2 weeks of 2010

2 weeks after 2010 starts brings a lot of bad new indeed. The devasting earthquake at Haiti was the first bad news of the year. But I am afraid I have lost my empathy for the sad news. While the news were reporting live on location at Port Au Prince, the mike was live to some Haitian natives who informed us that there was no food, no water, no electricity anywhere and there I was sitting in the comfort of my own home and giggling in my head that his Haitian accent was absolutely exotic and cute. A little bit like Wyclef Jean who is a Haitian himself crooning about being President. I think I am becoming a heartless bitch unconsciously.



All self-bashing aside, let's be a good global citizen and help our Haitian brothers and sisters half way round the world the only way we can at the moment. Donate to Red Cross. Remember to choose the Haitian Relief as your donation of choice when you click on the link.

And talking about even more depressing news, I have a sad dream last night. I dreamt that my father was killed. In my dream, my father and I were some fantastic spies that work for the government. One mission went bad and my dad was killed, but I was spared my life. I know the story of my dream is so outrageous and fantastical that I shouldn't be worried that it would happen in real life, but the sorrow I felt, the deep soul-wrenching sadness I felt in my heart for my 'dead' dad was so real and and unbearable that I woke up, sweating, teeth-nashing and heart pounding.

Yesterday at Max Brenner, Ernest shared to Ewen, Elaine and I that he dreams of flying just like how Peter Petrelli does in Heroes from time to time and it always scares him half to death cos the height and the speed is not human. Elaine shared she frequently dreams of tidal waves which will overcome her, but had never scared her. I was doing a bit of self-reflection and thinking hard what is it I always dream?

Now I know. Seems that I have quite frequently dream of death to my loved ones. I have dreamt of Ernest dying (for the life of me, I can't find the blog post I did on this dream, but I know I have blogged about it before), myself dying, my mother dying, etc. A bit melodramatic, but everytime after this kind of dream, I always wake up choking with sadness and will just be very thankful with whatever I have at the moment.

Daniel fast is starting today for our church. Challenging myself to abstain from my addict for 3 weeks is by no means an easy feat. I hope I will be faithful and keep myself away from TV for 3 weeks will be good for me. More time with God and Ernest. Keep your eyes peeled for this blog for the next 3 weeks then, because I will be gracing all my time spent on TV to trawl the internet for interesting God-related stuff for blogging purposes.

Thanks for dropping by and have a good Sunday. Emi says meow.