The God who listens, who moves, who lives.

God is alive!

Of course, it is something that we, as Christians hold onto as fundamental truth, but nonetheless, it is still powerful when this fact is hit home.

While I was complaining and whining about my horrible last-few-never-ending-work-weeks, I confess that I prayed minimally, and I was downright disheartened, and I was questioning God more than praying in fact. But God, being God, He who is slow to anger and abundant in grace, made a way. On Wednesday, my boss said that they found someone to relief some of my load. That meant not being needed on set on Sundays. As the person was in fact, my ex-colleague, she'd also had done the tasks before and it was a breeze to brief her. Suddenly, I had some.... Air. Space....sleep.

Well, it's still a struggle now, because there are still some tricky situations for other aspects of the job, but wow, at the very least, God is listening. He moved, He worked, and He helped.

Thank you Lord. :) 

Note to self: pray more, please!

Misery

Is driving home at 4 in the morning today,  on other days 6 or 7am, and still have outstanding work not done.

And having more piled on just like that. 

Please, I don't fancy dying in the middle of the highway sleep driving. Or overworking. That is the worst way to die.

I. Hate. This. The last time I checked in the mirror, I don't look anything like superman. But the upper powers beg to differ.

I was in Kowloon, wielding double guns.

Bang bang bang bang. Victory!

He cooks bacon.

Here he stands, battling oil pops and sizzling heat, while I stay a considerably safe distance, just for a nice homemade lunch of bacon and baked potatoes. 

Yummy yummy in our tummy tummies!

Heeding The Call... of Duty

After finishing Call of Duty 1 and 2 last year, I started to itch for another game. Shooting at computer enemies can do wonders to relieve stress, and be in another world. So here I am, in the middle of Call of Duty: Black Ops, scurrying through tunnels and walking on crash aeroplane wings as a covert officer. I'm in awe of the graphics, storyline and the things I get to do- Pilot a russian Hind, check. Stealthily cut a computer enemy's throat, check- although it was gruesome, navigating through a Vietnamese jungle to kill all the rebels, check.

All on Recruit level, too. Haha. 

Draw.

Drawing a random boy so as to forget
the deariness and clockwork motion of work.

It's supposed to be Alex Fergurson.

Why does he look like Colonel Sanders instead?