If you think yoursmart…think again

Just when you think that God has quit with the whole miracle idea to make people believe in him, he always fights back in those subtle ways that he has to make things right that completely freak you out.
From the begining of time, God sent prophets and they performed miracles…But miracles are so out now.They dont happen and people dont believe in thme or God for that mattter. We always come up with a rational or scientific idea to explain anything.
Today for the first time in my life God beat me at my own game, proved that he was smarter and showing me  that was the reason that he was god and i was just a mere mortal being.
If you have read my blogs, you’d kknow that i was going through hell at one point. And for that reason marriage seemed like the stupidest idea any decent person would even think of. But yet..here i am week after my wedding and still together.
Love, i never believed in and Men, i distrusted. But today..It hasnt changed but i feel a hell of a lot at ease than i have felt in a long time.
God personally gave me a miracle..a subtle one..not as dramatic as moses, or Jesus but just as good.
I was with a man i thought i would never understand and someone who would never understand me and here i realize that we have the one thing that we never thought we would have in common. Now, i know its confusing, but its the only thing that makes sense to me.
My story i felt it would complicate things. But the sense of relief that i feel is freaking awesome. And im awed at the greatness of god ..for listening to me and bringing someone like him in my life. After all who could understand me better than some one who was in the same situ as i was..Amazing..
Gos is bloody smart…

Cold feet

So she has come to this moment in life, the moment that every parent wishes for a daughter, a moment for a new begining, But is she ready?

A thousand questions arise in her mind?

Will this moment change her life for better or for worse?

She fears as she had feared before, this very moment that stares at her in her face.

 

Standing alone, a man she barely knows. Can she push aside her deepest fears?

Stranded in her little island she slowly immerses herself into the water. There’s no going back now.

 

The most terrible trial she is to face yet..patience and understanding, she prays for silently.

 

A couple of weeks down the road of the unknown..Much has changed. but still..a new set of fears have descended.

One thing i dont get is Happiness? How can this be estimated? 

Looking back at a few months, anything seemed possible…exhilaration rushed in my veins with every beat of my heart. A chesy smile plastered across her face. Spending evey minute of everyday with the one who was respnsible for it.

 

Having had to lose that, her eyes still pour.

 

They say it’s wrong to want too much.To expect much. This may be true in many ways.

 

 

The socialists!!

Entering into a socialist world, for me personally is such a task. Expecting the worst I walked into one of the most powerful socialist countries in the world, China!

 

I guess I was expecting the cruelty and hardness from the same people from “The Tank Man” documentary. (For those of you who haven’t watched it, it’s a documentary you should watch). You learn to thank the little blessings in our country.

 

And not finding that I think it disappointed me a little bit. I found the people very nice and friendly. They are always a little confused and repeat one thing so many times that you want to rip their hair out.

 

I went walking last night and came across this place that looks a lot like Borella junction on Sundays. But the difference was the quality of the things. Not that it was really good quality, or maybe that’s my skepticism of buying things off the pavement talking. But I did take a manicure at the pavement though.

The things here were of designer labels. I must hand it to them for duplication. I don’t think anyone does such a good job at that than the Chinese.

 

What intrigues me about the people of this country is their eagerness to please and receive compliments. Especially the girls, they would just about do anything. This is not a bad thing I feel.  

Just as soon as I finished painting my nails I somehow managed to scratch the paint off on one finger. So I went back and that girl was sweet enough to do it again for me. If it was back at home, I would have spent one hour to do what she did in a ten minutes. And very neatly too. No slipshod work from the girls. (I can’t say the same for the opposite sex or for another manicure stall).

 

The only thing that’s really annoying is the fact that I can’t go anywhere without an interpreter. Everybody speaks in Chinese and I can’t even get a taxi without an interpreter. That sucks. We got into an unofficial taxi, (which look like a nikang car with the owner) and he gave change in apparently counterfeit money. This shocked the living daylights outta me. Not as easy living in Sri Lanka is it?