“it’s not about opening up your life, but walking into some others’ “
never knew it could have so much influence on me.
will get up, open that door, get out there, knock onto yours.
“it’s not about opening up your life, but walking into some others’ “
never knew it could have so much influence on me.
will get up, open that door, get out there, knock onto yours.
when we get insecure about our own value,
we dismiss others’ efforts to appreciate the value within us.
“if you attribute all the cause of the problem to yourself, you’ll never come to help solve the problems of others in the world.”
so, perhaps, “personal issue” isnt such a good excuse afterall.
thank you for bringing the sang-est side out of me
thank you for accepting my age, my style, my weaknesses, my strengths, and my pretty looks that come together in a package
thank you for laughing at my jokes
thank you for being my friend
thank you for the allowance and space you give me to live out the best of me
thank you for your encouragements
thank you for your appreciations
thank you for giving the best of yourself to me
thank you for giving me your time
thank you for falling together with me and standing up again with me
thank you for allowing me to try new things, and giving yourself to test it out with me
thank you for forgiving my mistakes
thank you for not leaving the picture when things were the darkest
thank you for sharing with me your life and listening to my thoughts
thank you for your honest feedbacks and thoughts
thank you for trusting me that God has great plans for me
this is a me-centred thank you note,
but still,
thank you sissy,
for making me who i am.
May is troubled.
But she only want to share half the troubles with June.
June has an orange, she shared half with May.
May ate the orange, and told June half of the half troubles.
June divided the remaining half of the half orange, and gave it to May.
May ate the orange, and shared half of the remaining troubles to June.
June listened, and divided the orange in her hand into half, and gave it to May.
So May poured out the last tiny weeny bit of troubles to June, but just half of it.
June gave the last tiny little bit of orange to May – cause only a pinky bit of orange left, and cant be divided anymore,
so June gave all the remining slice of orange to May.
May nimbled on the tiny slice of orange, sourish, sweetish.
and decided to pour out the last tiny weeny mini bit of troubles to June.
Dusk is here and the sky is all dark,
May and June had to be home for dinner.
They dated each other to meet tomorrow evening,
so May could finish up the tiny weeny mini little bit of the leftover troubles,
and let June listen to everything.
June thought, maybe tomorrow,
i’ll bring a pomelo.
friends, i want to give you a piece of life, will you take it?
i guess he has totally stolen my heart..
it’s been ….
3 days..and i can’t seem to get over him..
when i lie on my bed,
my mind automatically opens a floodgate of memories,
and the vivid picture of how he made my heart jump.
when he brought me to the top of the mountain,
i grabbed him tightly,
not knowing what he would do next.
the next moment he lifted me off my seat,
i wanted to scream and shout but he stopped me.
after the breathtaking experience with him,
no one else seemed to be able to make my heart flutter a single bit,
i’m simply head over heels crazy about him.
so far, he’s the best.
daddy came back from hongkie today when i was about to mop the floor.
and he brought back this!

its a powerful pail whereby you step on the paddle and …
step step step
and the mop will be dry!
saves lotsa strength and prevents skin twisting as compared to the traditional mopping pail that requires twisting twisting.

He was very excited about it
and makes a perfect endorsement as a house-husband.
so indeed God loves me very much to let me be the first to experience the power of this pail.
and so i did…

this is life.
guess this is how we do our part to show that we care for the family.
i mean,
daddy’s job is talk business on phone and not hold a mop and sing,
and i guess its the few moments of joy and happiness on us house-wives-to-be that made him dig out that few tens of dollars for this.
i guess i can do something to show i care too.
though i can totally imagine the disapproval mummy might have towards this new member of the family,
i will continue to welcome it with warm and sincere hearts.
so its five mops from me!

i’m a princess and everyone ought to pursue me.

i stay in my beautifully furnished room and wait to be invited.
should i go for this ball? or that masquerade?
but i hope to go for that party instead,
why is that prince not inviting me?

i must not enquire nor show i’m interested,
what if others think i’m in need of shimmering glares of admiration?
i must be hard to get,
i’m a princess and not to be rejected nor ignored,

my crown and my gown can’f afford to get dirty,
i must remain as that beautiful princess who’s high up in stature,
far from reach, mysterious and to be admired.
but…
why does my heart know not how to love?
it feels safe to wait to be pursued.
it feels good cause it makes me feel needed and wanted.
i’ve got nothing to lose, and if no one pursues, well,nothing to gain.
i don’t dare to pursue,
cause i’m afraid,
that i would appear to be a reject.
it doesnt look good to be a reject,
it looks sad…it looks….loser.
i’m afraid to ask,
cause i’m afraid to be embarrassed,
what if i don’t mean to that person as much as that person mean to me?
what if the motivation of pursuing turns out to be a self-actualization or pride?
and whats worse, these motivations get discovered along the way?
i wonder if God felt this way when He pursued me with ALL of Himself.
He wasnt afraid of rejection cause He’s confident what he offeres is the best.
He did not give up half way when rejected cause i mean so so much to Him.
He was fearless and ferocious cause His only motivation of pursuit is LOVE.
i guess, perhaps it’s right and noble to pursue.
pursue people, pursue love, pursue friends, pursue a vision of God’s heart.
given this, i must be careful to pursue the right things.
the only path of pursuit is the path laid down by God,
one that guarantees reward,
He would personally hand to me my pursuit when the time is here and when i go the right way.
but when i pursue things that’s not of Him,
i run on a path leading to a dead end,
giving away all i have,
left with an empty shell,
getting nothing in return.
today, i want to choose to give all of myself, in pursuit of the right things.
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You are my God, early in the morning, will i rise to meet you, rise to meet you……
one of my favorite songs.
but today,
i rose, not very early in the morning.
in this morning,
when i come and meet Him..
i didn’t come dancing and jumping,
neither did i come filled with gratitude,
i come saying..
i need you.
arghhhhh.