Phoebs Up

The time of the year again…hee hee except tis time my mom is not nagging at me to clean up. Actually i do not know if that is good or bad. Let’s see i have a few more hours to vaccum, clean upstairs, iron the washed cushions , table cloth, do my jap homework, tidy the place and oh yes eat dinner…phew..  Really its my fault for this last min dash.  And what am i doing now blogging right?  Well i read this article on HER WORLD and it got my creative juices working overtime. There is a contest on www.aware.org.sg. I know its silly but i’ve always wanted to write something and get acknowlege for doing it. A small dream i suppose. I know i know i am not that talented and who wants to know my story right? But if it could help someone…maybe…David said he didn’t mind..errr should i ? closing date ’s on 7feb..

okie okie i beta get back to cleaning….lotsa do and i will be having guest over tomm.  CNY’s (Chinese new year’s ) not the same without mom’s nagging, the taste of pig’s soup and the abundance of family around you…yet..i will survive.

ps: Our church has started a group to pray for various parts of tokyo. The beginning of something we all hope…pray with us.

Rejoice in the Lord always, again i say REJOICE

It was dark, the road was winding. We were lost in the midst of a thick forest. Then the phone rang," Oh just turn right and go straight…" ,it was shiomi…We were late again… thanks to David’s wonderful instincts which plunged us straight to the core of the forest.

Now, this forest was not exactly the kind you would expect to find in Tokyo. This one was smack right in the middle of the International Chirstian University. I simply stood in awe of it (when it was morning and the foliage was visible). When we finally reached the little cottage, i felt a lot like Gretel in the fairy tale. Was it real? David’s head bobbed outside the kitchen window while i sat frozen in the car…

The house was a mixture of New England and Old Japanese. The smell of tatami and hot tea masked our senses. My friend shiomi  ( a Keio Uni lecturer) had invited us to spend the night at her friend’s house. It was another of her many house-sitting episodes which she converted into a great new year party.

The cottage was filled with good food, a hot kettle sat boiling on a stove in a corner of the living room,a fat, tiger-striped cat yawning and stretching, games and songs flowing from an ancient piano…. truly a first for me.  I have never spent a new year without the tv blasting and the bubbly pouring.

Now I heard that this Cat was 109 (cat’s age). Well, I normally don’t warm up to cats easily but this cat was big and mercenary looking. Seemed to possess a kind of serenity. It curled and looked at you with a strange look of wisdom and nudges you to caress him as if he was a king.  He felt soft and warm. His attention wandered off after a while. How loved i thought this cat must have felt.

It was truly nice to spend the last day of the year praising God, thanking Him for the rich blessings that He has given us. I felt very very privileged to be in the presence of God loving people…i do miss my friends and family back home too.

I look forward to a bountiful year ahead laid with all sorts of treasures in my path with God.

- partially edited by a reluctant (and hungry) David

"For I know the plans I have for you", says the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."
Jeremiah 29-11-12 NIV

When will the perfect day be to sit and write?  What is the perfect day to bare my soul and how would others feel when they read it? pity? happiness? saddness? Honestly i don’t feel like writing most of the time..usually i feel like willing the time to pass faster. Not because i hate it here. Not because i am a poor little rich gal. But just that there are times where you feel strong yet so very vulnerable at the same time. That’s me..

Things are moving. Moving at a speed that frightens and excite me. Meetings that will be held in our apartments, meeting and forming friendships, learning and letting God lead. There are so many things i can do, so many ways i can help…i pray that He will lead us.

I am learning still learning to be the wife that fears God and summits to her Husband. Difficult.. ha ha but with God’s grace.. I think being  a wife you have to learn to share with your husband his strengths and weaknesses too. You know dear.

It had been a wonderful chirstmas in church . Me helping blindly in the japanese service. Embracing kids that did not speak my langauge. Running to gather them together and them running the other directions…lots of laughter…

3othdec 2005 we went to IZU, a seaside town with onsen (hotspring) , truly heavenly experience. I’ll let the pics say everythin . We ATe, soak and ate…hee hee and later vistied an old castle.

Not a bad way to spend the holis.okie i am goin to download my overdue pics of the trip that we took back in singapore..i think my sis is looking prettier and prettier don;t you think? i was checking out her blog..he ehee…so are the other gals…

k mail me or something …i miss home..i miss being a rojak person..but i guess i also welcome this year. A year of new beginnings and discovery..

A perfect day indeed.

"He will reveal all things in due time" " ….in this world of darkness you must shine , you in your small corner and i in mine…."