Wills & Desires


A great photograph by cousin, Seraphina.

It has been weeks since I have shared my thoughts and summary of inspiring sermons from what I heard from church. Well, here I am back again, stitching the remains of what will turn into a fragment of God’s garment. 

This was sermon by a preacher from Ghana.

From what we observed through our daily life, people are dying by the day, minute and even second. By approximation, the total deaths can be accumulated up to a whole country already! Fancy that! How fragile are the lives of human beings. Among all the millions of lives that had been lost within the period of time, have we wondered in our minds.

“Why is it not me? Why a I still alive?”

Actually, the main reason is because… God has a purpose for everyone in this world. There is a purpose that lies in everything He created. As long as it’s not accomplished, we will still continue living. God wants us to create testimonials in our life. It is not about how long we survived on earth, it’s about how we change our lives into a true testimonial.

Will and desire. Sometimes we tend to spare a certain amount of time only to God, due to self privacy. It’s archetypal for us to reserve our Sundays only for God, as for weekends… we can pour out a whole list of reasons to put our God aside from our side. In short, we are prone to forget about him at times.

Notice at times of depression, sadness, melancholy God also folds his arms and does not lend his helping hand, it’s because we do not give all our time to him. As what the importance of desires and will, we need to have these to surrender all our time to Him in order to build an intimate relationship with God, so that we are not easily tempted by sins.

James 1:13 Let no one say when he is tempted, “I am tempted by God,” for God cannot be tempted by evil and himself tempts no one.

The devil is no other than mischievous, devious and deceitful. By hook or by crook, it will search for millions of ways to attack our will and desire. We are actually loosing heaps of faithful Christians by this. It’s a battle, a long, dragged out battle between the devil and us.

Though we are above all, we have boundaries because we are humans. It is inevitably to say that we are limited and confined. Despite the thirst for freedom, our wills and desires has to be with boundaries. God wants all disciples to pay full attention to these 2 important elements of life and follows them. It is a key to ensure that our plans will go through, something that was born great and was supposedly delivered.

God has visions and plans but it is a downcast that many was not accomplished because of the lack of will to walk within our boundaries. The devil may fade the boundary line, at times we ourselves are confused where lies our boundaries. When we skip over the fence and looses focus or didn’t tame our wills and desires, we will miss the plans of our life.

Thus, have the will and desire to surrender our lives to God, so that we won’t miss what’s ahead of us.  

Window Tragedy

I’ve been slacking a lot of blogging lately, maybe the term ‘slacking’ may not be appropriately applicable in this context, however, I’m still able to squeeze most nibs of the happenings in one post.

Classes are proceeding, smooth but not glossy rough but not bumpy. What can I say? Even my brain is twisted by my own words, you readers just have to bear with my misshapen gobbledygook. Stress, pressure, excitement, fun just slides in simultaneous, I myself have not much time to self-adjust my brain-mode.

It can be really tiring sometimes, there’s been a renovation happening in our hostel. Never in my mind would I expected it to be such tiring. We had to pack most of our things from our room and moved it outside the room in order to give them space to do the renovation. You have no idea how bloody exhausted I was! Moving beds, dumping everything from bed sheets, pillows, tables, chairs and the whole vapid list goes on…

If expressed in Russian…Какой ужас!


So what do you expect us to do in the midst of frustration when everything was in disorder and the room has been turned totally upside down??? Take picture to kill time!

[  The 3rd picture just made everyone burst into laughter ]

Look at the bright side, after approximately an hour plus of cleaning, our room is damn clean with cool modern [ Well, I THINK it’s modern d-u-h ] windows. See! We’re like servant boys super pro in cleaning already!

Bakery

Like any typical Saturday, morning was spent on Russian class. As dull and tedious as it began, my Saturdays turned out to be another amazing day. I had a fantastic time doing baking with fellow awesome gang, Dennis, Mike, Abraham, Eelin as well as some seniors Lily, Jun & Hsu Zane.



Random pictures of ‘bakers’ in action!


Dennis’ mini pizzas


Egg Tarts


Cherry Cheese Cake which we shared among ourselves along with a night of fruitful talks and story sharing. Greats delicacies do bring great friends together to create great times :)

Rugged

A week has passed, it’s been harsh, rugged, rocky jagged and pitted.

Biology was pleasant, the only substandard point is that we need to change from the ‘trolleybus’ to ‘tramvai’ in order to head to another building – Morpho Corpus to attend Biology lessons. Our lecturer is so far, pleasant. Note that I am out of words for description but I do feel pleasant and stress-less in his class.

Am I even given any authority to judge university lecturers? I guess not. The gap between university and secondary school is beyond distance. Alright I better stay on my line before I digress from my tangent. Back to the topic…

Chemistry was a hell of a nightmare. Do not feel astounded about me saying that, no doubt that Chemistry is my favourite subject back in secondary school. But now, it has rebounded. 2 words to describe my lecturer, sadistic and sarcastic. We begin our classes with tests gave by her, followed by numerous questions shot by her again. In short, we’re required to be fully prepared for each of her lessons. It’s a dejecting case – SPARTA

Math, it’s identical like a shooting bullet! Notes, questions, assignments and we’re done with a topic. I need to congest every bit of information and digest it IMMEDIATELY, otherwise I’ll miss the train and there you go… another grave dug for my corpse.

It’s been pressuring, but compared to other seniors, I’m nothing but mediocre miniature termites fighting for a chunk of wood!

Other than that, it’s a Sunday and for the first time coming to Volgograd, I missed church service. Not intentionally, but I had a major headache after waking up at 10AM and headed straight to bed and woke up once more at 1.30 in the afternoon. I just released a whole ton of weight from my head – LIGHTER now.

Skyped with fellow friends having holidays now, feels great to be connected once more :) Made spaghetti with tomatos, capsicums and sausages for lunch and decided to do some finishing on my art.

Part of my awesome room mates, Mike & Abraham

A pile of unwashed clothes pending to be washed, I better start work N-O-W

First Chibi in Volgo

My passion towards anime chibi has not left adrift though I’m currently not in collaboration with all art tools. My drawing pencils, erasers, gel pens, poster colours etc. are left back in Kuching, what I have now is pathetically an archetypal pencil case like any typical ones. Thus, the lack of my tools is not a paucity but more like forfeiting a 3rd arm.

Nevertheless, I still manage to doodle some Chibis of my seniors since they requested to. With a stereotypical mechanical pencil, eraser and some papers… I’ve found a substitute of my 3rd arm to persist on my passion in Chibi.

  First attempt doodling Hsu Zane, my 6th year senior. Moronically splattered some oil on it and thus…


Another better version of her. Notice the stars?? She loves stars.


Lily with her flats.


Jun’s one drawn specially on her birthday.

I recently got myself a sketch book, but I find it rather inconvenient to draw on it. Inspiration doesn’t seem to kick in, leaving it all abandoned and relinquished in the dusky ‘tumbochka’. I need inspiration!

Paintball

Last Wednesday was a public holiday for Russia, instead of letting time fritter away with nothingness and monotony… Hiding myself in this dusky room of mine being rooted with apathy and lassitude… I played paintball! It was actually a game with most 2nd, 3rd and 6th year seniors. The whole crew was there!

Try having paintball outside with a temperature of 0-3 degrees and you can kiss Malaysia's paintball goodbye.

 
Us, terrorist


 

 







 









A perfect day, effortless dinner since I bought ‘cha siew ‘ rice for 80 Rubles =]