My top priority

My top priority
He who will never leave and never dies.
We don't have to work to impress God.
He knows who we are and accepts us with unconditional love.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

The Glory of Christmas


God's greatest gift.
Comes in the form of flesh and blood.

Only a baby, but a King in humble disguise.


Emmanuel.

For He is with us.

This message rings clear.

There is one word that signifies his coming-ordinary. So doesn't that tell a lot?

"Rather than dismiss our sins, he assumes our sins."-Max Lucado.

This is what I call unconditional grace.

Freedom and pardon for the unworthy.
A celebration.

A glorification.
A sacred delight.


So come closer.
Search for the star.

Listen to the breeze in the silence of the early morning.

And breathe...............


We have the assurance of God's love, always.
And in Christmas,
we find an unfailing love.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Alone Time

I welcome solidarity. It is not an enemy.

Instead, I choose to indulge in it, the peace and quiet it offers. Edginess has no place here.

I am my own master, this moment. I have to admit. I am a dissatisfied person. I tend to compare myself with those around me, particularly the rich. I wanted, dreamt of their cosy, luxurious life. I desired money for power and pleasure.

I told God, I could contribute more if I were suddenly bestowed wealth. I really meant it. Come to think of it, perhaps God is not granting such a request, due to my finance management. I need not explain further.
Thus I am who I am today. Unless I prove myself
worthy, I must never be ungrateful with the comfortable life I have now.

I have shared dreams with my Creator. I told him of my longing for a 4WD, lol. I feel somehow mighty driving my father's Pajero. The ability to handle the big and sturdy vehicle. Yet I honestly do not think I can keep up with the maintenance expenses, not with my current salary. I try not to voice out my intention to drive my father's pride and joy. I am sort of prohibited. It was like a forbidden fruit to me. Thus, I better keep my distance. Give it another 15 years or so, for my cup of tea.

Then, I also need to consider a roof over my head. A simple house would do. With a nice compound, easy to look after. I rather have one nearer to the city in a safe neighbourhood. I contemplate on an apartment but resell value seems
not to my favour. In any case, I am opting for a single storey terraced unit, inclusive of a ferocious man's best friend to keep me company. Renovations will be reviewed only when there is excess budget.

All of these are possible only if I have the financial means. To achieve it, I need to work extremely hard over the years. In that process, I also strive to prioritize God. For He is my counsellor. My planner.


In Him, even the impossible is possible.

Feelings


When I feel feelings, I have opportunity to learn something new about myself.

I think I am stronger than I believe I really am. I may be broken but I am convinced I am not beaten.

Why?
Because today I am with Him.
He drives with me.
He listens to my music.
He sees what I see.
Most of all, He is changing me.
From the inside.
From the outside.

Somehow, I am different.Words cannot express it. Especially when I am infused with the right kind of emotion. Music.I guess a part of it wakes the senses. Rescues me from my emptiness. Refuses to listen to my excuses.


I take this fall.
But I also stand against it.
I can hear Him now.

True, I go about the same routine. I am still Taffy. Only my spirits shed its shadow.He told me to breathe easy. Slowly. Then feel it all within. Soar with it. Hold on to it. Grow with it. Completely. Love it with a fire that cannot be put out.
I would have never felt the magical part of healing if I was never induced to seek the cure. It is easy to fall prey to temptation. However, choices will discern the ultimate fate. Perspective. Change it. Only if you want to BELIEVE it.

Lost but now I am found. Poor but I know I am blessed. Resistant to shock. Flexible to learn. Able to comprehend. The task now is practising humility. It helps me to focus on the things I do not put as priority initially. It is not too late to start afresh.

Our God is a God of Open Arms. His is a Healing Touch.

Tonight, before I write this, I dimmed the lights,reflected a bit, gathered thoughts and motivated myself for a new tomorrow.
You see, too long have I punished myself for being me. This time, I won't. I'm going to persevere and celebrate being uniquely me. And this time too, I am doing it with a contented smile.

'Let Him live long enough in a heart, and that heart will begin to change. Potraits of hurt will be replaced with landscapes of grace'-Max Lucado.

Celebrating my ability to feel is a way to be fully free.

Monday, December 15, 2008

My listening heart


My writings these days are inspired by the works of Max Lucado and my raging emotions.

How long has it been since I last let God have me; my time, my devotion? How unfortunate it is that I have allowed the world to drown me, till His Voice I hear no longer. The darkness is consuming, busy schedules overwhelming. Did I somehow forget how to pray? Finally, heartaches almost destroy me.
My feeble spirit and heart!

For the past week, my nights were spent with the bible in my arms. I could close my eyes in its comfort, dozing off in the occasional downpours of the early dawn. Why was sleep so excruciatingly scarce? It was a tale of truth and dare that lead to some misery. The response was one I half expected, yet not inclined to believe.

Sometimes, we have the fullest of faith in friends. We will sit down and talk, no matter how awkward the situation turns out to be.

But no. I was left clueless. For what? Was I that insignificant? Those who love me will never leave me hanging. Or weary with assumptions.

In the end, I stopped wondering. Hope too followed suit. It left me shattered partially.

People think they know me. But they don't, really. Define closeness and I will be denied.
Only few dared look deeper. The few that actually knew me and saw through me with compassion. I would have sunk deeper without their immovable trust in my character.

Without such test, I would not have drawn closer to Him. Listening to Him now is a tool of emotional expression.

"He used to be so caring, God."
(Things change, People change, I'm sorry.)

"He knew me so well, okay, almost."
(Sometimes you think you love the person who know you most, but you are mistaken.)

"But he says yes."
(Only when you initiate the invitation.How can you always be the one who initiate? That's not love, is it? And where is he now? No news, right?)

So I sat up on the bed these nights, thinking.
Was it not obvious?
Then who was I kidding?

So I turned off my phone.
Logged out of yahoo mail.
Fished out "God Came Near" and began to read.

And suddenly it did not seem so difficult anymore.

I only need to listen.
I need not be a wreck over someone who will never love me back.
Instead, I'll focus on the great people who love me.

Those who never give excuses.
Those who are not afraid of confrontation.

"He would have gone all out to tell you, but he didn't. Thus you know, I know, very well, he is not the one for you."

This concludes the drama, mine.

When I wake up tomorrow, I wish for the sunrise to clear the air.

As for those who walk along the same path of rejection, do not be so down hearted.
In time, we'll see greener pastures and clearer streams.

On the other hand, do not get me wrong.

I do not hate the person who reject me.
He has made his choice and has every right to do so.
I respect him for not leading me on.
For I also believe in a mutual love.
I don't need anyone's pity.
I'm just not the one for him.
And likewise.

It's not about me, it's about You.

It's not about me.
It's about Someone who matters more than me.
And He comes as suddenly as a whisper,maybe even a sigh.
We always thought to an extend what life offers can make us happy.

It's not true.

Letting go is hard to do now, but I must in order to heal again.
I believe in chances, the more in true love in its great clarity of thoughts.
I have the answer, in his silence. It has been 4 days.

I am not discouraged.
Perhaps God knew he was not the one.
God said, "You have an uncommon call to an uncommon life. Do not weep, for I will bring you peace."

So I ought to manage my gifts well and unfurl His goodness. Herald Him. After all, His coming is soon and preparations of Christmas are at hand.

One of my favourite Christian book authors, Max Lucado, says,
"You will find the cure for common life; your sweet spot. You have one, you know. Your life has a plot; your years have a theme. You can do something in a manner no one else can.
When your contributions enrich God's reputation, your days grow suddenly sweet."

Forget the heartache and the rejection.
You know someone who will never say no.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Damai day trip getaway

Yes!
I finally did run away with a close friend of mine, from the city for a bit... lol, more of an escapade to the upperside Kuching towards oceanous region:)

So here's the beginning of a journey as I made my way to....(guess the road if you're smart, heh)
We proceeded anyway because it was rare that I could go out for long hours on a Sunday, given that I had attended mass yesterday to make way for today.

We both wanted some peace of mind,
I wanted to throw my anxieties to the seas on the other hand, so buckled with some keropok and water bottles, we embarked on a 40 minutes journey to the serene beach of Damai. Perhaps we long for some 'damai'ness. Thus, with our heart set and hope for good weather, we were off, no turning back. The weather was a bit gloomy but thank goodness the rain was not that heavy when we reached. Damai beach was fully packed with family gatherings and company gatherings as well. Sarawak Energy and Bahagia Dagang were having their family day there. We were like 'oh there goes our tranquilness'. Anyway, we made our way to the beach and sat at a vacant hut overlooking the seas. The flag indicator was red and we experienced a slight pour. However, we rested quite comfortably, sharing thoughts and silence as well.

Let's just say we found a place to forget awhile the reality of our life, the worries all fade for a moment. Enough to calm our senses and elevate our determination.
We felt suddenly at home, the sound of waves in our ears.
What we could not find, we could have it here.
I also took the opportunity to take some snapshots, being a sucker for sceneries and (please don't mention it), the seas as well.Hence the two pictures above taken from the hut.

We had our lunch at Palm Beach Seafood Restaurant around 1pm, ordering a plate of tomato sauce kueh tiaw and a plate of oyster omelette accompanied by two teh c peng special ('kurang manis') haha. We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. Rating of food 4 stars:) Price.....
A plate of Tomato Sauce Kueh Tiaw for two (RM12)
A plate of Oyster Omelette S-size (RM12) but enough for two.
A glass of Teh C Peng Special (RM 2)

(Managed to take picture of this jettyside and the view overlooking the mountains from Palm Beach Seafod Restaurant)


(Okay this is the last view of the Palm Beach Seafood Restaurant exit side before we journeyed home with full stomach.)

I absolutely am grateful to God for today.
I thank God for being stronger now. I brought my broken heart along to be soothed and am glad to have made it this far. As for my friend, she was also enlightened. We prayed for the best and decided to let God take care of our tomorrows.

I love Novembers and Decembers. This is when I can really go for journeys of a lifetime.
From January to October, I could hardly breathe.Nor can you see me taking liberties to plan outings.Thus, holidays are meant for a reason:)

Friday, December 12, 2008

Runaway, runaway like a prodigal...



I get goosebumps just listening to this....

Exactly what I felt eversince Thursday, seeping in slowly..
It's all right to handle things if our emotions are intact, so here I go walking
down the same path again.
This time I am not alone.
I have Him and that is all I shall ever need.

On a separate note, my colleague from KL gave birth to a healthy baby girl of 3.53kg by C-section.
She and her husband, who is also my colleague are overjoyed.Actually more that overjoyed. Delirious I say. I feel so happy for them. May God bless them abundantly.

All right, back to the song.............

We say good-bye

I turn my back
Run away, run away
So predictable
Not far from here
You see me crack
Like a bone, like a bone
I'm so breakable

And I take everything from you
But you'll take anything
Won't you?

Run away, run away
Like a prodigal
Don't you wait for me
Don't you wait for me
So ashamed, so ashamed
But I need you so
And you wait for me
And you wait for me

I'm on the road
To who knows where?
Look ahead, not behind
I keep saying
There's no place to go
Where you're not there
On your rope, I hold tight
But it's freeing

And I take everything from you
But you'll take anything
Won't you?

Run away, run away
Like a prodigal
Don't you wait for me
Don't you wait for me
So ashamed, so ashamed
But I need you so
And you wait for me
And you wait for me

Everybody wants to be right
But only if it's not day light?
I keep trying to find my way back
My way back

Run away, run away
Like a prodigal
Don't you wait for me
Don't you wait for me
So ashamed, so ashamed
But I need you so
And you wait for me
And you wait for me

Runaway
Runaway
Runaway
From you
From you
From you


-Prodigal- One Republic

Many times I feel like a prodigal. I did not heed His advice. I go against what He wants me to do.
And in the end I suffer the consequences. Yet, although how bad things seem to be, lessons are learnt and we too change for the better.
So much that we look at things in many different perspectives.
Open to arguments,
but slow to judgements.
The kind of respect we want is the kind of respect we give.
So when I run, it does not mean I am afraid.
There can be only be one reason...
That is to feel safe.

Moving forward with hope


Well, looks like this is it.
I'll be okay soon, just need to pull myself together.
In no time, I'm back on my feet again and I'm glad I've not succumbed to the
misery of the circumstances.

Life will be the same,
but at least I feel more at ease,
when all doubts is banished.
I must not look at the 'what ifs'
rather 'what now?'

So turn to God today,
even in the hardest of all tasks,
or daunting days,
in the end He's the one who'll hold your hand,
and embrace you into His arms.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Running



Today after work, I feel like running..............

And running to a place I feel safe….

From the rest of the world….

With my music,

I’m taking everything else,

To keep my head up high.


I know in my brokenness,

I can still see hope,

From a distance.

A ray of light,

A comfort for darker days,

A beacon to support my wavered heart.

So what if I missed the train?

In a rush, I think I won’t see things this clear.

I am not going to stop running,

Not at this point,

Even when I’ve got nothing.

What do I do?


I am trying to reach out to you,
but you keep pushing me away,
It's not that I don't try,
I just don't know how to.

I'm going to let this feeling end.
Right now, right then.

Breakaway if I can,
from the image of you I wanted you to be..

It's not fair,

if I have to explain,
When there is nothing to begin with,
You and your stand.


After so long,years swiftly pass us by,
when I am going to understand,
you shut it all out,

leaving me in the rain.

I don't mind the pain now,
If you don't know, I have nothing to fear,
I can still be a friend....
and that's all I am.
Making sense of it all,
it's time I....
Grow close, grow wise.

Talking, knowing, understanding but hurting in the end


I am awake but it still feels like dreaming.
I could not forget the conversations, as much as I tried too.

Monday was long way past but..........
words they stayed on like a nail hammered into the head.

Sometimes I prayed for no emotion.

Goodness, if only I was that heartless.


I do not know my true feelings at all
so
I end up not saying it,
ignoring it....
I can't take it if the final word is rejection.

Because I still long for friendship,

when the truth is unveiled.

And what truth is that when I have to hide and put on a brave front, like I always do,
for 8 years......
I still hate goodbyes.
I won't say it,
so I'll be content with what I have today,
the only way God feels is best for me.


Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Blogging a remedy


There are emotional turbulences this week. And the week before. Barely slept but I am still breathing. Live through life answerable to God alone. He plans my pathways but it gets harder as I trod deeper. Maybe disasters are meant for the sole purpose of strengthening the weak being.

Decisions.

Heartaches.

The words will only get us choking.

What can we say when thrown into a mess of judgements.

The breakdown of emotions.
Hearts, they don't break even.


If we don't open our eyes,

We'll be putting up pretenses,

No, we're worth much more than that,

A tragedy it seems,

an immaculate dream.


I was jolted mid-way from my daydreams
with this song in my head. Thus, I will try to record it and see if I can get a decent sound out of it. Simple lyrics but with alternative tunes.. here goes one I call my own.

I believe this is the chorus.


So we crash,
so we burn,

We're so human,

So we cry(so we cry) So we lie (so we lie),

No one listens.

Only You,
Only You,

are the remedy,

Oh come....Oh come..
Set us free...(2x)



Sunday, December 7, 2008

Honesty and silence

Yeah, I know you're frustrated man.
Life's not working out like you planned and you're struggling just to hold on.
Call on The Lord.
Forget what you heard; He loves you.

God is good
Even here in Hollywood
Where demon legions run
Gunning for one soul to flood
With evil intent
Sending fever drips
Of freezing pitch
To fears mixed in our cerebral

Libidoal clicks
Right there
Safe in the middle
That's where we like to
Stay
Might pay the price with our life

But it's OK
As long as no one talks behind your back
Uh, huh
And then you find out what human relationship lacks
I know

I've been there before
Asking myself why
People I trusted turned on me
Made me cry
Sitting there silent, questioning what I'm gonna do
Like a live interview of who I'm gonna follow

Tomorrow
Only One can really give you what you need
Your maker
Knows every single hair on your head
The creator
Made every one of us

And here's the fun part
He loves all
Sons
Daughters
So much
With one heart
That he sent His only Son to suffer and die for us on a Cross
Nails tossed through his wrists
Stripped of all honor
Jesus Christ

I know the name causes discomfort
To this puppet generation
Stubborn
Huffing and puffing
Of all the crimes committed through time in His name

But that's us
Has nothing to do with the love that Christ gave
Just our lust
When you call His name
And ask him to come
Into your life
His Holy Spirit literally changes you to a new core right

We were born into this world of spite
Greed
And plythe
Original sin
Yet all things made new through Christ
All you've got to do is pray to Him

Lord Jesus
I can't do this myself
I need you to free me in this
Not sure what to do but I've got this bible
I'll pray for wisdom 'fore I read it
Hoping for revival
And they said you want relationship
so that's what I'll give ya'
All my problems and my joys
I pray to you with eve-ry-thing.

This is a nice 'rap' remix into Keyshia Cole's Heaven Sent. Worth listening.
Powerful simple lyrics.
Somehow right now all I seek is silence.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

The first move


I feel tired.
I feel blank.

I feel a certain sort of lingo.

Like there is no road in front of me.

Why?

It's like a maze.
It's like a question.
It's like a thing call tomorrow.

I ask God always.
You can help me change.
And guess what He said.
You need to make the first move first.

And He was right.

Friday, December 5, 2008

Kenangan semalam-My university days project lol. The first few pages(Part 1)

Back in the UNIMAS days, I could not tolerate my study books. I distracted myself with other fancies. One of them include writing for a DBP contest which I never won.No matter, with a lot of talented writers around, one needs more opportunities to make it big. Anyway, in an attempt to showcase the writings of an amateur, I give you the first few pages of 8 years ago. lol, this should be antique.

Surat itu digenggam seerat-eratnya. Riak wajahnya sukar dibaca. Aku cuma membatu, membiarkan masa berlalu. Bunyi jam dinding sahaja yang memecahkan kesepian di ruang tamu itu. Senja kian menjelma. Namun, aku tidak mungkin berganjak selagi tidak menerima sebarang keputusan yang muktamad daripadanya.

"Tak mungkin!" tiba-tiba dirinya bersuara, langsung tidak menoleh ke arahku, membelakangi dirinya ke arah jendela. Aku cuba mengawal kemarahan yang meluap luap di jiwa. Hanya warkah itulah yang mampu meleraikan kebencian dan kesedihan yang selama ini bertakhta di jiwa. Penyesalan menyelubungi diriku lantaran jejakan kakiku di mahligai impian insan yang pernah kugelar sahabat.

"Kau ni, syaitan bertopengkan manusia! Sampai hati kaulupakan segala-galanya," sergahku kepadanya, membuka pekung di dada."Tidak berhati perut langsung!"

"Hei, siapa kamu?Siapa ni, bang?" muncul seorang wanita, meluru ke arah kami. Kami saling berpandangan. Aku tersentak. Kejelitaan si isteri tidak mampu menyembunyikan kejahilan seorang suami. Sepantas kilat, aku mengambil tas tanganku, ingin meminta diri.

"Nanti dulu," suaranya menghentikan langkahku.

"Tak payah. Aku sudah sedia maklum akan jawapanmu. Goodbye." Tidak kupedulikan lagi apa yang bakal terjadi, jesturu beredar dari perkarangan rumah, berat hati. Air mataku menitis tanpa kusedari. Biarlah. Air mataku tidak seberapa, terlerai mengenangkan dua insan yang sepatutnya gembira; namun, penderitaan sahajalah yang bertandang.

Alexis, kaulah yang memutuskan segala ikatan antara kita.

Fikiranku menerawang jauh, seiring dengan suara lunak 'Destiny's Child 'Emotion' yang berkumandang dalam kereta.

Bak kata orang, alam menara gading penuh dengan pancaroba, satu peluang keemasan untuk menimba ilmu pengetahuan dan pengalaman. Universiti Malaysia Sarawak... universiti yang menerimaky dengan tangan terbuka dan menjadikanku insan yang berguna. Sememangnya masih jelas dalam ingatan hari pendaftaran pertama.... hai begitu lama rasanya.

Selesainya majlis aluan pelajar baru, aku memaksa diriku memunggah beg galasku yang tidak mampu kusandang di bahu. Beg galasku yang biru lusuh ditelan zaman itu dapat memuatkan hampir separuh daripada benda benda yang kuangkut dari rumah, walaupun berkapasiti kecil. Kelesuan hampir mencengkam seluruh badanku namun kugagahkan semangatku. Semangat berkobar-kobar perlu untuk mengharungi liku liku yang bakal menguji kesabaran.

Mataku meliar memandang sekeliling. Seorang pun tidak kukenal. Biasalah tu, kalau di tempat baru, biarpun di negeri sendiri. Terasa rindu pula terhadap keluarga dan rumah yang kutinggalkan demi menimba ilmu dunia. Aku tetap bersyukur kerana berpeluang balik setiap hujung minggu.

Aku berhenti di hadapan tanda Blok A dan meneliti senarai nama yang terpampang di papan notis. Aku menelan air liur. Tingkat teratas? Amboi, kuruslah aku kalau hari-hari memanjat tangga. Aku bergegas ke tingkat teratas, terus merempuh bilik tanpa mengetuk. Terlupa pula penghuni yang seorang lagi. Aku cuma tersengih memandangnya tengah khusyuk belajar.

"Hai, nama kamek Adeline. Kitak? Maaf, ingatkan sik ada orang tadi tek," aku memperkenalkan diri dalam bahasa tempatan, sambil menghulurkan tanganku. Teman sebilikku tersenyum dan menyambut tanganku, kuat. Begitulah mulanya detik persahabatan sejatiku dengan seorang yang telah mengubah kehidupanku.
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"Alamak, habislah kali ini,"aku menggerutu dan terus melabuhkan diri di atas katilku. Geram bercampur-adukkan sedih mengkalutkan lagi fikiranku yang sesungguhnya tidak tenang. Pandanganku beralih ke siling.

"Eh apa hal ni?" tiba tiba teman bilikku bersuara. Sudah hampir satu semester sudah berlalu, dan teman sebilikku yang lebih gemar berbahasa melayu semenanjung denganku itu mengalih perhatiannya dari buku "Management" yang dibacanya sejak semalam ke arahku.

"Tak de lah apa apa. La, aku tak nak la balik rumah jumaat ni," aku membuat keputusan.

"Hei kenapa ngan kau ni, gila ke?" bentak Sarah.

"Aku dah malu sangat ni. Nak taruh muka kat mana agaknya?" aku tersengih walaupun pada hakikatnya diri ini ingin menangis. Sarah mengerutkan dahinya, tidak faham.

"Ni ha. Cuba kau tengok,"terangku lalu menyerahkan slip keputusan ujian 1 yang baru kuterima. Sarah menepuk-nepuk bahuku.
"Aku dah cuba. Study memang aku study tapi....."
"Memanglah kau study. Tapi.." sampuk Sarah. "Tak cukup. Dahla last minute lagi."
Sarah yang selalu mengecapi Anugerah Dekan setiap semester. Aku mengeluh.
"Tu lah pasal. Hai, pembahagian masaku teruk kan?" tanyaku. Sebak rasanya menghampakan diri sendiri. Sarah menggeleng-geleng.

"Kau tu, study hard, bukannya study smart," jelasnya lagi. Janganlah bersedih. Cuba lagi, jangan putus asa," Sarah cuba memberi semangat. Aku diam. Kalaulah aku berupaya mengharungi cabaran ini.

"Cam nilah. Kita sama sama buat perbincangan di perpustakaan. Rajin rajinla pergi yer.. Kalau memerukkan diri dalam hostel pun bukannya study, tidur membongkang," usik Sarah, namun dengan niat yang baik. Aku tersenyum. Padan mukaku.

"Itulah kau. Insaflah. Kau pasti berjaya nanti. Percayalah," Sarah memujukku. "Habis kau balik tak ke rumah hari Jumaat?"

Aku mengambil masa yang lama sebelum mengganguk. Keberanian ini hanyalah sementara. 3 tahun lagi untuk menamatkan pengajian. Oh Tuhan, tabahkanlah hati insan-Mu ini yang lemah.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Thursday's terror

Terror attacks in Mumbai (AP) Three days of terror The timeline of the carnage in Mumbai, which killed at least 195 people.

I am overwhelmed by terror of the massacre of Mumbai. Hundred plus people have died, bloodshed everywhere. I knew it beforehand from the internet and it has rendered me into silence. I will not attempt to insert pictures either.

Innocent lives in a split second, banished from the face of the earth. I put myself in their shoes,
their circumstances that day.

I began to question God. Why does He not see?
Where is He?

Pain.
Anguish.
The world is never free from these.

This is not the end. Let us pray that we are prepared for the battle.
Nothing is predictable.

What a week



Let's just say I am coping with life at the moment, hence less blog these days.

The truest warrior in life can be full of flaw. It makes them human. I hope I belong to that category.

To forget what bothers me somewhat, I give you two pictures of someone I used to like.lol.


Okay, I know it's kind of silly but I like his pose.

I wish I have that confidence.
They always look like they have everything going on for them, these beautiful people.
All the 5Cs.

But are they really happy?

Only God knows.
I envy them but I don't think it's fair when I know very little of their world.


Wednesday, November 26, 2008

The Man who can't be moved

This is a beautiful song by The Script. The lyrics, simple as they are appeal to my soul. I am a sucker for love songs. so lol here goes.

Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move,
Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand,
Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am,
Some try to hand me money they don't understand,
I'm not...broke I'm just a broken hearted man,
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do,
How can I move on when I'm still in love with you...

Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.

So I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.

Policeman says son you can't stay here,
I said there's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year,
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows,
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go.

Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.

So I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.

I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.

People talk about the guy
Who's waiting on a girl...
Oohoohwoo
There are no holes in his shoes
But a big hole in his world...
Hmmmm

and maybe I'll get famous as man who can't be moved,
And maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news,
And you'll come running to the corner...
Cos you'll know it's just for you

I'm the man who can't be moved
I'm the man who can't be moved...

Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
[Repeat in background]

So I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.

I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.

Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag not I'm not gonna move.

I hope I'll wake up one day and know someone out there is missing me too.

Evidence that I am still up and not sleeping.

I'm not sleeping.
I'm not sleeping.

See them serenade this song

Please be a better person.


Tension is common. Storms come one week after another. They say blood runs thicker than water. Are we sure? Can we stand up for this statement?

I look at my journal in shame. Should revelation be necessary?

A question of honour?
Pride?

Pouring down details would bring more trouble. I shut the journal instead.
I decide to bury it at the back of my mind. But no, it will not be easy to forget. I will not think of changing the world, if I cannot make a difference around the people whom I love or mingle around with.

Naive.

Selfish.
Temperamental.
Unreasonable.


Guess before we point fingers, we ought to take a good look at ourselves.

Why are we given such tests, O Lord? Is it not enough the pains of the past?
Can You not help me in this quest of turning a totally rebelious being into the total opposite of darkness? Or at least more understanding in conscience.


It has been 27 years but there is no turning over a new leaf. If it is too late, I think all efforts are deemed in vain.

My hopes now revolve around changes.
Major ones for the greater good. The hurricane spreads quickly than we think it would. Sometimes fire and fire just worsens situations. Perhaps it is better to just leave the storm alone. The only solution is to stop the rage.

Carrie No. 3 in the making. Unpublished to protect identity.
If people knew, oh how will they mock us! In times like this, I will walk with Jesus by his side as he struggles up the hill with the heaviest cross of the world. The road of Dolorosa. I have a Judas within my walls. I pray it not me. I do not have control over life. Helpless, I resign to His will.

Let recognition come in dreams.

Awareness.

Fears.


Let it stick to her conscience like a guilt glue.
This I pray.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

lol, obsessed with weddings..



hahaha. Don't get me wrong.

Maybe being bridesmaid made me feel the longing of actually being a bride:) I know. I know. Crazy right?
So to quench my curiosity I dressed up as one. I think I love the flowers the most. There is always something beautiful about weddings. Only one thing is missing in this photo. Wa eh ang kin ta lok?Pang ki? lol.Somewhere around kua. Anyway enough about my crap.

I had two lovely days as a bridesmaid on Tuesday 11/11/2008 and Monday 24/11/2008.
The wedding of two of my close friends since childhood, Magdalene and Valerie.

Oh how they shone radiantly as brides. So happy and gorgeous. How blessed are the husbands who have them!


Cheers to weddings!

"Love is patient and kind."

Friday, November 21, 2008

Draw if you may


There always something fascinating about drawing people.

The very detail of a person's countenance.
The lines, the shape, everything.

It's like it's alive.
Communicating to you in shades, in strokes.

You don't even want to put anything down until you get it right.


I am not a good sketcher but I feel satisfied after attempting to draw people whom I love or admire. Not imperfect but at least I can claim the work as solely mine. In its imperfection I can say I have done it. I cannot explain the feeling. It's rare. It's just there.

Writing is my number one passion but drawing/sketching can be defined as my second best.
An empty paper transformed when you put your head and heart into it.

Individuality in paper even if through appearances.


I have never thought of drawing Pope John Paul II at all.
But one day I did.
And what a feeling it gave me.
And the result, my very own perception of the face of Pope John Paul, drawn from a newspaper cutting.

It feels so personal,
so moving.

Strange is it not...

Perhaps a real painter would feel more than I did.

But I was overwhelmed by the simplicity of it... really. It sets you free,
for a moment,
brief but...
adequate enough.

Allergic to coffee. oh oh!


My bad!
Culprit: Ipohtown White Coffee!

Drank it despite my better judgement.

Reason:? Urmmm experimenting?
Blame it on a stressful day, mmkay?


Great, now I think I am experiencing heartburn.
And partial dizziness.
It is a wonder I am standing!:P


Gosh even aspirin won't heal me.

The power of coffee. All falls down.......
lol!!!!

Prisoner of Love


I am enamoured with this song. I keep repeating it like it has cast a spell on me:D Oh my goodness. Is this song some sort of strength despite its title? Let me share with you the english translation before the japanese lyrics.

With an indifferent face you tell a lie
Laughing until you feel sick

“Let’s have nothing but fun” you said

Feeling blue over desiring the impossible
Everyone is seeking tranquility
You’re struggling, but you’ve had enough

Now you’re chasing after a shadow of love

Since the day you appeared

My dull “everyday”s have begun to shine

Now I‘m able to think,
“Feeling loneliness, being in pain - that’s not so bad”


I’m just a prisoner of love
Just a prisoner of love

Through painful times and healthy times,

Stormy days and sunny days, let’s walk on together

I’m gonna tell you the truth
I chose an unforeseeably painful path and you came to support me
You’re the only one I can call a friend


Fake displays of strength and avarice have become meaningless
I
’ve been in love with you since that day

When I’m free, with time to spare,
here’s no life in being alone


I’m just a prisoner of love
Just a prisoner of love

Oh… Just a little more
Don’t you give up

Oh don’t ever abandon me

If the cruelty of reality tries to tear us apart
We’ll be drawn more closely to one another
Somehow, somehow, I have a feeling we’ll be able to stand firm
I’m just a prisoner of love
Just a prisoner of love

Every day banalities quickly begin to shine brilliantly

You stole my heart that day
Loneliness and pain I thought I could deal with
I’m just a prisoner of love

Stay with me, stay with me

My baby, say you love me

Stay with me, stay with me
Don’t leave me alone again

End

-Japanese-

I’m a prisoner of love
Prisoner of love
Just a prisoner of love

I’m just a prisoner of love

A prisoner of love
heiki na kao de uso wo tsuite
waratte iyake ga sashite
raku bakari shiyou to shite ita

naimononedari BURU-SU
mina yasuragi wo motomete iru
michitariteru noni ubaiau
ai no kage wo otte iru

taikutsu na mainichi ga kyuu ni kagayakidashita
anata ga arawareta ano hi kara
kodoku demo tsurakutemo heiki da to omoeta
I’m just a prisoner of love
Just a prisoner of love

Prisoner of love
Prisoner of love
I’m a prisoner of love

yameru toki mo sukoyaka naru toki mo
arashi no hi mo hare no hi mo tomo ni ayumou

I’m gonna tell you the truth
hitoshirezu tsurai michi wo erabu
watashi wo ouen shite kureru
anata dake wo tomo to yobu

tsuyogari ya yokubari ga muimi ni narimashita
anata ni ai sareta ano hi kara
jiyuu demo yoyuu demo hitori ja munashii wa
I’m just a prisoner of love
Just a prisoner of love

Oh mou sukoshi da yo
Don’t you give up
Oh misutenai zettai ni

zankoku na genjitsu ga futari wo hikisakeba
yori issou tsuyoku hikareau
ikura demo ikura demo ganbareru ki ga shita
I’m just a prisoner of love
Just a prisoner of love

arifureta nichijou ga kyuu ni kagayakidashita
kokoro wo ubawareta ano hi kara
kodoku demo tsurakutemo heiki da to omoeta
I’m just a prisoner of love
Just a prisoner of love

I’m a prisoner of love
Prisoner of love
Prisoner of love
I’m just a prisoner of love
I’m a prisoner of love

Stay with me, stay with me
My baby, say you love me
Stay with me, stay with me
hitori ni sasenai

Perhaps the tragedy of it all makes me feel blended to the song. Hence the determination to by-heart this song and to belt it out with emotion. lol.

Some deem this song a little dramatic. To me drama adds to the appeal of the song. It echoes in the mind, making it unforgettable.


Thursday, November 20, 2008

So tired

I am so tired today.

I rested but I could not find peace.

I am not sure what is happening to me.

I just hope the future is brighter with happiness we all deserve.

The crosses are getting heavier, Lord. Everything is closing me in. I can' breathe or think in line with so many issues of what I have to face. Help me, guide me, or else I may stumble and fall.It's scary when we think we are alone. Banish these thoughts and let us go through life with a sense of courage, through the rough and battered road which we can't see.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

He's no good for you


He doesn't sms her.
She sms him.

He doesn't answer her calls.
She thinks of reasons to call him.
Pathetic?

He says meet him here or there.
Drive her own car.
He drives his.
Always.
I mean,sometimes a girl likes to be driven and not to have to drive on her own,
it makes her feel special.

Go dutch all the time.
He sometimes pay for her.
But rarely.
She pays most of the time, she foots of the bill.
Come on, he can't even pamper her once a while?
It's not like she's asking for much or all the time.

He doesn't know her birthday.
She knows his.

Girl who you kidding?
He's not into you.

If he loves you,
He knows how to treat you.
He'll thank God he has meet you.
Treasure you.
Appreciate you.
If not,
don't waste your time,
on someone,
who doesn't love you.

Leave,
you deserve someone better.
Even God loves you more.
He's got you covered.

Don't be a prisoner of love.
A love only you want
and not returned back.

Come seek Him in the eyes of the Carmelite nuns


The desire of becoming a nun never once crossed my mind, least of a noisy, robust and naughty child I was, some 22 years ago. Baptized a Catholic a few days after my birth in a small town called Kanowit, my early days were a blur. Life was blissful when you were mere children with little to worry about.

However, as I grew older, I began to understand and love God more. Bible classes, Sunday Schools are a constant reminder of the faith I strongly believe in. Confirmation sealed my pledge to God. Yet, I could hardly explain the emptiness of the heart. Something was missing, and it disturbed my conscience often, this wordless pain of sleepless nights.

In my early childhood days, I recalled being taught by a lady in a white robe with veil as white as snow, which later came to be known to me as the Franciscan nun. Her ethereal peaceful look and patient disposition in no time had won me over. There was this quiet grace about her that profoundly appealed to me. Only a ponytailed little girl of 6, I wanted to be her, only to be reprimanded for my intention. Somewhat the lures of the world seemed stronger, in all excitement. For a while I forgot the simple desire of the past.

Years later, I was introduced by a friend to attend a talk on the life of a Carmelite nun, an event organized by the Carmelite nuns a few times in a year. I was intrigued. I have often wondered on their regime, especially their restrictions. I agreed to go and my first impressions therefore were very much deluded.

Although confined in their humble grounds, as their vocation states them to be, they are very much like us, individuals with vitality and vigor. Prayer is their passion and despite choosing to be cut off from the outside world, dwelling in the comforts of His sanctuary as a perpetual sacrifice, they possess more character than we would have ever imagined.

A friendship between those in the outside world, possibly future aspirants and the cordially amiable nuns were struck. The more I knew them, the more I had hoped to emulate them. Yet it did not seem so easy for me to leave everything and join them in their plights of honor. I had my commitments and red lights. Yet these Carmelite nuns, God bless their souls, encouraged me on, even in my doubts. How I long for clarity in these uncertain times. Their perseverance and optimism were traits I wish were mine.

If only circumstances were easier. I am still, continuously praying and seeking for answers. Let Him show the way if this path is my cross to bear. We plan but only God decides.

-He calls us in the depth of the nights, hear Him, answer Him and let Him bring us deliverance-

Testimony of an aspirant,
Taffy Jong