double-sided knife

One thing we can never let ourselves assume is how hard of soft a texture of an apple is. Using a fruit knife, you might end up injuring yourself, particularly if the apple is too soft.



Just like when you hurt someone's heart deeply... you could end up hurting yourself;
especially that which belongs to someone who trust their heart in your hands...

NOT this Apple

THIS Apple

tearjerker

I may have posted this before; but I really like this video... very moving.

Our own lives is a race; it need not be a competition in its own right. All that matters is that we know where the finish line is, and that we keep our eyes focus on that. Follow no one, just know where you should be, whether we need to stumble there, hobble there, crawl there; as long as we find our way there.

Our Father upholds all those who fall and lifts up all who are bowed down.

pieces

I waved my arms up, reached out towards the imaginary sky. It is always nice to have a good stretch in the morning. I looked at the clock. Fooled by the premature brightening of the sky, I checked my messages.

I smiled, but feeling inarticulate, my mind wondered off knowing ever so well that that day had to come to past. I turned my head away from the window, tucked myself back in and dozed off, telling myself, that I would wait...

*** *** *** *** ***

For all the reasons I couldn't deal with, I ensured my thoughts went to an overdrive; and like a chess player mentally calculating and studying my steps, my index finger hovered over the white bell button. I looked at the ticking clock, and then across the board. A window opportunity opens and closes all the time. We need to act at the right moment. I made my move.

Not locked out, but a strong pang lingered. I made no gambit, not expecting much. Like the King, a hollow piece more than anything else, I stood there. But a quick embrace and exchanges followed, and I was the last piece standing on the driveway...

...the world wants you...

Something on my playlist..

ANDRE & FIRMIN
Prima donna first lady of the stage!
Your devotees are on their knees to implore you!
Can you bow out when they're shouting your name?
Think of how they all adore you!

Prima donna, enchant us once again!
Think of your muse... And of the queues round the theatre!
Can you deny us the triumph in store?
Sing, prima donna, once more!

RAOUL
Christine spoke of an angel...


CARLOTTA
Prima donna, your song shall live again!

ANDRE & FIRMIN
Think of your public!

CARLOTTA
You took a snub, but there's a public who needs you!

MME. GIRY
She has heard the voice of the angel of music...

ANDRE & FIRMIN
Those who hear your voice liken you to an angel!

CARLOTTA
Think of their cry of undying support!

ANDRE
We get our opera

CARLOTTA
Follow where the limelight leads you!

FIRMIN
She gets her limelight!

ANDRE & FIRMIN
Leading ladies are a trial!

CARLOTTA
Prima donna, your song shall never die!
You'll sing again, and to unending ovation!

RAOUL
Orders! Warnings! Lunatic demands!

ANDRE & FIRMIN
Tears... oaths... lunatic demands are regular occurrences!

CARLOTTA
Think how you'll shine in that final encore!

ANDRE & FIRMIN
Surely there'll be further scenes worse than this!

RAOUL
Think, before these demands are rejected!

ANDRE & FIRMIN
Who'd believe a diva happy to relieve a chorus girl,
who's gone and slept with the patron?
Raoul and the soubrette,
entwined in love's duet!
Although he may demure,
he must have been with her!
You'd never get away with all this in a play,
but if it's loudly sung and in a foreign tongue
it's just the sort of story audiences adore,
in fact a perfect opera!

ALL
Prima donna the world is at your feet!
A nation waits, and how it hates to be cheated!
Light up the stage with that age old rapport!
Sing, prima donna, once more!

just a stop

“When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, "I used everything you gave me.” - Erma Bombeck

heavy head

It's days like this I wish I have a bunk bed; so that I could wake up, and knock my head on the top bunk until I faint...

pic(fu)

A train to nowhere; decides where we ought to be. The dawn and beginning of summer writes possible routes for which we may venture. It saddens me of the untimely need for us to go where we are suppose to be. What connection to the universe made this inevitable?

Oh woe is the short lifespan we have to endure being apart. Early hurts; may test the will of a mind. We all crave for something to believe in, to find meaning for everything to make sense. A dream; lets hope won't fade away; paints a pretty pic(fu)ture. Whatever God plans for me, by His almighty grace, it is exactly what I would stand for.

for you

When there is no light to guide you
When all hope is being challenged
When darkness is overwhelming
When the compass doesn't point North

Would you trust in your instinct
Would your endure
Would you stop trying
Would you reach out your hands
and look to the sky

Whatever our future brings
No matter the weights of past which holds me down
Despite the acts and trials of time and space
Forever more, again and again,
I will keep on coming
For you.