Church

So Michael Gungor played at church anyway. It was great. And Andy G (err Pastor Andrew, actually) blew my mind with his sermon on the Prodigal Son. I’d always wanted to understand the story behind the older brother (most Prodigal Son sermons are about the Father’s heart of forgiveness for the younger son)… And I finally got it.

Go listen to the podcast. It’s worth it.

Gungor

So I’ve been looking forward to the Gungor gig for a while, but in the end I couldn’t make it *sigh* I have hermitting issues, and tonight they really flared up again. Couldn’t even leave my house to say goodbye to a friend. Luckily for me, he’s willing to do a dinner thing tomorrow. I will make myself leave the house to go to church. God help me….

Have you seen my voice?

I seem to have lost it. Completely. It was so weird to be mute, especially since I’d been fine the day before. It meant having to be extremely resourceful. Thank God for whatsapp – and thank God that May was driving today. I can’t imagine having to whatsapp any other driver *eyes roll*

The funniest thing was explaining to my boss that I’d lost my voice. We’d just worked together the night before, and I was fine. Hahaha. I must have left it in TST when I was drinking with Charlie…… Oops. Heh.

Charlie

Eight years ago (omgosh it’s been eight years) I met a girl called Charlie on the set of UltraViolet. We became great friends because we’re both a bit mental, but then she was based in Shanghai and I was in Hong Kong and so we kinda lost touch over the years. There was the sporadic msn conversation, which stopped when I stopped using msn, and then there were the sporadic facebook messages, which were terribly infrequent mainly due to the fact that there is no facebook in China… Anyway. She texted a few days ago, saying she was going to be in HK for about 30 hours, and would I like to come out for a drink…

So tonight we met up, after eight years, and it was like we’d just seen each other last week. Hahaha. Too fun. So much fun that I think I’ve lost my voice… hahaha.

Goodbyes.

Best night with two wonderful boys who are both leaving me over the next eight or ten days. Sigh. One of them heads back to Manila tomorrow, and the other is going across the big blue ocean to a city of bright lights and endless possibility. If only Hong Kong had the latter, then maybe he’d stay…

It’s been a fantastic couple of months hanging with them almost every week, laughing at terribly bad, obscene jokes, listening to the dreams and the plans and the silences in between.

And while I know I’m going to miss them both terribly, I’m so glad they are off to better things… There is a blackhole of creativity in Hong Kong, sadly, and both of them boys deserve so much more.

Wood.

I loved working for/with Michele. She is the strictly no-nonsense type of person at work, and I love that about her. I also love that she adheres to the same principles that my colleagues at my first post-university job had: that no one can give you (me) shit except us (them). I love that she is so intimidating, that when I tell someone that something is for Michele, it always gets done. Hahaha. I love it. Sadly, not everyone loves that. Some people just don’t get it. Sadly. But there’s nothing we can do to change that…

Anyway. It’s been a good five months since I last saw her… and I had such a good night. Haha!! I am so blessed to be on her friends list…

So bloody sick

Somehow, for no apparent reason, I got really sick. Half my throat was swollen, I couldn’t swallow properly, and it was a horrible feeling. Luckily after all my meetings, I had time to go and see my doc, and she did the most amazing thing for me. She pressed down on this pressure point on my thumb, and my throat miraculously opened. Miraculously. Of course, as soon as she let go again, my throat bloody closed up again and swallowing hurt again.

So she prescribed these meds for me, and then somehow half-jokingly said that she was worried I was going to get a fever and that I would get better quicker if I let some blood out. I was like… What??! Which meant of course I have to try…

So she called the nurse in, got a pricker thing, and pricked my thumb three times where she’d been holding the pressure point down, and let some blood out. Then she did exactly the same thing for the other thumb. And then she put bandaids on my thumbs and said, Okay, you should get better faster now…

By the end of the night, I was feeling like SHIT. I had a fever, my throat was gone, I could barely stay awake. I seriously felt like shit. I crawled into bed after work (sadly, we didn’t finish until midnight) without even showering, feeling hot but cold but hot but cold, and thought about how I much I hated feeling sick, especially this week, the busiest week I’ve had so far…

And then twelve hours later, I woke up and I was all sweaty and hot but so much better. Even my throat was better. No kidding. Still a little headachey but still!!

I am amazed. Amazed at the power of my doc (for predicting the fever, and the pressure point thing, and the fact that I was feeling better). Amazed that God made me better in time to get my scripts done before deadline hit. Hahahaha. Yay.

4-1

So there I was thinking that we’d definitely finish below Everton (we might still do that) because we’re probably going to lose to Chelsea again (having just done so on Sunday) and also Swansea (because we always lose to teams like them), and then we go and win 4:1 and there is that glimmer of hope that we won’t finish below them.

So now I need Newcastle to beat Everton. And I need Liverpool to bloody beat Swansea. Please. PLEASE.