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.
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