less than three

If waking up is an option, if being in a dream is all where you want to be, you might be bordering on insanity; or you may be be in love. If every breath you pour out, is only for that special someone, if you could fall for that person every day over and over again, you might have hypotension (low blood pressure); or you may be in love. If you have palpitations when you see her, and if it hurts to silently keep the secret to yourself, you might be having a cardiac arrest; or you may be in love.

How do you love the one who means the most to you? The one who is guilty of making you sleepless every day; the one whose attention you crave the most, the one whom you feel torn without.

There are apparently 5 principle ways of doing so; by sweet charming words, spending time with each other, giving gifts (particularly remembering important dates), simple touch/strokes/or holding hands, and one which I firmly believe; practising little meaningful acts. It trumps them all.

But the biggest emotional experience, is the love of our Father. It's something which we would never know, unless we experience it. It's something which is there, but sometimes we don't know it. We all just need to find it on our own. But you can be sure, He's there for you.

One thing which probably makes some friends feel uncomfortable is when I say I want to pray for them. It's not like a curse, or something bad, or to show how self-righteous/religious I am; rather I pray so that He comes to your life, reveal Himself to you, and draw yourself to Him. At the end of the day, it's not that I want to be proven right, it is because, believe it or not, it is the best thing that could ever happen to you. So a prayer for you, the 6th way we could do for our love ones, is a supreme act of love, the best we can ask, and hope for you. <3

blue october

What is in someone who is egoistic? Is it something which has a life span? Is it untouchable? Can fire and flame diminish it?

I have always considered myself as one. I was born and bred in a school which cultivates our massive ego. But after stepping out of the school, it has not serve me like it had used to anymore... well maybe I have put an end to that part of me... suffocated and gone. Right now, it's nothing more than what I consider a "confidence projectile". It has made myself into a known stranger. Someone whom I am sure I know very well, but different in a way, like the smell of your pillow after a two week holiday.

Perhaps, it's no more me and the juniors, anymore. Perhaps, I have grown so much, and now it's more like me and the world. Perhaps, standing amongst the others made me feel a little smaller. Perhaps, I am just a little older and wiser.

I have endured so much of what life has thrown at me. Hardships have corroded and thin my ego. Hardships have made me, shaped me, into a great man.

God doesn't give you the person you want, he gives you the person you need; to help you, to hurt you, to leave you, to love you, and to make you the person you were meant to be...

parable of the emperor's new clothes

There once lived an emperor who cared about his outer appearance more than anything else. One day he was visited by the "two best tailors in the world" who promised him the finest piece of fabric the land has ever seen. Enticed by this promise, the emperor was blinded into believing them, and hired them immediately.



Each day the emperor observed the tailors' progress. At first he was slightly skeptical, as nothing could be seen at all. The tailors assured the emperor that the suit was made up of the most sought-after fabric, and that it can only be seen by the the enlightened and by the wise. Not wanting to look like a fool, the emperor agreed that the suit was becoming to take shape, and was marvelous in fact.

When the suit was complete, the tailors delicately put it on for the emperor to wear. Looking at the mirror, the emperor couldn't hide his delight, at his exquisite stunning new clothes. He paid the tailors handsomely, and they left. The emperor then decided to parade his latest wardrobe collection to his subjects.

As he marched along with his procession, "oohs and ahhs" could have been heard from the crowd. Not until a child cried "he's not wearing anything!", that the people realised the truth.


I think most of us are alike to the emperor in so many ways..

vain..
narcissistic..
egoistical..
neurotic..

we can't hide them, even behind our finest branded new clothes..

and above all, we may feel we know everything. However, we ought not to believe so; because sometimes, someone, even a child, may know something more than you.

speak for change

First they came for the communists,
and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a communist.

Then they came for the trade unionists,
and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a trade unionist.

Then they came for the Jews,
and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a Jew.

Then they came for me
and there was no one left to speak out for me.

- Martin Niemöller -

ruin

Dear God,

Please take my hand, and guide me now, because I have no idea what to do.

Ruin my life the plans I have made, ruin desires for my selfish gains.

poops

Everything is so hazy, fuzzy. It feels like a drill being thrust up my right ears and the adjacent temple to it. In my head I was like a broken radio, like a wrecked stereo.

Like when you have your index finger into your ears; it was like that. I was speaking too soft, and I had no idea about it. When I was singing, I suddenly realised, my pitching was all over the place.

Funnily enough I was not too concern about my hearing.. or by the fact that if I were a bat, I would totally be flying into trees, and hunting insects would be a problem for me.

I lost my head.

I keep telling myself everyone poops. It may be painful at first, it may deliver relief... but it sure is messy.

not just about the mangos...

Campus was looking a whole lot like home today. The gorgeous weather brought warmth everywhere while the indian summer sunlight carved through every nook and cranny of the campus, leaving a certain glint, and sparkle, to be reckon with. It's my fourth and final year from yesterday onwards. Compared with last year, we are somewhat more comfortable, chilled, and familiar with our surroundings, the people, and the culture. From when the juniors came I watched them learn to crawl, urged on by many supportive "parents", till they learned to take baby steps. They stumbled a few times along the way, with unfamiliar faux pax, but with exceptional curiosity and yearnings. It reminded a lot of ourselves.

It's nice to just sit back and just watch how they handle and enjoy their third year. It would be interesting whether they will end up like us.

push

Perhaps my most debilitating handicap would be to allow myself to be fooled into thinking the very best things in life would never happen to me. Such certainty and sureness may be underlined by my paradoxical intuitive nature. There are times when I am at a bowling alley, only to hope that I can proof myself that I wouldn't get a strike just because I know I can. I sometimes wish I could negate these negative thoughts, but then again, I hope not to be left like a chicken being reared as a 'pet'. False hope is perhaps worse than being given the bad news early on. I rather a quick pull of the band-aid. However the case, if only I could ensure both of them could cohabit, and that I could clearly see them as a balance.

My admiration for people who never seemed to be under pressure, never ceased. They always seem to know what to do at times of crisis and chaos. Who would be able to see the silver lining of a wet beach day?

I guess we are all inclined to desperately push ourselves to please others, to be respected in the eyes of our society. But perhaps, it is best that we dutifully try to make our ownself happy for a change. With significantly less effort than I normally should I have, I forgo pampering me. Sometimes I don't remember or don't know what I want...

...till I have it in front of me...

...or till it's gone...


Even if something seems so improbable; so far beyond your reach, do PUSH..

Pray Until Something Happens.

hope

I hope that the days come easy and the moments pass slow,
And each road leads you where you want to go,





And if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose,
I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.

let these remain..

I still have vivid memories of that September day 10 years ago. When news of two planes crashed into the world trade center, it abruptly interrupted other programs on the news channels. It interrupted whatever the rest of us were doing. Around the world, people stuck in traffic tuned into their radios, office workers perhaps went online to get the latest scoops and news, even classes in schools might have been affected with absentees.

The world was largely at a standstill.

There was something so unreal about the captured images and videos by amateur cameramen. People were in a public panic pandemonium. They were running about, screaming, crying, disorientated, lost, with the look of disbelief in their eyes. No one knew what was going on.

Fire, and smog enveloped the city skyline, and dust shrouds visibility. Survivors covered in dirt and blood walked the streets in down town, aimlessly, confused as most of us were. I blinked blankly as the newscaster was presenting the report. It just seemed so unreal to me, like a nightmare. I was only there 5 years earlier for a holiday.

"What can we do?"

This is the questions most asked. People asked the rescue team. People asked the paramedics. People asked the police. People asked the politicians. People asked themselves.

"What can we do?"

As I have quoted in my previous post, we are all connected. At times, in times of need, when the world just needed help standing, when all people needed was hope, when we all needed something to believe in. We are all one. We are all united. We are all bound together.

People just want to help.

It's our nature, to step up and be counted. For that day, man's strength and faith were tested. For that day, when doubts were cast upon people's love for humanity, someone stood up to challenge and prove that we are not alone, that a hero can rise from the darkest of days.

That someone is each and every one of us.

For when the towers collapsed, amidst the rubble and ashes, two phoenix rose, and with them, the power of faith, hope and love.