a social aid as they are a social ailment. And yes, they do good things do, like making talk cheaper, making keeping in touch over long distances easier, making the world feel smaller, etc. But. USE ONLY IN EMERGENCIES (read: when alternatives are unfeasible) (heck I'll admit I'm on MSN the most out of ALL my friends but I don't depend on it, I don't miss it when it's gone for extended periods). You know, I love talking to people. I love telling funny jokes and watching the way they laugh. I love telling lame jokes and seeing the admonitions form on their lips before their brains have even caught up. I love blurting out random facts to see how people react to an ever-changing stimulus. I love to provide words of encouragement, and seeing people take that and run with it, someimes even literally! I love being encouraged, and feeling that fire deep within my soul burn just a bit more brightly because someone bothered to feed it.  I love. People. And I wonder what the social and communal consequences of our ever-technology-dependent, desensitised, dehumanised society is. Actually I don't have to. I just have to look around.

    Please. Don't become like one of them. Stay real, stay human, keep loving people.

    Relationships > ahh, don't I love this one. Yet, for once in my life, I find myself lost for words, at the outpouring of a dear and somewhat comical friend (hehehehe, soweee). How do you tell someone that you can make the decision to change, but you havne't necessarily changed once you've made the decision? Many girls, and yes, I'm discriminating here, many girls seem to be hanging out for Prince Charming, hanging out so much because they're afriad they're going to miss him. Yet to Prince Charming, these girls look like Miss Unready, because, well, all they do is hang out! The problem is, my dear and somewhat comical friend (hehehehe, soweee) is in a slightly different boat. She is a super workaholic. super super super. Crazily super. If she doesn't work, she feels distressed. Emotionally, I'm not sure if I can find anything =P. Self-development is not really the problem, or is it? While she is preparing herself financially, I'm not too sure if she's as socially or romantically equipped. A guys loves a girl for what she is, right? How does a guy love a girl who defines herself by her work, not what she IS? Well, I guess you could say that the guy has to be a workaholic, then. And if he is a workaholic, then what is the relationship defined by? Work! Yet, when I asked her to define a relationship, my dear and somewhat comical friend replied 'someone who cares for me and looks out for me'. That doesn't sound work-based! Anyway, we arrived to the conclusion she needs more self-awareness to evaluate her decisions in life, and for that I'm happy for her.

    Treat others as you would treat yourself. If you never give love, don't expect any back. If you never show love, don't expect to see it.

    So yes, I challenged many people this week; others I let them go insofar as I recognised there is only so much I can do - I don't control, I only encourage and advise. Of course, on many of these matters I may still be very wrong, or slightly wrong, or almost right, never perfect... but the beauty of my life as I see it is that I know why i'm doing something. Or at least I think I do - I'm always open to outside criticism. For most of these circumstances, I asked people why they do what they do. And the answer? 90% of the time... "I don't know".

    Please. Make it a point to know. Ignorance is bliss only when it is something that does not relate to you. Otherwise, it's (the problem/issue) gonna come back and bite you in the bum. And thats NOT the same as what bit my arse :).

Saturday, 26 January 2008

  • A step at a time...

     

    I'm back from cousin Lingy's Adelaide wedding. Back from my dreaded supplementary test. Resumed work. Resumed exercise. Life should be back to normal, yeah?

    Nah.

    The wedding was great. So many familiar, and some not-so-familiar faces. Faces that, given time I'll probably get to know much better. More of the generations from mummy' Lim's side are choosing to live in Australia. I remember, once again, what it's like to have cousins. Was sad, and in some ways I still am sad that Ling's hitched. I hope married life doesn't change her too much. Call me selfish, but I rather liked being fussed over by her and Min. Not that I'll ever know what I did to deserve it - I was a pretty spoilt and lazy child. Anyway, fat chance of me getting as much affection now... darn all this growing up :P

    I sat the supplementary, am pretty sure I failed it. Life can be so cruel at times. However, I don't and can't regret what mark I will eventually end up with - if I fail, I will fail knowing I tried my best and that my study or score  would not have changed any other way. unless they allowed me more time to write. I don't know if it was nerves, but this is the first exam, let alone supplementary, that i have ever failed to complete. I do question that result. Alas, the progress of Time is inexorable and allows no chance for a good wallow in my own sorrow. There's lots of things to do. And I was looking for an extended holiday. Maybe this is God's (painful) way of telling me I need a rethink? =P

    Going to apply for that TV/newspaper modelling job.  It's giving me incentive to exercise. Exercising actually feels really good; I don't know why people like it, apart from the sweat. It's not like we only have showers once a week, right? Sometimes I shut my eyes when I am exercising and i feel where I am boxing (with weights), or I listen to the distant pounding of my heart as I run through the steps, feeling a satisfying ache spread through my muscles. Squat, lunge forward, lift back slowly, feel the shoulderblades retracting... ahh. Was also talking to some other friends who have a resolution to lose weight, but these friends are shyshy about it. They don't want to tell anyone their goal, maybe in case they fail to meet it? I don't see the logic (but I can empathise with the underlying thought). Some people are fat, some people are thin. Some can help it, while others can't. Where's the shame in stating where you stand, and were you want to  stand? I guess, if I did not have that sort of mentality, life as a physiotherapist would be very stressful; seeing overweight, at risk patients in my clinic all day. God help them. And me.

    I'd post a profile pic up of me pre-exercise, but I've already started to bulk on muscle and lose weight since the exam on Tuesday, so I'll have to do the before-and-after shot with one of the wedding pictures in Adelaide.

    Charles said there might be a job for me with the Brisbane Strikers (soccer) during their coaching sessions, working as one of the sports trainers. I hope that pulls through. I've still got to tie up some loose ends with other centres, Baroona Road Physio and the one in City Clinic Toowoomba, for example. If I don't cut into final year physiotherapy, I'll probably do a stint out with one of them. Also, if I don't have physiotherapy this year, it might allow me to arrange for placments in England - I'd love that, to get some contacts and a network happening over there. Will see how things pan out.

    Share market has been chaotic the last week or two. My shares fell heaps, and so to did my attitude. Vanessa was partly right. Not totally, though; I bought more shares when the dip was at its nadir, and in the last two days the profits look pretty decent. Mummy Lim says not to trade unless I need the money, but thats the whole point. I do. Not for the small, tiny things like bills or going out. But for things like my car and house. Every hundred counts. =)

    I miss the good old days when study wasn't study because I found it relevant and interesting. I miss the times when I found it easy to listen because I convinced myself I didn't know anything. I miss the nights when I could sleep easy because I had no responsibilities, nothing to tie me down and tame me. Well, those days are gone.

    There's only the future to step into, not the past.

    teDDe~

    Will post piccies of the wedding shortly...

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