The Quest... for the missing keys

After 1.5h of rummaging round the house, I came to a couple of conclusions.

Its better to leave my room in a state of "organised mess". That way, I'd take strange comfort in knowing that my belongings are in there. Somewhere.

Everytime I attempt to clean my room, something goes missing. Inevitably, its because I've just shoved one seemingly (at the time) unimportant item into a random drawer, just to make my room look neater. For a period of time last year, I was convinced a strange monster lived in my room just to chomp up my belongings. Well he might have followed me here.

Now for the quest...
The worst feeling came when my room looked clear, every single corner searched, and I still hadn't found what I was looking for. My mind ran wild, started to second doubt my searching abilities (which were rather frenzied as I threw panicked tantrums), groped in places like my pots and pans, fridge, shoes etcc.. (I have left stuff in there before).

In the process of the search, I found one old sock, a watch, all the books that fell between my bed and the wall, and other items that I didn't realise were missing, or which I couldn't be bothered to look for before.

After 1.5h of turning my room upside down, as I enter a state of mental and emotional breakdown, the entire household was mobilised to find the missing keys, with me whinging on the phone to mom. Suddenly, my housemate (who finally decided to help in the search) makes a sudden squeak in a corner.

It was in her jacket pocket all along. Right.

-argh-
[the volume has been turned off at this point to prevent damage to your speakers]

I've relegated all my cooking duties to her for this week.

Note to self. Go get one of those electronic tags which attach to my keys. Actually, I should attach it to everything I own.

blimey.

Reality Check

I wonder bout my literary prowess.
Or rather lack of it.

Have my skills been waning, or have I merely been deluding myself in thinking that people are actually interested in the stuff I generate. Probably that's why the self-absorbed yet insecure part of me has finally decided to put up a tagbox. [Not to mention that this page was getting abit boring without input other than my own]

So just to get a clue on who reads my blog. And well I reckon I might get loads of anonymous hits. I'm glad to know at least some strangers are interested in the insane life, or actually, rather dull life I lead.

And yes that I would actually have the time to do such nonsense.

So heres to many more posts where I boldly display my wonderful writing skills (or so I would like to believe), and to all those who do enjoy it... man I'm so glad for you guys.

No. Its Sat night, I'm stuck at home with ungrateful housemates and I'm not drunk. I promise.

The Heinz Challenge

This is me.
Making up for lost childhood.



Either that or I have gotten very sick of my own cooking.

To be utterly honest with you. I always thought my childhood lacked something. Especially when I walked by the kiddie section in the supermarket that sold those cutesy little bottles of apple juice and bread and banana pudding. My housemate resonated with the same thoughts. So we both boldy [well she didn't want to be photographed and her identity will be protected] went forth to buy our very first bottle of baby food.



Note to self. Never feed this to my kid.

Maybe as a kid I was so traumatised that I didn't want to retain any memory of having eaten this concoction. But at least now I can say that I've tried it once before.

My mom knows best. Thanks for never feeding me this ;)

Shifting Sand

My faith is like shifting sand
Changed by every wave

My faith feels like that mostly. And most of the time I beat myself up everytime I find myself drifting away. Its an awful feeling and most times I just end up in a hole and ever further away from God. Especially when I'm in a procrastinatory slump. Like I was.

And then I try to pick myself out of it by my own strength, and it just becomes futile. All the self help, self motivatory books in the world would not be of any use.

Then I heard this song. Well I listened. I've heard it alot, but for once I listened to the lyrics, and it made so much sense. And here was someone else admitting to the same problem I had! I wasn't the only one... Its not just me! I'm not the only person in the whole wide world that finds it so hard, that feels so absolutely inadequate and unable to carry on the christian walk.

And here was the catcher in the second part of the chorus
My faith is like shifting sand
So I stand on grace

There it was. We all feel like faith on shifting sand, unstable, inadequate, never quite there. But thats why Jesus came, thats why the only thing we can stand on His firm foundation, to stand on His grace.

So I'm not the only rotten pea in the pot.

* Shifting Sand by Caedmon's Call - Chronicles Album