HOW TO SPOT ME IN A WORLD OF CLOCKS & THEME PARKS

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I could say that I am twenty-something, doing graduate studies in food science, love reading and listening to music ranging from Chopin to the Beatles to Jason Mraz and have a good list of character references but in an attempt to profile myself without sounding like a monotonous CV, this is the best I could come up with… :-)

IN a clock I am the minute hand reminding people that though seconds tick away before our eyes, there is still time to make the hour count.

In a rowdy mob I am the consequential silence.

In microbiology, I am the chromogenic dye that draws out evidence of a secret personage, tenderly exposing it to light without harm.

On a piano, I am a song in the key of Em, simple, full-toned and intriguing to the untrained ear.

In the wild, I am the tiny person with a lot of adrenaline who will hurt you if you try to provoke me with anything brown, green, camouflaged, scaly or slimy that has a pulse.

On a technical paper, I am the aggravated red ink shrieking for repetitious mistakes to be corrected.

In a movie I am the tagline that makes you buy a ticket with the dollar you planned to put in the piggy bank.

In a theme park I am the loudest screamer because screaming is how I keep my calm after 5 go’s on double-looped roller coasters.

In a restaurant I am the person who would go without half a dinner because my wisely-ordered Pollo Italiano would be offered to the person unsatisfied with their chicken fried rice.

In age, I am the mature seven-year old who talks about mist on dandelions and the childlike 20-something year old pulling pranks and giggling like a four-year old.

In religion I am aficionado of God, not church.

In God I am both an unstoppable wave and a persuasive trickling of water that sooner severs boulders.

In love I am a never-ending hug.

These threads of daughter and sister, beloved and friend, student and mentor, servant and heir run through the fabric of each passing day. They tug and tangle, as far as my humanity goes. But it’s a Godly hand that quilts the pieces together. It’s that celestial Hand that makes all the difference!

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AUTHOR’S NOTE

kuala-terengano-1441This is me. This was taken after a 3-day long microbiology conference in Kuala Terengganu. A 3-day conference isn’t something bad…but it honestly felt like 3 weeks, considering that if I stepped out of the air-conditioned aquarium..er, conference room, I would be here…lounging around by the beach with a good book.
Just a short intro about this blog- ANTIDOTES FOR THE UNPASSIONATE LIFE: the original title was supposed to be antidotes for the common life but a month after i started my blog i stumbled upon Max Lucado’s book entitled CURE for the Common Life :( Since Max is more popular than I am (for the meantime..hehe), I decided to modify the name a little…which I think was a good thing because I discovered that the new title better suits the general message what I want to flag to readers: that living an unpassionate life is like going to an international buffet with your tongue burnt or to a Philharmonic concert with this morning’s cotton buds still stuck in your ear (eew, sorry)…you just don’t get its full worth.

PASSION is BOUNDLESS ENTHUSIASM and enthusiasm takes its roots in the greek enthousiasmous which means inspired by God.
Making it simple: life without passion is hollow; life without enthusiasm is insipid; and life without God is just plain senseless…now passionate, and more so passionate for God, is never synonymous to being religious. It is never about form or routine. It is never half-hearted and never done for the sake of lip service. Having passion for God is having passion for the life He gave. That’s how life started to matter for me. Want to be my guest?

p.s. I don’t mean to be insensitive to common world views…well, maybe just a little bit. c”,)