Women Of Destiny

concentrate.
"lup, lup, lup right lup. lup, lup"
i hopped, but on the wrong foot.i slapped my hand onto my face with a sheepish smile for the upteenth time.
"aiyo, you got it wrong so many times. act cute ah, brenda?" my senior mentioned, half in jest.

that just did it.

everything was going well at first really, doing somewhat relaxed drills. i kept fumbling, but i always thought it's ok to make mistakes if you learn. then when i was doing a march formation that comment hit me so hard. it was that old 'nostalgic' pain.
my old wound, once so delicately plastered, now ripped open to the cold. alright, spare the drama and the emo factor. maybe my senior was just frustrated that my friend could get it faster. or she could really mean it.
i thought i could take rejection already from last year's incredibly shocking blogging episode. oh well, never underestimate the power of time. i have been praying/complaining to god about all my social troubles lately too.
you know. disagreeing with friends. yada. i guess i simply have a longer way to go.
on the bright side, god has blessed me immensely on my tests. i thought i would fail the bulk of them, but i scored a1s and a2s! like whoa, wow, WHOO! i was like: IT'S A MIRACLE!He helped me get into an audition for something i wanted too. i don't think i'll make it,but still,YAY. then i have been trying to get closer to god. is it working?
truthfully no, i don't think so. i mean being rude to my friends when we disagree isn't all holy. i told them they were bl**** lame for goodness sake. i'm not going to say it was their fault. i'm the christian here and all i can do is swear at them. well what do you know.
i suppose i'll have to try. i think god prefers those who try then those who whine and cry.

still healing,
brenda

*2hrs cell + 2hrs Post Encounter/SOL + 3hrs church = 7hrs
*Total hours a week = 24 * 7 =168hrs
* Total hours a week (excluding sleeping time. Say we sleep 8hrs a day= (24-8)*7 = 112hrs remaining hours of all other business)

7/112 x 100% = 6.25%

You might be wondering what is this calculation about?
I have no idea too.

Joking la. During this week's sermon, Pastor Mervlyn Mak posted all of us a disturbing question. "Is it ok to give God anything less than our best?"

Well, why do i call it a disturbing question?

Because, even i do shortchange God many many times.
Ok, cut the chase.

This week's application: Reflect and think whether the 7 hours is a lot compared to the remaing 112hrs we have and whether we are putting in enough effort in attending cell meetings and church.
Is 7hrs (out of 112hrs) a mere 6.25% of our time for God business so difficult to give compare to the remaining 93.75% that we have for all other business? Think about it.... I'm sure you have the answer.

Signing off,
Jo & Cynthia

Had a pretty tiring week so far.

Ever since my injury on Monday, i've been limping painfully every where i go.

Being someone who wants everything to be fast and efficient, i get really frustrated with myself when i find myself overtaken by practically everyone and not getting to places as fast as i used to.

Also, having been to the sinseh, i knew how serious my injury is and that i really should not put too much pressure on it. BUT I'M REALLY REALLY ANXIOUS FOR IT TO HEAL IN 2 WEEKS TIME, just in time for my 3rd match. (I missed the 2nd one, and no way am i going to miss the 3rd one.) And i simply cant stand my snail pace. Oh, took this picture while i was watching the match i couldnt play, though i very much wanted to =( -->>>>>

And yes, i understand how sometimes when a person hurt him/herself, people will naturally be showering more care and concern for him/her. But maybe im just not a big fan of having special attention. Its not as if i'm paralysed! *Touchwood*

This friend of mine, lets call her A, said she wanted to go home with me. Another friend, B, was with me as we are heading the same direction. When i asked A why she would want to go home with me because its just not very convenient for her to do so, A replied, "Because of your ankle la."

Now at this moment, instead of feeling the kind of fuzzy feeling and touched from her reply, i felt angry instead. For goodness sake, i didnt even ask her to do that and she's sounding like she's so obliged to do it. I told her, with a hint of frustration, "No need la, who ask you to do that, seriously you can just go home."

After that, B told me i was being very ingrateful. But to me, i just felt...i dont need the sympathy that i thought A was "radiating". I just dont need the special attention can!?

I was so so annoyed and irritated that i uttered a dirty word under my breathe, which unfortunately, B heard it.

Suddenly, i really wanted the pain OUT of my ankle, i want to walk without the awful limping and climb the stairs without feeling breathless, and STOP sitting out for trainings. I just dont feel like waiting...

It was then, while i was doing some reflection of my own, that i felt really guilty, for shooting down my kind and thoughtful friend and for saying that dirty word. I think God wants me to learn something out of it. And im going to wait and see what He wants to tell me. And i really pray hard that some big big miracle could happen so that my ankle could twist back and be as good as new again.

Signing off,
Jo

Dear gals!!! It's the 2nd day of the week. Tuesday! Have you gone past your Monday blues. It's a challenging week for most. Joanne has basketball match & twisted her other ankle yesterday...*OUCH* (pray for speedy recovery) Lishan aka Cherissa is going to Australia today! Prissy has two tests this week, Bren Bren needs to PASS her 2.4km run & TaiTai has an important presentation on Friday (Let's pray for one another ya!) I try to set my night for praying.... But I really really struggling to maintain this spiritual discipline. Jia You in Jesus Name!!!!

The time was 5pm, and we were on board a bus back to school from the SBC ( Singapore basketball centre).

The whole bus was silent. I was sitting alone right up at the first seat, practically sobbing my eyes off. In fact, judging from the total silence, i dont think i'm the only one doing that.

The boys from the bball team were being very sensible, there's hardly any sound from them.


Our match with MI had ended.

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I couldnt sleep the previous night! This match is so important to us, if we were to win this one and the next one, we could get to the second round.

All of us were excused from lessons at 11 (YEA!) since the bus was due to arrive at 11.30. Apparently, everyone was nervous. I tried to boost their confidence by asking, "So where are we going to celebrate after this?" See? I was so sure we were going to win, because we just HAVE to win.



We arrived the place at around 12 plus, and watched the guys play. Boys basketball matches are always more exciting than the Girls. Pace of the game is much faster plus more stunts etc.



Then we went to change into our jerseys =) It was too revealing for me (the side of my sports bra is just...exposed!!), but i couldnt do much about it.



First, 2nd and 3rd quarter of the game, we were leading, not by alot though.
Then we went into the last quarter, dont know what went wrong but they started catching up, still not very enough to lead us, but we made more mistakes too.. Finally, the time stopped. The score was 18-18. Tied.

So the game was extended for 5 more minutes. 3 mins into the game, which was already very crucial and everyone was so tensed up we fumbled with the ball, dribbled and let the ball slipped off and such, I twisted my ankle and fall down. I tried to get up but couldnt. Team-mates came and surrounded me, and this is the part i so dislike. But nvm. Fast forward >>>>>

The last second ticked by, and we lost by 3 points. I was sitting on the bench and staring at that huge timer opposite the court. 00:00. End.

Seeing how hard everyone had given their best, it was difficult to keep myself from bursting into tears. We went and shaked hands with the other team and walked back to the bus.

I noticed the uneasy silence as soon as i got on the bus. As the pain was getting more intense, i just took the first seat, and buried my face in my towel.

It was the longest bus ride of my life. *so drama*


But after that i found out that the bus uncle actually took the wrong route so... yea.




Signing off,
Jo

(Knowing me, you are almost right that what probably ensues will mostly be about bball, bball etc. I apologised if it gets boring for you :-) )
I was walking in to school this morning when my bball mate came up to me and we talked. She told me that one of us received news that she will not make the final team.

Me: Huh? Why so sudden?

She: Dont know la, but she cried a little bit..

Me: Oh dear... *thinking*

(Pause)

My at that moment's train of thoughts : Poor girl, why cry....... Now, its 1 out....... 1 never attend trainings....... so 12 peeps left, so........

As if i have only just woken up, realisation took quite long to finally dawn on me.

Me: HUH?! Means we got in?

She: *nodded*


Its like... I dont know how to react to this, but i can only say, i'm not happy about it.

I feel i do deserve some good slapping. I asked God to help me, regretted mine asking him almost immediately, and then, ta-daa! He answered my prayer.

Hmmm, honestly, I dont know what i want. I felt i really needed those training time to revise my work and to reduce the piling stacks of assignments and tutorials. Well well..

Going off to reduce them now =)

Signing off,
Jo

First match up against Millenia Institute, coming Monday. *Sighhhhhhhhh*

Today's sermon is very straightforward and easy to understand, which is why i like it so much!

hey ppl!! i m back..

this is another one of the devotions in the morning. that week, the theme was on courage. another one of our vice principal went up to share with us. he told us this story.

there was a teacher who wanted to test her students to see if they had courage, she placed 3 strands of string in front of the students n asked them to line up in a semi circle round it. she whispered into all the students to raise their hands when she pointed to the the longest string. she stold all of them except one student who she told to raise up his hand when she pointed to the 2nd longest string. the students did as they were told. when the teacher pointed to the 2nd longest string, only one student raised up his hand but when he saw no one else raising up their hands, he quickly withdrew, n put his hand down.

Do we have the courage?? do we have the courage to be different from the rest? do we have the courage to stand up for what is right? if we have some problems in our relationship with our parents or even other ppl, do we have the courage to go make up? when we see ppl cheating in a test do we cheat wif them or do we tell on them?
my vice principal oso gave us a verse.. Proverbs 10:9 The man of integrity walks securely but he who takes crooked paths will be found out.

I hope this would start u all of thinking..
belbel

hey ppl!! i shall post sth more serious n not abt my life this time..

these few weeks for devotion evey morning, I learnt many interesting things... let me share wif u ppl.. one of the mornings, my school's vice principal did devotion. she asked us this question, are we a thermostat or a themometer? a thermostat is something that sets and maintains the temperature in the room while a themometer is something that takes the temperature. people who change themselves to be in the 'cool' group are ppl or to be accepted are examples of a themometer which follow the temperature in the room. while the people who influences ppl are thermostats which controls the the temperature in the room. the question to us was do we want to be a thermostat or a thermometer? do we want to be someone who influences the crowd or someone who changes themselves just to be accepted in the 'cool' crowd? she also cquoted this verse from the bible, in 1 Samuel 16:7. The Lord does not look at things Man looks at, Man looks at the outward appearance but the Lord looks at the Heart.

I hope this would encourage you ppl to be the influences and not the followers! i continue 2moro. muz sleep liao sorry!

belbel