Sunday, March 09, 2008
Transition.
This is the first thing that I'm doing something like this. Leaving the dashboard of Blogspot on my computer for the next few hours and basically writing down my thoughts as they flash by and waved.
I've just been thinking about being in a relationship with a significant other. And Gloria's been impressing on me the role of the woman in it. So that's pretty much food for thought over the weekend. Was pretty much surprised when I came home slightly before midnight and the living room lights were still on. Usually, they'll be sound asleep or at the very least trying to get their forty winks.
Apparently something happened at dad's workplace, and it seemed quite serious that they spent the whole night up just talking about it. My family may be classified as a stereotypical Asian family according to some half-assed and probably half-baked sociologist, but it was very heartening to just witness my parents sharing and listening to each other. They might not know as much as me, speak as well as me, share my belief system, but one thing they know and that's they know how to sustain a marriage and keep it going on. I'm, to be perfectly honest, very proud of them.
After the 2nd RT out of 5 in a row, (RT = Remedial Training), I called some of the people that I will be most comfortable with for dinner. Everyone was pretty busy, or tired, or simply just too far away to meet up. With all sorts of emotions running rampant in my head after a week of reservist, there was an overwhelming sense of loneliness accompanying me on the ride back to downtown. Yet, somehow in the midst of this darkness, a light shone through. A light bright enough to illuminate the fact that God's really trying to get my attention. Many times I've been bogged down by my own self-doing with stuff, and it's really hard to get my attention with all these things clustered in front of me. I believe that there has to be something really important to warrant this. Perhaps some people will classify this under "speak well to self", yet if my memories haven't deserted me yet, God wants to really talk to me, alone and in private. And I can't shake off that feeling, while at the same time glad that I'm more aware instead of letting it pass by as in the previous few occassions.
I've just been thinking about being in a relationship with a significant other. And Gloria's been impressing on me the role of the woman in it. So that's pretty much food for thought over the weekend. Was pretty much surprised when I came home slightly before midnight and the living room lights were still on. Usually, they'll be sound asleep or at the very least trying to get their forty winks.
Apparently something happened at dad's workplace, and it seemed quite serious that they spent the whole night up just talking about it. My family may be classified as a stereotypical Asian family according to some half-assed and probably half-baked sociologist, but it was very heartening to just witness my parents sharing and listening to each other. They might not know as much as me, speak as well as me, share my belief system, but one thing they know and that's they know how to sustain a marriage and keep it going on. I'm, to be perfectly honest, very proud of them.
After the 2nd RT out of 5 in a row, (RT = Remedial Training), I called some of the people that I will be most comfortable with for dinner. Everyone was pretty busy, or tired, or simply just too far away to meet up. With all sorts of emotions running rampant in my head after a week of reservist, there was an overwhelming sense of loneliness accompanying me on the ride back to downtown. Yet, somehow in the midst of this darkness, a light shone through. A light bright enough to illuminate the fact that God's really trying to get my attention. Many times I've been bogged down by my own self-doing with stuff, and it's really hard to get my attention with all these things clustered in front of me. I believe that there has to be something really important to warrant this. Perhaps some people will classify this under "speak well to self", yet if my memories haven't deserted me yet, God wants to really talk to me, alone and in private. And I can't shake off that feeling, while at the same time glad that I'm more aware instead of letting it pass by as in the previous few occassions.
