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Thursday, May 27, 2004

one night in hongkong



a land where apartments are smaller than offices



where glass facades attempt to give the illusion of space



like in this photo, the building in the center of the photo is covered in square panes of glass. for me, this photo contrasted the old and new and upcoming. that's hongkong, ever changing at breakneck speed.



still on the issue of space. columns of buildings, rows of traffic and suddenly a basket ball court.photo taken on the deck of a tram..



mr in blue shirt doesn't give a care if he's immortalised on camera. noticed that people in hk hardly stare or notice people like me carrying cameras and acting touristy. i had a strange feeling when i first came to hk that i was stepping into a hk movie set..



just before you think that hk is all decked out like chinatown.. it isn't but i didn't have the opportunity to visit other areas of hk like lan guai fang and soho. Was quite restricted to mongkok, tsim sha shui and the central. And something curious turned out when i was researching hk MTR... use of MTR stations for fortune telling? hmm.. just as wierd as our building here in singapore..



more buildings and...



more buildings with the rare appearance of a tree.. but finally..



FOOD! note the graffiti on the wall is done by me. the arrow points to the delicious simmering wok of fried smelly tofu. it was heaven to me. it smells much stronger than it does here at home but it's so silky! with the sweet sauce and the slightly bitter after taste, it's a lovely snack on a night in hongkong. the stall is like a yong tau foo stall, selling all kinds of fried stuff such as vegetables, veg stuffed with fish cake, meat on sticks, intestines on sticks. yumm.. that is if you don't mind the flies and the dark pot of oil that's been cooking for goodness knows how long..

Monday, May 24, 2004

i should be in church today but guess what.. the flue bug has finally hit me! yes and for a moment i thought i was invincible. i guess without His grace in mind, the virus just slipped through and splat. i'm sneezing uncontrollably. i've got a prevailing itchy feeling in my throat that no amount of hacking and spitting will make it go away.

i am in need of grace. the other day i read in brian bailey's exposition on hebrews and he made this illustration that made such an impact that i don't think it's going to be lost in my memory banks anytime soon. He said he had a dream that he saw how people were going to church and God's voice or the spirit said to him that only those that have received His grace can enter His house.

How amazing. of course, after all it is His house: a place made by human hands and calculations but held up only be His mercy against the world. God of course has the rights to say who comes in and who stays out. but then again, He's not like us with our idiosyncratic and sometimes superficial preference. The only difference between God and us, i think, is that all we have to do is recognise we need His grace and ask for it. Human beings are too complex. we think of ways to weezel into that party or think of elaborate rituals and customs that we must perform or conform to. Simply asking to be invited smacks of begging so other means and ways must be conjured up..

But the solution is so simple with God. Just ask and that one statement can open up the vistas in your life, turn you upside down and inside out till you don't know who you are anymore: All you know is that God has become a part of you. And guess what, now our bodies are the temples of God. However there's only one statement, one of its kind, that you can say. It's no joke. The way to Him is terribly narrow in that sense but how wonderful it is.. just like the tiny white pebbles that Gandalf follows to lead the dwarves and bilbo to Rivendell.

ok i will try to give a proper update on my life.. the next time. i'm sick after all and need a break from the com. don't worry. i've been doing very well the last couple of weeks. i'll be back soon.

 

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