Early Morning Muse

Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!

Arsenal just drew with lowly Southampton while Man Utd beat Portsmouth 2-1. Grins. Hehz... its a good weekend.

Its 3 in the morning and I can't get to sleep. I honestly don't know what's the matter with me. But its been an incredibly warm day. I think I'm feeling unsettled all over again, being in that peculiar state of transition yet again. Working... studying... looking for a job... that sorta thing.

Been having my wierd dreams again. Last night was another classic bizzare dream where I wanted to go bathe, and yet every piece of clothing I removed only revealed one more that I hadn't taken off. So there was this really comical and yet surely frustrating episode of me in my dreams just perpetually removing my clothes, and never being able to take them all off. Vaguely remember something also about how I was either at some retreat or camp. Cos I remember lazing around in the 'room' before that.

I won't be able to go for the church camp in June because it falls on exactly the same dates as my family holiday. Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!!!! Dammit. And I was looking forward to the camp so much.

*Sigh*

Friday night at ARPC, one of the passages being covered was that of the woman who had been bleeding for 40 years. And when Jesus asked "Who touched me?", it was suddenly reminiscient of God asking Adam and Eve where they were. I mean, surely God would know where exactly the woman was, and who it was that touched Him. So why the question? I suspect that just as He wanted Adam and Eve to own up to their wrong, He wanted the woman to own up to her faith. So I suspect that when He commended her for her faith, He was not only referring to how she reached out to touch Him in hope of being healed, but also how she dared to publicly acknowledge what she had done, acknowledging her faith in Him and what He could do. After all, in light of the context, it only served to highlight His authority over sickness and death as he proceeded to make His way to Jairus' house to save his daughter.

Of course, that had nothing at all to do with what Chris was talking about. But since he sorta bowled me over like a bullet train, I ended up just musing to myself and this thought kindda stuck with me.

Paul's gone to Bangkok with Joz over the weekend. Ruth tells me that Nut's depressed again. Grins. You ain't alone, kiddo. You ain't alone. Was just in Serene's car tonight, and we were talking about how we're both past the age now where we can hope to get attached simply for the purpose of having companionship. Right now the stakes we're playing for is marriage and a life partner.

Dammit.

And I was hoping I could still have a little more fun.

This whole grown up business is really such a chore.

Bleah.