Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Stories that make you cry.

PD showed me a You-Tube video clip on dogs. It touched my heart and it made me cry. The loyalty and the unwavering love of our four-legged fren is definately powerful. It made me cry to know that despite their love for us, there are so many owners out there who still mistreat their dogs or have a mind of throwing them out as they have become an inconvenience.

I read an article before - treat pets like your children - do you throw your child out when he/she inconvenience you?

There are many frens who tell me that its unhealthy to treat phui phui like a son. Does it mean that i cannot love my furry 4-legged as much as I love a human being? I love phui phui - and be it his my son or my pet. I will not love him less because his a dog and not a human-child. I will love him all the same.

How many friends will come to my rescue and put his/her life in danger to safe me. Not many - but I know my furry little boy will. Despite being only 20 odd kilos, any grown man or woman would be much stronger then him. But I have no doubt that Phui will give all he has to protect PD and me. That is something for sure.






** Note : Phui Phui is NOT a pit bull. He is a bull terrier. (",) They are different.

Bull Terriers and Pitbull are different.

There are many people out there who have a misconception that pitbulls are vicious dogs and thus undesirable breeds. In actual fact, it is the owners of pitbulls that are the ones that are to be blame for their wards' behaviour.

Pit bulls are as lovable as an silky terrier can be - affectionate and loyal. The only reason that a pitbull turns on people is because of their loyalty to their owners. They will obey all that their owners command them to. They will bite on command. They will also do all that they can to protect their beloved owners.

Of course, i don't deny that there are pitbulls who attack and kill living things - from animals to human beings. These are probably driven to insanity, or, are trained to kill on sight or command. There is always a vast history to a dog who bite and kill. Unfortunately, there aren't too many people who will stop to analyse and to help understand and educate the general public.

With so many factors on hand - .. .please.. before you classify any dog breed as "killer dog" think twice.

I've heard, and seen obedience trainers' disdaine for such breeds. They scrowl at pit bulls... and outwardly and without thought, state that pit bull/ bull terrors attack human beings. And go on to verify their statement with horror stories that are 2nd hand information. Frightening people in the process giving a false perception of these breeds.

These are professional dog handlers - the last thing that I expected them to do is to . I do agree that warning people of the potential behavioural issues on these breeds are needful. However, it should be done in a way to educate people, and doing it in an un- bias fashion - not to frigthen people and give false impressions on such breeds.

I do agree that pit bull and bull terriers have teeth, that went used in an attack can be damaging and in adverse cases, fatal. We need to be careful when it comes to get acquainted with them -and always. Always. ASK the owner about the furry one's temperament first before you get too cozy. There are ultra friendly ones, there are some that hate to be touched. . . well, just like human beings. Just that they've got sharper teeth then us 2-legged.

So - please.... please... please.. I implore you - These breeds are lovely... they are not to be hated and scoff at like many do today.

Monday, May 21, 2007

Disappointment

Hmmmm... I'm not too certain if I should blog this. But strangely, I seem to be affected by it. And, it made my convictions on not going back to church even stronger.

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Alright, it sounded a little bleak - my overview of what happen - but I have to admit that it serves as a really good deterent for me.

I was contemplating if I should attend Sunday service back in FC yesterday. I would usually go along with my mum if I ever plan to go - but, my mum probably wasn't intending to go anyway since there's going to be a potluck family dinner later that evening. So, I decided to text a girlfriend of mine if she was planning to go for service that same sunday, and if she is, could we meet up to attend the service together.

I remembered I text her in the early evenings, probably around 6 and she replied at 10pm at night. Well, I wasn't too bothered by it as she does take record time to respond back every other time anyone texts her. Its a shared sentiments between a few of us girls and we did mention it to her and we laughted about it.

Throughout the whole sms conversation that we had - I some how felt that she was trying to avoid going along with me. And, its not that she's not going to service anyway. I was pretty much surprise by her reaction actually. Since, we just met up for dinner to celebrate a girlfren's birthday a fortnight before. And with all the 'I think we should meet up more often' conversations, I'm surprise at her response.And, honestly, if our positions were swapped, I'll be delighted to join her for service.

It could be a timing issue that she reacted that way - which is probable. But honestly, a simple - I'll be going at this time - is it ok for you? Or something along that line. The evasiveness of her response doesn't really appear to be the probable reason above.

I'm not certain what will make her react that way - well - it could be a simple fact that I've got "strange" ideas about not cornering other people and badger others with the gospel? As in my previous blog entry - no one in church wants to hang out with a "backslider" ? hmmmm... Maybe?

As much as I do not want to be bothered and affected, I can't help being bothered and affected by it. *Sigh* Probably I expected something else. May, expecting something shouldn't be the attitude to take on when it comes to dealing with such matters.

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Well, to end on a happier note - it could be that I'm overly sensitive - or - probably, I'm just being overly childish to be bothered by such an incident. :)

I almost hear that other mysterious half that lives in the other end of my brain saying -

WAH LAO EH - grow up can or not - don't go don't go lah - so what. You can go on your own if you are dying to go what! Chey! Anyway, I think you are so damn sensitive loh... like that also disappointed! Please Lah ! There's better things to think and about and mull about. Stupid!

Yes, that's the bochap side of me telling me to stop bothering - and, I do agree with her. Hahah!

Ok - now, on to better things.... (",)

Friday, May 18, 2007

Casualty of Phui Phui

Poor Phui was home alone for the longest time yesterday - from 8:30 am in the morning till 5 min to 7 in the evening. A good 11hours on his own... Poor baby. When I got home, i found an overly excited Phui at the door, wagging his tail. He was sooo happy - his ears went down flat on his head and he stood on his hind legs with his front paws together at the front.

His ecstatic!

He quickly pawed at me when i got through the threshold of the door. And started to stick himself to me while i took off my heels, place my bag on the ground and had dinner safely in the middle of the dinning table. He whined - probably saying - "mummy! hug-hug!"

I sat on the platform leading to the main living room and hug my little phui phui - poor baby - he must be bored to tears and feeling really lonely. He was eager to come in for a hug. He leap around, probably wasn't sure what to do and stepped painfully on my toes. OUCH!

After a few seconds, he got the message when he saw my arms lifted up which was a sign for hug time. he wagged his tail and lean his coconut head on my shoulders. With alot of effort, i lifted his chubby muscles to my lap and hugged him.

Phui was happy. Mummy's home! Whoopie!

After the hug time, I told him that we need to clear up the mess that his made from his toys and stooped down to pick up the bits of newspaper that he shredded. He ran in circles thinking that it was play time. He ran straight into me. BAM! I felt a shock of pain in the base on my skull. I thought I was going to black out and die. And there he was, still jumping around, trying to bite my scrunhgy. ARG!

Feeling battered and bruise, I continue to proceed on clean up and we had a nice quiet evening.

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Its afternoon now - the base of my head still hurts and there's a huge ba-lu-ku. Sob! My toe has a crescent shape cut and its bleeding slightly.

*sigh*

poor casualty of phuiphui's-excitment

Monday, May 14, 2007

Chasing the Dragon - The Life Story of Jackie Pullenger

I've read the book Chasing the Dragon by Jackie Pullenger - the one book that inspired my life and worked out the stoniness from the compassion within me. [well, its not exactly true that i've got loads more of compassion for another being compared to the rest of my peers of course] It is an autobiography of a young english lady who went to Hong Kong in the 60s with only $100 HK dollars in her pocket - her only motivation - she wanted to be a missionary, and no christian organisation will take her in. And, this isn't a fiction by the way.

At this point, if you're thinking that this entry is going to be churchy-long-and-religious, well, that's true. Yes, it will be long. Churchy and religious, maybe. But, this entry is about the life of a person who cared and have somehow taught me insights in my life, and in my own "christian living".

She is someone who cared enough, unlike other christians who sit in nice, fancy churches, singing nice-sounding worships that have complicated bands and stage setups. It talks about one person, who wants to give something to the poor when she has nothing. She did it out of her heart, and not because she wanted that person to be 'converted to christianity', nor, was she a soul hunter who seeks souls to be saved and have that 1 more notch on her battle belt to be applauded by.

It was during Saturday that I attended Jackie Pullenger's conference. The topic : Ministry to the Poor. I am very certain after attending the conference that the title is definately one that the church have come up with. Jackie hated the word ministry, to her, it is a way of life, and attitude of the heart.

The topic wasn't at all relevant to me in my present stage in life - being indulgent with my own family activities. However, something just spurred me to sign up for the conference. Besides, she's my "favourite christian" since I was 14.

I read her book and I loved it - it touched my heart - I grew up believing that is how christians should behave. However, after so many years, I was beginning to believe that I was deluded - my heart-felts and what i believe in, was disapproved by cell groups, by youth pastors, by 'fervent' christians in general. They didn't agree that caring was all that is required. They believe that we need to grow in numbers, and bring in more people to believe in God as possible. My principals in christian living was frowned at and not accepted. It was unorthdox and held the character of one who have backslidden. [* backslidden = far away from God, unfervent] My believes and my attitude wasn't condorned - my cell members whispered behind my back ... I don't attend church anymore....

But somehow, when I knew Jackie Pullenger was coming - I was excited. I signed up without knowing what she's talking about. And, I am glad.

Ok.. enough of myself for now - I'll break at this section to give a brief on Jackie's story :

Here's a brief write up on Jackie Pullenger : http://www.rejesus.co.uk/the_story/saint/saint5/1_story.html

For some background - at 22 years old, she set her focus on sailing to Hong Kong to speak to the poor there. [Yes, set sail - pls do not be surprise - this is in the 60s]. Her first experience were heartfelt. Through her contact, a lady whom Jackie describes as a probable angel, she made her first visits to the Walled City.

One of her first visits there, was to a family of 9 girl child, a father who chases the dragon and a mother who is expecting, hoping that the unborn child is a boy. The mother was not even 30 years of age then. Without earning much, the family was always hungry. What little money they had, the father has used it up to keep his drug habit.

When Jackie visited the family, the children were so shy, and did not dare to look at her. Their home-bed was so small that they couldn't hide, and all they could do to avoid Jackie, was to sat and try to face the wall. Back facing her. Their home consisted only of a huge bed. They ate, played, slept together all in that bed space.

The mother was sitted at the bed, and Jackie started chatting. They chatted for a whole afternoon - and it ended with a prayer.

When they have finished their prayer, Jackie started to cry - the family were in dire straits. They needed more then a prayer. They needed more then someone sitting there, chatting to them. She was contemplating to buy a tin of rice, but she knew that - if she did that, the father would have taken the tin and sold it to get money to buy drugs. Besides, she hadn't had enough money to buy a tin of rice. In the end, she decided to buy 1 'lap-cheong' (chinese sausage) - at least, they could divide the sausage up and each child would have a little of it.

After doing that, Jackie's heart was still in turmoil - they needed more then a prayer and a tiny lap cheong, to make their problems go away. They needed much more, and she wasn't able to give anything anymore. She turned to the mother and said " I am so, so sorry. I am not able to make your pain go away. All I can offer is only a small prayer and a little meat"

The mother smiled at young Jackie and said to her, "Its alright dear. When you leave, Jesus will come in and sit on my bed with me" - It made me weep. It made Jackie weeped. [of course, these all went on in Cantonese. Jackie spoke flawless cantonese now. But during her early days, she was in lanuage school taking classes]

Jackie related stories on how she met up with 1 boy who was addicted to opium who kicked the habit. She had advise him, not to go near the opium den - flee from temptation. The very next day, the same boy shared with her the amazing strength that God has provided him with when he was in the opium den.

Yes, wasn't he suppose to stay away from the opium den??? -- Well, yes, in our own minds we though that we should. But, how can the man not go to the opium den? ... ... Why not? Especially if the den was his home. Jackie was surprised and kicked herself. Why did she not know? With this, she realise that not only do you care during "meetup" sessions - you care with your own life. Not only did Jackie shared her time, she shared her life - by telling this boy that he could stay at her home.

That was went all the problems started.

One boy started to knock on her door asking "where is this jesus, I want to meet him" - then, another one came, and another, and another.

What happen was, the first boy was walking in the streets one day and met one of his frens who he had once chased the dragon with. The fren gasped "You are fat!!!! How did you get fat?" - The fact was, when they were users, they were usually skinny to the bone, as firstly, they had no money for food. All forms of cash and valuables were used to buy drugs. Secondly, users tend to have no appetite for food at all.

The boy replied "I met Jesus"

Having mention that, the fren wanted to know this person. Knowing that it is nearly impossible to come off drugs at all. It has a very strong source of power and determination that manage to get the boy off drugs.

In that fashion, more and more people came knocking on Jackie's door.

During the conference, there were people whom she brought out of drug addiction, told us about their lives in brief. They have the same storyline - they have gone into rehab several times until they were acquainted with Phun-siew-jie. (Jackie)

Jackie cared for these people - she wasn't out to hunt for souls. She has shared that, in the course these 40-years of which she set foot in HongKong, she has helped and cared for people who, went back to their ways. However, she didn't loose heart - she said in the earlier years, she felt she's used up all of her heart constantly and could not continue anymore in caring for others. She wanted to give up. This was the story she shared on how her heart was all used up.

In her years in the Walled City, she has come to be really close friends with a prositute, who, as a little girl was sold to an older prostitute. She was unhappy and did not like the men that she was made to sleep with by her mistress, and hence, she ran away.

Jackie was so very worried and tried looking for her. To cut the long story short, this girl called Jackie one day, asking to meet up. Jackie was delighted, and went to another district across town to meet this young girl. The young girl was in debt due to gambling and asked Jackie for a thousand dollars. She said that if she didn't pay up, the triad leader will make her a 'snake' for a year. A snake, meaning, to work for him and all her earnings will go to him. But, Jackie doesn't have that kind of money, and could only offer a prayer.

During their little prayer while visiting, Jackie's Oboe came to mind. But she was unwilling to sell her precious oba. Instruments to musicians are a sacred, personal item. It is diffficult to give up. No - she will not. However, a few days after, Jackie was praying with some of her housemates at home. One young boy, who was just off drugs and unaware of what transpire with Jackie and her girlfren, told Jackie. God has given His life up for you, what is an oboe to you?

Of course, that was in plain obviousness what Jackie should do. And yes, an oboe does fetches quite a bit. Once she has sold her oboe, she took the money to the girl, and told her that she wanted to give it personally to her debtor known as Michael.

They arrange to meet in a tea house - and - instead of Michael, 2 mak-zai came to collec the money. Jackie demanded to meet Mak-Gor before she hands over the money. . . Strangely, at the end of it all, the mak-zais had to relent and gave her a phone number to call while they were at the teahouse. Jackie immediately made contact, and invited mak-gor to tea, but, he refused. He invited her to his den - on the 21st storey of some building. She agreed and pass the money to the mak-zais.

That evening, she made her way to mak-gor's place. She went into a dark area on the 21st storey of some building. She realise when she entered that there were many gold cages around with girls in them. A few well dressed men were sitting in expensive looking plush chairs and looking at the girls. Her feet were in 8-inches deep of carpet. [wow! 8-inches... sure or not... hmmmm.] Anyway, she was brought to Mak-Gor.

Upon meeting, Mak-Gor squinted and laughed at Jackie - You foolish woman.You're wasting your money. You'll never get it back, he said upon seeing her.

Jackie smiled at Mak-Gor and replied him - Its ok. You see, because, someone named Jesus has given me his life for me previously. .

Upon saying that Mak-Gor was stumped and was silent for more then 10-minutes. He was not able to utter a word, a very different persona for someone of his statue and personality. He was said to be affluent in speech. However, for that instant, he was not able to respond to Jackie's statement. He started to weep.

In this 21st-storey 'sin city', the gospel was spoken - not as part of a conference, or, a staged John 3:16 (if you've not heard John 3:16 before, well, its was a brain child of the church to convey the gospel to none-believers in evangelistic events) ... no.... it was done as a statement of fact. Simply as anyone can put it, as matter of factly in plain simple words.

If you think Mak-Gor bowed on his knees and pray to be a christian then... no... he didn't. He came to accept Jesus 16-years later. Thatwas another different story to tell.

The end of this story goes this way - the young lady didn't change her ways - after her debt was paid, she disappeared once again. Rumours had it that she was again heavy in debt, and no one was able to make contact with her. Jackie tried to contact her, but she never was able to. Even to this day, she does not know her whereabouts and no one knows if she's still alive. While Jackie closed the story with those words, she weeped. Her heart was still sadden by it.

After a pause, Jackie crinched her eyes in a smile [that's her habit - i find it weird initially, half way through the conference, I got so accustom to it that I found it an endearing expression from a sweet grandmother] She went on to say - she had poured out all her heart out for this dear friend of hers, yet nothing came out of it. She has lost all forms of contact with her and she wasn't able to be of any help any more at all. It was difficult in her heart to understand and she felt inadequate.

However, through this early chapter in her life in Hong Kong, she learn that when the person she helped didn't change as expected [that is converting that person to believe in Jesus], it doesn't matter, because, all that matters is that she gave her heart. It wasn't up to her actions to bring a person to Jesus - all we need to do is to care. Period.

It is most important to care. One who is poor in kind and poor in spirit are able to sense soul-hunters from a million miles. The poor doesn't want our pity, they don't want our money - all they want to know if we do really care.

To those of my friends who are christians and reading this - ask yourself this day - did you care for that friend you invited to that Good Friday event, or that Christmas event? Honestly, we don't have to wait for all these 'events' to turn up to show that we care. Its our daily chats, our mundaneness in play, in strife, in heartaches.

To my friends who are not christians, I apologise for us not caring - and all we wanted was to invite you to our fancy events. Made you come out of obligation to our church events and made you feel so out of place.

I do hope that the people of God might one day learn about caring for the poor - be it those who are poor in kind, or poor in spirit.

Friday, May 04, 2007

Probably the Worst Day of Phui Phui's Life

Poor little phui does have the worst day of his life - and his not even 1 year old yet - poor darling.

It was that faithful day - the day where PD and I went back to work. He's his usual naughty self, pulling dirty clothes out of the laundry to play with. Either that or, pulling out clean clothes out of the wardrobe to build a nest. We rationalise that he misses us, so, wanted our scent next to him *roll eyes*

Phui was fine till dinner time - we've packed pork chop rice from the food court for dinner. PD was unpacking them and setting the table for dinner. Half way through that, he heard someone shouting profanities below the apartment block. Being the usual kaypoh, he
stop what he was doing and headed to the window to take a peek at what's going on.

While PD was at his nosing around - Phui was doing his own. He must have stood on his hind legs, front paws on the dinning table taking a sniff. While PD turned around, Phui quickly tried to get out of that frame-shot of doing anything naughty. But in the midst of his haste, his front paw caught 1 end of the handle of the plastic bag. . . And in his quicken motion to get all 4 paws to the ground, he dragged 1 pack of pork chop rice together in the bag to the floor.
PD was so so so so so angry and beat him continualy. With egg still smeared on his front paw, phui cowered and was scared to death. Poor little boy!

PD picked the phui, whose tail by this time have already went right down between his legs, and put him behind the black play pan in the spare room. PD turned off the lights too.

Phui was so frightened that he just cowered in a little corner. 1st, he was afraid of the play pan (he got his little paw caught in between the grills when he was a puppy and had to had his entire nail pulled out). 2ndly, he was afraid of the dark. 3rd, he was afraid of angry PD. Poor phui - you can imagine how miserable he was then.

i wasn't able to help phui for his naughty act. As much as i wanted to, i can't - i didn't want phui to grow up to be defiant and ill behave. :( sob.


2hours later :

Phui was let out of his 'dungeon' - by then, the poor thing was already in shambles. he cautiously walked out of the room. He was wagging his tail uncertainly - trying to tell PD "peace daddy - peace... phui's wrong - pls don't be angry with me anymore".

there's phui's way of saying i'm sorry, pls don't be angry when he wags his tail slowly and have that cautious look on his face. His little beady eyes a little teary, with a dejected look on his face.

sigh... .so heart pain.

30min later :

Phui was on PD's lap, looking more certain and happy. "YIPEE. My daddy still loves me. Phew!" - honestly, phui should never need to worry over PD ever stop loving him. PD will always love phui - that's one thing for sure.


Sleeping Time :

It was sleeping time - PD, me and Phui got into our warm and fuzzy comforter, to watch CSI. Phui was enjoying the soft bed, being sandwiched in between daddy and mummy was his favourite time of the day. Sleeping Time! *na-b*na-b*nab-b*[that's the sound phui makes when his falling asleep]


02:00am
phui woke up
"mummy! I want to pee!"
[after peeing]
NO! Mummy - I don't want to go back to sleep. Oh Look!
Mustard! I want to play with Mustard
[Mustard's Phui teddy bear]

02:30am
[phui turn from Mustard to playing with the floor rug]
nooooooooooo... mummy! i don't want to go to bed still - stop it!
ouch! no!hey! stop that mummy! stop that!
[i went on to pick him up and dunk him on bed]
*sulks* "damn! i hate mummy"

03:00 am
mummy look! i can fly - whoopie!
[phui leaps off bed and burges into the master toilet]
[runs around in the toilet. by this time PD woke up]

uh-oh.... PD's awake - phui's in trouble now. PD stared at phui horsing around. He look as though he was about to grab phui by the throat and throw him in the toilet bowl, flush him off and go back to sleep.

PD frowned at Phui, who, by this time froze up as he knows his going to get it - daddy has got that angry look on his face. PD held phui by the scuff of his neck and threw him out of the bedroom. *gasp* PD slam the door, turn off the lights, and went back to bed.

I tried to strain my ears for any whimpering from that poor, but extremely naughty boy. There was none. hmmmmm.... By that time - it was already 3:20am

05:00am
*whine*whine* - *knock*knock*
I was awoken by phui's whining and him pawing on the door. God knows how long his been doing that. Or, was it only for that instance
By the time I went to open the door, phui disappeared into the wardrobe room - probably feeling sad and miserable that his daddy and mummy is going to be angry at him forever, and is ignoring him.

"phui phui! phui phui! where are you?"

out of the darkness, I could hear phui's running footsteps. He must be over the moon to hear me calling him. In no time, i saw him trotting happily. He stood at the foot of the door way -uncertain if he should enter.

"come on in sweet p"

he took a step through the threshold - still uncertain. I pet the edge of the bed to indicate that he could climb up. he stood on his hind legs and place his two front paws on the my side of the bed, and turn to look at me as if asking - do you think its a good idea?

I carried him up and went to bed myself. he walked over to PD's side cautiously - and took a peek - he hesitated and then started licking PD.

PD woke up, lifted his head slightly and stared at phui. At that instant, I saw Phui flinched, cowered towards me - shrinking away in fear.

Poor little thing - he must be really frightened. Phui clung on to me throughout the night.

5:45am

all 3 of us slept through till 7am


What a day for Phui....

What a night for me...