Don't be hot-tempered be coooool-tempered :D

This morning, in the car and on the way to church, my dad was forcing me to listen to the 101 principles by Mr. Idontrememberhisname, and I’ll just call him Blah, because he talks a lot.

Moving on, Blah was telling a story of how a lady driving her car stopped at the traffic light but then her engine died and it was pretty embarrassing for her. While she tried her best to start the car, the other cars moved around and used the other lanes except for the car right behind her. The man inside that car started honking at her. After a while, the lady paused, rather vexed, and walked over to the other car. The man wound down his window in surprise. The lady leaned over and said, “Why don’t you help me start my car while I sit here and lean on the horn?”

Well, it’s a good story with a good lesson; “Put yourself in the shoes of others before you get angry or impatient with them.”

But let’s think, what if you were that lady. Your car died in the middle of the road and you’re trying to restart it, and someone is honking irritably behind you. Do you get down and say “Why don’t you help me start my car while I sit here and lean on the horn?” Is that reasonable? What will you accomplish by doing that? What will happen while you scold the person behind you?

Here are 7 simple things that might have happened if you stopped to get down of the car and scold the man.

1. The man would open the window and swear at you, possibly in some other language you don’t know.

2. The man would say “no thanks” and drive away laughing.

3. The man, suddenly getting it into his thick head that it’s easier to just go around your car, drives off while you stand there with your mouth open.

4. After you finish scolding him, you return to your car hot, sweaty, angry, and still not able to start the engine.

5. A man on a motorcycle snatches your hand bag ( if you had carried it down from the car)

6. People will see you and get angry that you stop in the middle of the road to talk, and they will start honking at you.

And my favorite,

7. A thief comes, restarts your engine, and drives off in your car.

Moral of the story of the story?

Sometimes it’s better not to get angry and scold others.

-cheers =) I realize I like typing a lot when it is on Microsoft Office Word.

Blogger doesn't allow me to put indentations. :(

40 days fast and prayer

So, what have I been up to?

~ I started the 40 days fast and prayer on August 8

What am I fasting? Two things.

Social networking meaning facebook, tweeter, and youtube with the exception of blogger and hotmail.

It is not very easy, especially when my brother leaves his facebook and his monitor on. The facebook page beckons me to come closer, to sit in the computer chair, to check my account. “Its only once, what harm can it do?” it coaxes. BUT NO! I SHALL NOT! I will refrain from social networking for the rest of the 40 days! “I CAN DO ALL THINGS THROUGH CHRIST WHO STRENGHTENS ME!”

I am especially proud that I am also fasting meat! Yes, M.E.A.T.! For a whole 40 days! I’m a total meat lover, I would complain like crazy if my lunch didn’t have meat. But yeap, I love God much more than meat.

Unfortunately, I know two times which I unknowingly broke the fast. On the first day, I was eating nasi lemak, and forgot that ikan bilis was considered meat. Then for lunch I was eating tasty fried tofu, when I reached back home, my mom mentioned to me that actually they mixed fish paste with the tofu to make it tastier.

Apart from that, I managed to refrain from eating meat, even at school where everyone else was eating fried chicken, chicken nuggets, chicken chop, fish and chips, and more. My first-rate caterer, Aunty Alice, cooks vegetarian for me. Which is basically substituting egg, mushrooms, tofu, or fu chok (don’t know how to spell), for meat. I’m practically living off eggs now, and getting quite fed up of it.

The temptations.

On the first night, I dreamt that I was using facebook. On the second night, I dreamt that I was eating lamb shank, I could taste it in my dream. Mmm, the wonderful lamb meat on my tongue, and lovely mushroom sauce.

In school, my “friend” brought marinated lamb ribs, and “accidentally” blew the smell into my face. Oh how close I was to salivating, as though I haven’t eaten meat for decades.

When I went for Angelyn’s surprise birthday party, I was surrounded by loads of meat, especially SAUSAGES! Grilled sausages, small sausages on sticks with cucumbers, wrinkled sausages, and JUICY-LOOKING SAUSAGES!! The lure of loaded plates heaped with grilled chicken! The pizza! The rich, wonderful, and terribly enticing smell that kept finding its way to my nose!

However, I managed to resist my urge to eat any of those, and tenaciously stuck with eating only potato salad, nachos, and TOASTED MARSHMELLOWS.

Now having survived that, I find that I have more determination than before, because I can say to myself, “if you eat that, then you have just wasted the opportunity to eat those sausages.” (I don’t get to eat sausages very often.)

So far I am only at the 13^th day, GOD PLEASE HELP ME! Sometimes when I think it’s impossible to resist the longing for the rest of the 40 days, I’ll remember the famous verse, “Nothing is impossible with God.”