When you grow up
Things change
Innocence is lost
Experience is gained.
When you grow up
The wrongs can seem ‘okay’
The rights become less important
The line between right and wrong becomes less clear
The end sometimes justifies the means you take.
When you grow up
Decisions become tougher
Your ideals may be shattered
Your beliefs will be challenged.
When you grow up
You’ll meet many different people,
Big and small, short and tall,
Some kind, some mean;
Some wear masks, others don’t bother,
Some you’ll respect, some you’ll aspire to be;
Others can be rude, bitter or just plain crude.
When you grow up
You’ll learn that asking for help is necessary,
That your rights are not always as important
As you thought they were
Being humble can be seen as a loss
You may get confused, jaded.
But when you grow up
Remember your Maker
Forget not His Word
Consider His faithfulness as in the days of your youth
Take not for granted His mercies, enough for each day.
When you grow up
Seek His counsel,
His wisdom is far better than precious jewels or gold,
It surpasses knowledge,
Far greater than the wisdom of this world.
When you grow up
He won’t ever change
He’ll remain the same,
So will His love for you endure and remain
Will yours for Him stay the same?
Sep 3, 2009
Aug 20, 2009
The reason why I'm still up
I got hooked, beautifying my blog.
Do you like this new design? I did a little bit of sprucing up, even managed to do some HTML programming to create 'static' pages on Blogger. *beaming* So proud of myself.
I tweeted a while back that my goal is to sleep by 12.00am every night.
I failed tonight, obviously.
But bring on the eyebags and yawns, cos seeing my all-new and beautiful blog now is so worth my beauty sleep.
Sometimes I wonder why I bother, cos I don't really publicize my blog that much. Nor do I really want to. For self-satisfaction, I guess.
Do you like this new design? I did a little bit of sprucing up, even managed to do some HTML programming to create 'static' pages on Blogger. *beaming* So proud of myself.
I tweeted a while back that my goal is to sleep by 12.00am every night.
I failed tonight, obviously.
But bring on the eyebags and yawns, cos seeing my all-new and beautiful blog now is so worth my beauty sleep.
Sometimes I wonder why I bother, cos I don't really publicize my blog that much. Nor do I really want to. For self-satisfaction, I guess.
Jul 11, 2009
Every couple has a love story to tell
Here’s one I heard just today.
She had always thought he was a snob. She was friends with everyone in church, his friends, and even his sister, but she neither acknowledged nor said a word to or him. “A stuck up, he is,” so she thought.
He, perhaps, thought the same of her. “Always late for church services. A wild child,” was what she thought HE thought of her. (Her working times then often overlapped with service times)
One morning, out of the many mails which appeared in her Inbox, one particular mail stood out.
From an unknown email address. The mail was addressed to her, and a few other people, some of whom she knew. The contents didn’t contain much that was relevant to her though, perhaps a general encouragement to all. What was odd was there wasn’t even a sign off at the end of the mail.
A mystery sender. “How did this person get my work email address?” she wondered.
Curious, she replied the email, asking the mystery sender who he was.
He replied. Without revealing his name, he wittily and mysteriously identified himself as the best friend of so-and-so, the brother of so-and-so, and a host of other connections, most, if not all, of them she knew personally.
She could figure who he was – the snob, but the cleverly crafted email made her smile, laugh and interested her even more.
She replied and that was the start of their email communication and budding friendship. Every day, she would look forward to his email. It was always the first thing that greeted her every morning at work, without fail.
Life went on, she would see him around in church sometimes, but they never spoke in person. A tension built up between them, naturally. (I’m sure most of you will have experienced this before – you’re always on the lookout for him/her, you keep him/her in your sight most of the time. You’re not look straight at him/her, not stalking, of course, but he/she is always at the corner of your eye.)
All those emails, yet no spoken words. Not one. Brief knowing glances, perhaps.
3 months passed, and at long last, he plucked up the courage to ask her out.
Her heart fluttered. But being the lady that she was, she turned him down. Whatever her reasons were, she chose to play hard to get.
That didn’t deter him though. There is always a second time.
The second time came (what if it didn’t?!), then she gave in and agreed. The rest is history.
A little similar the movie “You’ve got mail”, don’t you think?
The only difference between that movie and this love story is – even after being married for years (I’m not sure how many), and now with a 3- or 4-year-old toddler in the family – she still receives an email from her beloved, every single morning in her Inbox, without fail*. (*Saturdays and Sundays excluded)
*The story above is a true account, paraphrased according to how it was told to me. Details are as accurate as possible to the actual event.
Now, how's that for a fairytale?
Jun 29, 2009
A letter to mothers
Was chatting with a girlfriend today. We talked about our mutual friends and acquaintances getting married and/or having babies, about how crucial it is to receive blessings from parents when getting married and so on.
The conversation eventually led on to our current single and boyfriend-less state.
Like all other anxious mothers of 20-something-year-olds, hers is getting... well, anxious.
In semi-frustrated-semi-joking mode, she said:
“Last time when we were in highschool, when we used to go out or hang out with boys – she will marah, never allowed us to go out. Now we don’t go out with guys, no boyfriend – she also marah, keep on nagging and get upset because there are no prospects.”
Funny and ironic, but it’s true. It’s real.
I consider myself pretty blessed, considering that my mom is still hanging in there. She hasn’t, admirably, lost it yet. Not yet, anyway.
But listening to my friend’s complaints, I could empathise with her. So here is an open letter I write to all mothers, on behalf of all single ladies who are also in our situation.
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Dear mothers,
We love you and understand your worry. As much as it is in our ability, we want to relieve you of your worries too. But, your worry, articulated in the form of nagging, only makes us more uneasy of our current state.
Beneath our seemingly nonchalant exterior, the ‘I don’t care's’ and the ‘I don’t need a guy’, we are concerned too. We’re just pretending not to care. Your anxiety only makes us more worried and insecure. You should know that deep down, we all want get married too.
Sometimes, this current state drives us to say things like “why do I need a guy?” and “what’s wrong with living my life alone?” It’s a self-comfort mechanism we employ to assure us of our independance and to play down our need to depend on a guy. This probably makes you more agitated and upset, but I guess it’s our way of preparing ourselves for the ‘worst’.
‘Getting a boyfriend’ is not as simple as it seems. It’s not like choosing a toy out of a toy store. It’s not a snap-and-get trick one can employ. Heck, it’s not even something we girls can initiate on our own (we could, but we’d rather be pursued than to throw ourselves at a guy). If there are no prospects, then there are no prospects.
Maybe some of us are not ready to get married. We’re just unsure of that role and the responsibilities involved. Then give us some time to think things through. Don’t rush us.
Maybe some of us have already given up on love. We’ve been through so much that we’re disillusioned by guys and relationships. Then maybe it’ll take time for our broken hearts to heal. Be patient with us. Help us nurture our hearts back to health. Speak hope.
How else can you help us? Be patient and uh, pray real hard. =)p Nagging only reminds us of what we already know. We’re sorry if we have snubbed you at times, you probably caught us at our most frustrated moments. Whenever you can, assure us. The best encouragement can only come from you. Try not to be overly kan-cheong. The pressures we feel from our aunties during CNY every year are more than we can bear. ;-)
Much love,
Your single daughter(s)
The conversation eventually led on to our current single and boyfriend-less state.
Like all other anxious mothers of 20-something-year-olds, hers is getting... well, anxious.
In semi-frustrated-semi-joking mode, she said:
“Last time when we were in highschool, when we used to go out or hang out with boys – she will marah, never allowed us to go out. Now we don’t go out with guys, no boyfriend – she also marah, keep on nagging and get upset because there are no prospects.”
Funny and ironic, but it’s true. It’s real.
I consider myself pretty blessed, considering that my mom is still hanging in there. She hasn’t, admirably, lost it yet. Not yet, anyway.
But listening to my friend’s complaints, I could empathise with her. So here is an open letter I write to all mothers, on behalf of all single ladies who are also in our situation.
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Dear mothers,
We love you and understand your worry. As much as it is in our ability, we want to relieve you of your worries too. But, your worry, articulated in the form of nagging, only makes us more uneasy of our current state.
Beneath our seemingly nonchalant exterior, the ‘I don’t care's’ and the ‘I don’t need a guy’, we are concerned too. We’re just pretending not to care. Your anxiety only makes us more worried and insecure. You should know that deep down, we all want get married too.
Sometimes, this current state drives us to say things like “why do I need a guy?” and “what’s wrong with living my life alone?” It’s a self-comfort mechanism we employ to assure us of our independance and to play down our need to depend on a guy. This probably makes you more agitated and upset, but I guess it’s our way of preparing ourselves for the ‘worst’.
‘Getting a boyfriend’ is not as simple as it seems. It’s not like choosing a toy out of a toy store. It’s not a snap-and-get trick one can employ. Heck, it’s not even something we girls can initiate on our own (we could, but we’d rather be pursued than to throw ourselves at a guy). If there are no prospects, then there are no prospects.
Maybe some of us are not ready to get married. We’re just unsure of that role and the responsibilities involved. Then give us some time to think things through. Don’t rush us.
Maybe some of us have already given up on love. We’ve been through so much that we’re disillusioned by guys and relationships. Then maybe it’ll take time for our broken hearts to heal. Be patient with us. Help us nurture our hearts back to health. Speak hope.
How else can you help us? Be patient and uh, pray real hard. =)p Nagging only reminds us of what we already know. We’re sorry if we have snubbed you at times, you probably caught us at our most frustrated moments. Whenever you can, assure us. The best encouragement can only come from you. Try not to be overly kan-cheong. The pressures we feel from our aunties during CNY every year are more than we can bear. ;-)
Much love,
Your single daughter(s)
Jun 20, 2009
Summertime
The typical lifespan of a human being is, according to the Bible, 70 years.
3 scores and 10, to be exact. Or 80, "if your strength endures". (Psalm 90:10)
Most believe that anything more than that is a bonus.
In most poetry, our lives are generally divided into four seasons i.e. Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter.
Divide 70 by 4, you get 17.5 years.
Makes sense, cos Spring is when plants grow and flowers bloom. We grow the most physically and mentally, having to go to school, learn and soak up knowledge most of that 17.5 years.
I've passed that season years ago, and you could say that I'm in the middle of my "Summertime" now. Wheee....
Mental image of Summer - think fun in the sun, think loads of activites, think summer camps, think summer dresses, think summer love, think summer jobs, think summer vacations.
3 scores and 10, to be exact. Or 80, "if your strength endures". (Psalm 90:10)
Most believe that anything more than that is a bonus.
In most poetry, our lives are generally divided into four seasons i.e. Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter.
Divide 70 by 4, you get 17.5 years.
Makes sense, cos Spring is when plants grow and flowers bloom. We grow the most physically and mentally, having to go to school, learn and soak up knowledge most of that 17.5 years.
I've passed that season years ago, and you could say that I'm in the middle of my "Summertime" now. Wheee....
Mental image of Summer - think fun in the sun, think loads of activites, think summer camps, think summer dresses, think summer love, think summer jobs, think summer vacations.
- fun in the sun - it's always hot in Malaysia. fun? yeah, most times, I'm having fun.
- loads of activities - aplenty, enough to keep me busy.
- summer camps - we've got one coming up real soon! check it out on facebook.
- summer dresses - I'm not so much a dress person, but got dresses also lah.
- summer love - =), not yet. (methinks the folks are a little worried, =D at most. and I'd be lying if I said I didn't care.)
- summer jobs - well, not exactly a summer job, but yeah, I've got a job. enjoying it too.
- summer vacations - ada juga. I've been really blessed to be able to visit quite a few places in the past 2 years.
Yup, I'm living the summer season of my life. There've been a couple of hiccups along the way, but so far, I'm lovin' it!
Jun 8, 2009
The Who
Picture taken from happyworker.com What if your leap of faith had no landing ground?
And then you end up falling, indefinitely?
Well, that's probably why they call it a leap of 'FAITH' in the first place.
If it's about trust, then you'd better know who is it you can trust.
Cos, once you know the Who, then it's easier to believe the what, how, when, where, and why.
And then you end up falling, indefinitely?
Well, that's probably why they call it a leap of 'FAITH' in the first place.
If it's about trust, then you'd better know who is it you can trust.
Cos, once you know the Who, then it's easier to believe the what, how, when, where, and why.
Jun 6, 2009
Tweeting vs Blogging
Who's gonna win?
Right now, twitter's winning.
But we'll see.
I've still got a couple of things that i've been wanting to blog about.
Just never got down to doing it.
It's always: "next time", "tomorrow", or "not today".
Yeah, maybe next week.
Enjoy the rest of your weekend, peeps.
Right now, twitter's winning.
But we'll see.
I've still got a couple of things that i've been wanting to blog about.
Just never got down to doing it.
It's always: "next time", "tomorrow", or "not today".
Yeah, maybe next week.
Enjoy the rest of your weekend, peeps.
