Is unity possible? It's talked about everywhere, even at GB camp! Unity, unity, unity, why the sudden interest in unity now? Why is it the foremost on everybody's mind? Or at least niggling at the back of your mind.
I've just been wondering, is unity something that can be achieved? There's so much suspicion and prejudice in the air. Not to mention humans are generally.....cliquey. If unity is something as simple as giving people a common goal, then maybe, yes, it can be achieved. Will the people buy it so easily is the problem.
What is unity? I'd like to know. The dictionary can't tell me.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Sunday, May 31, 2009
A mini adventure
Here's a little something, I stayed back in school to finish a project and we ran out of glue stick. The school book store was closed so we went to the shops across the road but no luck. We walked further and further and I just had to open my big fat mouth and say we would be better off walking to The Store. My best friend took it as a good idea (only she could turn a sarcastic outburst into a "good" idea) and off we went.
It was 4:00 o'clock on a Friday which means time to leave the office for home and I couldn't believe how many cars there were. The roads were sooooooooooooo busy!!! So there we were, two girls in uniforms, walking through the sweltering heat to The Store which was VERY far away. We changed target to Econsave which was closer (but not close enough). I kept praying that a book store would pop up out of nowhere. We took out our name tags and put them in our uniform pockets (my idea, since we already look like delinquents why not finish it). We dodged cars and made many suicidal attempts to cross the road. In fact we were so scared we held unto each others hands as we crossed!! All the while joking about our family's reactions if one of us dies. Morbid I know, but what can you expect when we were working on a project about teenage angst?
We finally made it (in one piece) to Econsave. We walked here and there, going through smelly places, taking one big round in the supermarket looking for the stationary section (sadly failing). I was so tired, thirsty and discouraged that I nearly cried when my best friend said that she found the sign for stationary. Actually, through the whole walk there, we were worried that we didn't have enough money. Ok, so I was worried, my best friend said she thought it would be enough but even she got discouraged after walking so long in the blistering heat and said she would cry if we couldn't find that glue stick.
Well, up the stairs we climbed/ran and we were looking through aisles of toys, camping equipment, cooking utensils etc. I was stomping like a woman with a mission, with messy hair I think I looked more like a maniac. So we took another big round and jumped for joy when we FINALLY found the glue section only to find that.....HORRORS we didn't have enough money!!! So there we were berating ourselves for eating so much just now all the while searching our pockets for any "hidden" cash. We did manage to find RM2 which extra money allowed us to buy the cheapest double pack (they didn't sell anything in single).
We paid, we left (by a different way). Found the roads extra packed and made a few more suicidal road-crossing attempts and made our way back to school via short cut. Whew.........we felt so relieved until I realized I lost my name tag!!!!!! What am I going to do once school reopens?????
At least we managed to get half of the project done.
It was 4:00 o'clock on a Friday which means time to leave the office for home and I couldn't believe how many cars there were. The roads were sooooooooooooo busy!!! So there we were, two girls in uniforms, walking through the sweltering heat to The Store which was VERY far away. We changed target to Econsave which was closer (but not close enough). I kept praying that a book store would pop up out of nowhere. We took out our name tags and put them in our uniform pockets (my idea, since we already look like delinquents why not finish it). We dodged cars and made many suicidal attempts to cross the road. In fact we were so scared we held unto each others hands as we crossed!! All the while joking about our family's reactions if one of us dies. Morbid I know, but what can you expect when we were working on a project about teenage angst?
We finally made it (in one piece) to Econsave. We walked here and there, going through smelly places, taking one big round in the supermarket looking for the stationary section (sadly failing). I was so tired, thirsty and discouraged that I nearly cried when my best friend said that she found the sign for stationary. Actually, through the whole walk there, we were worried that we didn't have enough money. Ok, so I was worried, my best friend said she thought it would be enough but even she got discouraged after walking so long in the blistering heat and said she would cry if we couldn't find that glue stick.
Well, up the stairs we climbed/ran and we were looking through aisles of toys, camping equipment, cooking utensils etc. I was stomping like a woman with a mission, with messy hair I think I looked more like a maniac. So we took another big round and jumped for joy when we FINALLY found the glue section only to find that.....HORRORS we didn't have enough money!!! So there we were berating ourselves for eating so much just now all the while searching our pockets for any "hidden" cash. We did manage to find RM2 which extra money allowed us to buy the cheapest double pack (they didn't sell anything in single).
We paid, we left (by a different way). Found the roads extra packed and made a few more suicidal road-crossing attempts and made our way back to school via short cut. Whew.........we felt so relieved until I realized I lost my name tag!!!!!! What am I going to do once school reopens?????
At least we managed to get half of the project done.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
So Tired
Yeah, somehow I am tired. Your probably thinking, "You've gotta be kidding. It's 6 in the morning." Not physically, just that life feels a bit tiring, just a bit. It's been a rather lonely week that's all. I'm glad that we have a 24-hour hotline with God, it'd be terrible without, I probably would be depressed by now.
Maybe the problem is with me. I'm not really that good at mixing with people. I don't know why......I really don't...... Do I talk too much I wonder? Again I'm glad for the 24-hour hotline, because really there is no one else more willing to listen. I read a quote in the newspaper,"There is nothing else more boring than listening to someone's dreams except listening to someone's problems." It's not verbatim mind you but the gist of the message is there.
Don't worry about me. I've got an anchor in the storm, it's just that I'm currently below water level. I'll resurface for air soon. Really! Because no matter how much I rant about me and my problems, I can almost picture Him smiling gently, kindly and thinking, "Complain all you want, I'll listen, but wait until you see the great thing I have planned for you." Makes you feel warm doesn't it?
Maybe the problem is with me. I'm not really that good at mixing with people. I don't know why......I really don't...... Do I talk too much I wonder? Again I'm glad for the 24-hour hotline, because really there is no one else more willing to listen. I read a quote in the newspaper,"There is nothing else more boring than listening to someone's dreams except listening to someone's problems." It's not verbatim mind you but the gist of the message is there.
Don't worry about me. I've got an anchor in the storm, it's just that I'm currently below water level. I'll resurface for air soon. Really! Because no matter how much I rant about me and my problems, I can almost picture Him smiling gently, kindly and thinking, "Complain all you want, I'll listen, but wait until you see the great thing I have planned for you." Makes you feel warm doesn't it?
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Dreams
You dream. You spin your fancies. How many will be spoiled, I wonder? How many robbed of their luster?
Dreams like drops of rose. Fancies spun in rainbow colours. Like the gossamer wings of butterflies. Colourful, ephemeral, fragile. It's so easy to destroy someone's dreams, to kill it in fledgling stage, to nip it in the bud. Teenagers and above are more resistant to this kind of murder but what about children? So many times, some well meaning person, who has forgotten their own childhood, who genuinely wishes that those dear children be not deceive, ends up killing a bit of their dreams. Dreams like drops of rose. Fancies spun in rainbow colours. Like the gossamer wings of butterflies. Colourful, ephemeral, fragile.
Someone should mark them. Put a warning label. Because well meaning people kill dreams. Sometimes we forget that others are humans like us, we do things to people that we won't want to do to ourselves. We not only destroy dreams, we destroy self esteem, we destroy lives; all with our tongue.
You dream. You spin your fancies. Some will be fulfilled, others will die. Your fancies of elves and fairies. Of worlds filled with sunshine and rainbows. Of adventure and excitement might not come true, but you don't regret. Life would be too empty without any dreams. So you continue to spin and turn your world into a realm of beauty.
PS: Jesus loves you. Did you know? That at least is not a dream. So smile!
Dreams like drops of rose. Fancies spun in rainbow colours. Like the gossamer wings of butterflies. Colourful, ephemeral, fragile. It's so easy to destroy someone's dreams, to kill it in fledgling stage, to nip it in the bud. Teenagers and above are more resistant to this kind of murder but what about children? So many times, some well meaning person, who has forgotten their own childhood, who genuinely wishes that those dear children be not deceive, ends up killing a bit of their dreams. Dreams like drops of rose. Fancies spun in rainbow colours. Like the gossamer wings of butterflies. Colourful, ephemeral, fragile.
Someone should mark them. Put a warning label. Because well meaning people kill dreams. Sometimes we forget that others are humans like us, we do things to people that we won't want to do to ourselves. We not only destroy dreams, we destroy self esteem, we destroy lives; all with our tongue.
You dream. You spin your fancies. Some will be fulfilled, others will die. Your fancies of elves and fairies. Of worlds filled with sunshine and rainbows. Of adventure and excitement might not come true, but you don't regret. Life would be too empty without any dreams. So you continue to spin and turn your world into a realm of beauty.
PS: Jesus loves you. Did you know? That at least is not a dream. So smile!
Monday, March 16, 2009
Random Musing on: Loss
Loss. Ever occurred to you? Ever felt that strange melancholy feeling when something is lost? Why, I wonder? Why does it feel so when we've lost? Why do we feel extra happy when we've somehow got it back? Why do we not know until we've lost it, then we feel the regret, why?
It's true isn't it? We never really notice until its gone. Yes, gone, lost to us. We take things, people, everything for granted. We even take oxygen for granted! Until, until we're out of breath, to the point of suffocation. Yes, we notice it then, notice how important it is to us, how we literally cannot live without it.
They say you never really miss the water until it's gone, and by then, it's too late. We're foolish like that. Never knowing, never noticing, until its too late. Too late to change anything no matter how much we want to. The water has gone, it's beyond our reach, it is not the same anymore because technically the water isn't the same anymore. Confusing isn't it? Water is still water, you say, no matter how it flows. Ah, flow......yes...............that's the key word. Water flows, it's never in the same place. Take it this way, that drop of H2o that just passed you has really passed you and is flowing into the sea. Notice drop, it never stays the same.
Time, we treat it the same. We waste it, we don't know until its gone. Air, water, the earth beneath our feet, yes, we forget them until we lose them. People, oh, we are guilty of taking them for granted. Yes, I plead guilty too. I plead guilty to ignoring people, not appreciating them, thinking they will always be there. When really, it's not true. They won't be there forever. They will move, miles and miles away, or I will move. There are many ways to be separated.
I would love to regret, but of what use is it? Regret, regret because of loss. How it hurts. Yes, it hurts. We have it, we lose it, we regret it's lost. Sometimes it never comes back. Sometimes it does.
We lose many things. We suffer, yes that is the right word, from lost. We suffer. Yet, there is still hope. Appreciation, yes, we can show appreciation. Not say it, show it. After all, actions speak louder than words.
It's true isn't it? We never really notice until its gone. Yes, gone, lost to us. We take things, people, everything for granted. We even take oxygen for granted! Until, until we're out of breath, to the point of suffocation. Yes, we notice it then, notice how important it is to us, how we literally cannot live without it.
They say you never really miss the water until it's gone, and by then, it's too late. We're foolish like that. Never knowing, never noticing, until its too late. Too late to change anything no matter how much we want to. The water has gone, it's beyond our reach, it is not the same anymore because technically the water isn't the same anymore. Confusing isn't it? Water is still water, you say, no matter how it flows. Ah, flow......yes...............that's the key word. Water flows, it's never in the same place. Take it this way, that drop of H2o that just passed you has really passed you and is flowing into the sea. Notice drop, it never stays the same.
Time, we treat it the same. We waste it, we don't know until its gone. Air, water, the earth beneath our feet, yes, we forget them until we lose them. People, oh, we are guilty of taking them for granted. Yes, I plead guilty too. I plead guilty to ignoring people, not appreciating them, thinking they will always be there. When really, it's not true. They won't be there forever. They will move, miles and miles away, or I will move. There are many ways to be separated.
I would love to regret, but of what use is it? Regret, regret because of loss. How it hurts. Yes, it hurts. We have it, we lose it, we regret it's lost. Sometimes it never comes back. Sometimes it does.
We lose many things. We suffer, yes that is the right word, from lost. We suffer. Yet, there is still hope. Appreciation, yes, we can show appreciation. Not say it, show it. After all, actions speak louder than words.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Birthday Post!!!
Its........my birthday.......... I'm officially a year older and I'm........speechless. I guess I'm still in shock........................................
It's 11 pm and according to my mom I was one loud baby but I didn't cry until I really had to, the nurses were so relieved. I was very red. I was a big baby but not as big as my brother who came a year later.
I finally talked to my best friend from primary. We didn't fight or anything, just that life's so busy that we didn't really have time. Time........it likes to fly doesn't it? We always don't have enough time. Those facing exams don't have enough time to study. There is no time to do this, to do that and before you know it, poof, it's your birthday, you are older and you find there are many things you planned to do but didn't and now......time won't turn back, you know very well. Don't put off any longer, you'll end up feeling regret on your birthday, like me. It's not nice. So make use of your time. Mine is going to pass at the stroke of 12 and it'll be someone else's birthday somewhere out there. Treasure the time counting down to yours.
I really should go to bed. I know that the baby me from long ago has just finish feeding and is now sleeping. Just like what I should be doing now. So HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!! To all those born on March 11!!!!!!!!!
It's 11 pm and according to my mom I was one loud baby but I didn't cry until I really had to, the nurses were so relieved. I was very red. I was a big baby but not as big as my brother who came a year later.
I finally talked to my best friend from primary. We didn't fight or anything, just that life's so busy that we didn't really have time. Time........it likes to fly doesn't it? We always don't have enough time. Those facing exams don't have enough time to study. There is no time to do this, to do that and before you know it, poof, it's your birthday, you are older and you find there are many things you planned to do but didn't and now......time won't turn back, you know very well. Don't put off any longer, you'll end up feeling regret on your birthday, like me. It's not nice. So make use of your time. Mine is going to pass at the stroke of 12 and it'll be someone else's birthday somewhere out there. Treasure the time counting down to yours.
I really should go to bed. I know that the baby me from long ago has just finish feeding and is now sleeping. Just like what I should be doing now. So HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!! To all those born on March 11!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, February 28, 2009
He listens
Ever felt like you are completely alone? Somehow you are in a crowd of people, yet you feel like you are an island in the middle of the ocean. You feel like no one cares, no one pays any attention to you. That you are just there for decoration, that you don't really matter. You are just there to make up numbers so that the powers that be can get a kick out of seeing so many people and have their ego stroked by the fact that there are so many people attending and having a great time. You have friends but no one who truly understands. You feel like you listen, you only listen, listen to your friends problems but all you manage to say is just a tinee tiny fraction of what you feel and what you want to tell them. The conversation is all about them in a moment, always them. Your input is minimal, except when they want your advise. You are the eternal listener. They are friends with you because they need you to listen to them, they don't really care what happens to you. YOU are disposable. YOU are not necessary. No one would miss you if you go. You have a voice but there's no one to listen. There's no one interested in listening.
I felt like that, I still feel like that. The difference is........drumroll.......... I KNOW Jesus listens. Oh, I feel down and lonely. Yes, I hold on to problems, magnified responsibilities, hurts, aches, negative comments and I don't know how to let go. Once when I was a baby I got a hold on the hair of my head and didn't know how to let go. I pulled and pulled, (maybe) thinking that if I did that that funny feeling thing in my hand wouldn't be there. I pulled and pulled and pulled to no avail. The only thing that happened was, I started to bleed. It hurt so much and like any self respecting baby, I cried. This story is absolutely true by the way, I have my mom as witness. That's the way I am with problems, I hold on and don't know how to let go. I'm learning to now, learning to cast all my cares upon Jesus. I have the added assurance that he loves me and he listens. The God who created the Earth and the skies. He who knows the names of ALL the stars in the sky, knows every strand of hair on my body. Even if there are millions and millions of people on this Earth, he listens to ME, me who feels like I'm completely alone, who feels that no one listens. HE, the King of Kings, the Lord of Lords, Creator and Ruler of everything, is willing to listen to me............I feel LOVED~ Very loved.
To anyone out there, whom I know and don't know. If you are feeling down and alone, depressed and hopeless. Know that Jesus cares. He loves you. Very very much. You are not alone. The Prince of Peace is with you.
I felt like that, I still feel like that. The difference is........drumroll.......... I KNOW Jesus listens. Oh, I feel down and lonely. Yes, I hold on to problems, magnified responsibilities, hurts, aches, negative comments and I don't know how to let go. Once when I was a baby I got a hold on the hair of my head and didn't know how to let go. I pulled and pulled, (maybe) thinking that if I did that that funny feeling thing in my hand wouldn't be there. I pulled and pulled and pulled to no avail. The only thing that happened was, I started to bleed. It hurt so much and like any self respecting baby, I cried. This story is absolutely true by the way, I have my mom as witness. That's the way I am with problems, I hold on and don't know how to let go. I'm learning to now, learning to cast all my cares upon Jesus. I have the added assurance that he loves me and he listens. The God who created the Earth and the skies. He who knows the names of ALL the stars in the sky, knows every strand of hair on my body. Even if there are millions and millions of people on this Earth, he listens to ME, me who feels like I'm completely alone, who feels that no one listens. HE, the King of Kings, the Lord of Lords, Creator and Ruler of everything, is willing to listen to me............I feel LOVED~ Very loved.
To anyone out there, whom I know and don't know. If you are feeling down and alone, depressed and hopeless. Know that Jesus cares. He loves you. Very very much. You are not alone. The Prince of Peace is with you.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Different facets of love
Hello, how may I help you? Oh, you would like to know of what purpose is this little piece. I would like to direct your attention to Valentines Day. It seems the world as a whole is still drunk on LOVE. Yes, you probably saw this coming. Love is everywhere. Yes, yes, you would "love" to know what exactly is going on. To cut this short this is my view on the mighty "L" word. Fine, fine I'll tell already. Sheesh, don't you know PATIENCE? It's a virtue. Uhmmm.... lets get the ball rolling, shall we?
LOVE is..............
10. Your puppy bounding to meet you when you come home.
9. Your child giving you a kiss (ask mom)
8. Your children actually doing something they hate because you ask (was forced to write this)
7. The fact that you are alive, you were conceived out of love
6. The fact that you have a name, its a gift
5. Being healthy even if you lack certain body parts
4. The sun shining on you in all its warmth, your nerves work
3. The easiness in which you can smile or laugh, you are surrounded by people who love you
2. Giving, because loves not selfish
1. Jesus, who died on the cross 2000 years ago for our sake. Few would die for the others, let alone go through a painful death.
For further information please go and check 1 Corinthians 13. Thank You.
LOVE is..............
10. Your puppy bounding to meet you when you come home.
9. Your child giving you a kiss (ask mom)
8. Your children actually doing something they hate because you ask (was forced to write this)
7. The fact that you are alive, you were conceived out of love
6. The fact that you have a name, its a gift
5. Being healthy even if you lack certain body parts
4. The sun shining on you in all its warmth, your nerves work
3. The easiness in which you can smile or laugh, you are surrounded by people who love you
2. Giving, because loves not selfish
1. Jesus, who died on the cross 2000 years ago for our sake. Few would die for the others, let alone go through a painful death.
For further information please go and check 1 Corinthians 13. Thank You.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Of pearls and people
I remember an essay I had to write. We had to write about ourselves. Somehow it just popped up in my mind. I got a good score and my essay book took trips around the class, yet I wonder how much of that is still true? Is my self esteem still so low?
The walls are true though. Everyone has their walls and masks. No matter how much we want to we will act a certain way in front of somebody, behave in a certain way, because that is what we were taught. We can't judge people by how they look, sometimes how they behave too. Someone you thought was quiet or didn't notice because they don't intrude and therefore fade into the background, could perhaps be the one who never stops talking. I always think of quiet people as clams, their silent walls filter out those who wouldn't even bother to try to see pass everything and see the pearl within. So we tend to miss. Treasures of people, undiscovered because we judge by looks, by status, anything! You never know what could be uncovered. There are some that aren't nice so, yeah, they don't have friends. Yet I'm pretty sure God knows their inner thoughts, their wants, the real them and there must be something pretty, some nugget of beauty, a pearl whose outer layers are tarnished by the things that have accumulated through the years.
Can't we give people a chance? The quiet, the meek, the shy, the loud mouth, those that don't seem so likeable to you. Don't the clams deserve a second glance? Please, or you will miss those treasures. They're waiting for you to see pass the walls.
The walls are true though. Everyone has their walls and masks. No matter how much we want to we will act a certain way in front of somebody, behave in a certain way, because that is what we were taught. We can't judge people by how they look, sometimes how they behave too. Someone you thought was quiet or didn't notice because they don't intrude and therefore fade into the background, could perhaps be the one who never stops talking. I always think of quiet people as clams, their silent walls filter out those who wouldn't even bother to try to see pass everything and see the pearl within. So we tend to miss. Treasures of people, undiscovered because we judge by looks, by status, anything! You never know what could be uncovered. There are some that aren't nice so, yeah, they don't have friends. Yet I'm pretty sure God knows their inner thoughts, their wants, the real them and there must be something pretty, some nugget of beauty, a pearl whose outer layers are tarnished by the things that have accumulated through the years.
Can't we give people a chance? The quiet, the meek, the shy, the loud mouth, those that don't seem so likeable to you. Don't the clams deserve a second glance? Please, or you will miss those treasures. They're waiting for you to see pass the walls.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Time oh time
As a child, time seemed endless. Tomorrow seemed to take forever to come. Yet all of a sudden, time flows with a speed that chills! Why wasn't it only yesterday.......oh no I sound like I have million's of yesterdays behind me and few tomorrows!! What changed? Is it time or is it me? Is it both or is everything a dream? I want to know. Is it just time flowing, flowing like an endless river, bringing us, it's hapless passengers on fast-paced journey that only a second ago seemed so slow? Is it that my view of time has changed, since now I have so much to do and there never seems to be enough time in a day. Why, I wonder, why? I might know the answer sooner......or later.........
I wonder what life will bring, what time will throw at me since now it is gaining speed. Where would I be in a few years time? Will I see the fruition of the dreams and hope and ambitions blossoming slowly in my heart? Will they stand the first signs of frost? What would I be in ten years? Ten years, oh how long they seem but cheeky time will make sure they feel like a blink of the eye.
Time oh time, why the rush? Why try to drown me in the speed of growing older? I want to stay for a while, to savor life. Time oh time, why can't you wait for me?
I wonder what life will bring, what time will throw at me since now it is gaining speed. Where would I be in a few years time? Will I see the fruition of the dreams and hope and ambitions blossoming slowly in my heart? Will they stand the first signs of frost? What would I be in ten years? Ten years, oh how long they seem but cheeky time will make sure they feel like a blink of the eye.
Time oh time, why the rush? Why try to drown me in the speed of growing older? I want to stay for a while, to savor life. Time oh time, why can't you wait for me?
I created this to write. It's going to be a place where I dump writings. anything I think up of on a whim. This is a little dedication piece. Sorta like a way to open up everything.
Life is like a flower garden, and the many people we meet are like the flowers. Thus, each friend we gain adds more and more flowers into our garden of life. Some are like the sunflowers; they seem to have a larger than life personality and are always chasing after the limelight. Some are pure and beautiful like the lilies. Others are passionate like the red roses and are just as thorny to boot. They come in all shapes and sizes, in colours more varied than the rainbow, all coming together to create a beautiful landscape. Though they tend to blur as we leave each section of life, there are those that continue to vividly stand out. These are the friends that have been good and true to us, that have given us hope and help when we needed them. I'm sure you agree.
Life is like a flower garden, and the many people we meet are like the flowers. Thus, each friend we gain adds more and more flowers into our garden of life. Some are like the sunflowers; they seem to have a larger than life personality and are always chasing after the limelight. Some are pure and beautiful like the lilies. Others are passionate like the red roses and are just as thorny to boot. They come in all shapes and sizes, in colours more varied than the rainbow, all coming together to create a beautiful landscape. Though they tend to blur as we leave each section of life, there are those that continue to vividly stand out. These are the friends that have been good and true to us, that have given us hope and help when we needed them. I'm sure you agree.
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