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vapour.in.the.wind

my life as me

hey.

thattt close to suffer from seizure attack. jkjkjk. life's in fast forwardx3 mode nowadays. we're like rushing in between assignments, chaos-ing between group presentations and sprinting from classes to research and room only to calm the headache and stiffness resulted from it all.

we're forced to clear a few gigantic hurdles with a leap.

my legs are so short. hmm.

i feel the heat. burn, baby burn. hahahah.

90/10.

must shift focus from the calamity to the One who holds it all.

dddance in the storms.

<3

#mylifeasateachertrainee
#sem8PISMPJan2012
#soldiering on


it's been a while. a lot happened and is going on and about to take place. no more excuses and lamentation. everything gets so real- the now and the future alike. have been pondering about the future for a bit. honestly? it's kinda scary. but God didn't let me drown in all my uncertainties. His answer is timely and definite.

segala perkara dapat kutanggung di dalam Dia yang memberi kekuatan kepadaku!

feeling blissful. hehehe.


well, hello and umm, hi.
apparently i haven't posted anything original since a decayyyde ago. harhar. wrote a bit but yeah, when it's a no then it's a no.

gonna face my minor observation tomorrow. i feel all pumped up, hoyeh! currently there's this Hockey MSS competition going on. so we had a grrreat game with the coaches. feeling honoured.

something is missing, though.
can't help but whimper.

i wish i can hear the voices of my mom and dad and ask them to pray for me. i know they do, they always do. and i'll be 25 in a bit but when it comes to family, such times like this is the crucialest, to hear them telling me, "all the best." it could be merely routine wish for people, but when it comes to those who are dear to us, these, means a whole lot.

and

i miss him terribly.

"i'm on my guard for the rest of the world
But with you i know it's no good
And i could wait patiently but i really wish you would...

Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain."



Shrinking Women
Across from me at the kitchen table, my mother smiles over red wine that she drinks out of a measuring glass.
She says she doesn’t deprive herself,
but I’ve learned to find nuance in every movement of her fork.
In every crinkle in her brow as she offers me the uneaten pieces on her plate.
I’ve realized she only eats dinner when I suggest it.
I wonder what she does when I’m not there to do so.
Maybe this is why my house feels bigger each time I return; it’s proportional.
As she shrinks the space around her seems increasingly vast.
She wanes while my father waxes. His stomach has grown round with wine, late nights, oysters, poetry. A new girlfriend who was overweight as a teenager, but my dad reports that now she’s “crazy about fruit.”
It was the same with his parents;
as my grandmother became frail and angular her husband swelled to red round cheeks, round stomach
and I wonder if my lineage is one of women shrinking
making space for the entrance of men into their lives
not knowing how to fill it back up once they leave.
I have been taught accommodation.
My brother never thinks before he speaks.
I have been taught to filter.
“How can anyone have a relationship to food?” He asks, laughing, as I eat the black bean soup I chose for its lack of carbs.
I want to tell say: we come from difference, Jonas, 
you have been taught to grow out
I have been taught to grow in
you learned from our father how to emit, how to produce, to roll each thought off your tongue with confidence, you used to lose your voice every other week from shouting so much
I learned to absorb
I took lessons from our mother in creating space around myself
I learned to read the knots in her forehead while the guys went out for oysters
and I never meant to replicate her, but
spend enough time sitting across from someone and you pick up their habits
that’s why women in my family have been shrinking for decades.
We all learned it from each other, the way each generation taught the next how to knit
weaving silence in between the threads
which I can still feel as I walk through this ever-growing house,
skin itching,
picking up all the habits my mother has unwittingly dropped like bits of crumpled paper from her pocket on her countless trips from bedroom to kitchen to bedroom again, 
Nights I hear her creep down to eat plain yogurt in the dark, a fugitive stealing calories to which she does not feel entitled.
Deciding how many bites is too many
How much space she deserves to occupy.
Watching the struggle I either mimic or hate her,
And I don’t want to do either anymore
but the burden of this house has followed me across the country
I asked five questions in genetics class today and all of them started with the word “sorry”.
I don’t know the requirements for the sociology major because I spent the entire meeting deciding whether or not I could have another piece of pizza
a circular obsession I never wanted but
inheritance is accidental
still staring at me with wine-stained lips from across the kitchen table.
                – Lily Myers
-credit:Button Poetry
even the way i talk, the way i see what's bared in front of my eyes, i reflected his demeanor. 

"there's nothing to writing, only sitting down in front of a keyboard... and bleed."

i bleed even before i could write him.

until every thoughts that concur are all about him, recur coincidingly.

what i'm trying to say is, what i've been meaning to put across is, what really is going on is...

i miss him badly.
The Daze
do you feel better now? when the promised stars are now nothing but a pile of debris. could you taste the freedom now? when the titanium cuff sets you free with a loud thud on the keeper's left chest. would you take your leave and soar home now? when the place is but a diminishing ruins.
do you feel better now that your chokechain has been released?
do you feel me now?
-y.n
life is like choosing between colour pencils, crayons n oil pastels. Why do i keep using colour pencils when i know i feel the happiest colouring with oil pastels? perhaps i'm waiting Your "go ahead with the oil pastels, my daughter. It is I who give you those. Work with it with all your heart, contently."
it is not the oil pastels who hv to be ready, but me, by forgetting about the dreaded colour pencils; as i lift my fingers to grab them. ummm, purple please.


dear good guy.
thanks for seeing my bright sides even when i don't believe they exist. thanks for being such a great friend who is always there for me. you know if i could, i would. :(
There is nothing in life that will make you stronger or screw you up more than heartbreak. I have only had my heart broken by one person in my life — and it was more than enough.
Falling in love with someone isn’t only falling in love with an incredible person, a person you find to be one of the best people in the world. It’s also falling in love with the person you become when you’re with the one you love.
Sometimes the person we love makes us want to be a person who isn’t especially great. But when your love does make you want to be a better person, what the two of you share has a real shot at lasting the test of time.
Yet, there’s still more to it than just that. Falling in love is also falling in love with what you believe to be your future. Most often, losing this is what hurts the most.
When you lose the love of your life, you lose a piece of yourself — the piece that holds you together. You lose the piece of you that makes you the good person you’ve become; you lose the piece of you that allows you to be you. So when your heart gets broken, you, too, in a sense, break.
As there are different depths to love, I believe there are different depths to heartbreak. It only makes sense that the shallowest of loves leaves the shallowest of cracks, while the deepest of loves causes our hearts to undergo a sort of shattering.
The heartbreak I’m speaking of in particular is of the deepest kind — the kind that only really happens once in a lifetime.
I say only once in a lifetime because once we experience such heartbreak, we are never again the same. We become different people, scarred and nerve-damaged. We begin to look at life and love through a different shade of glass.
We will never have our hearts broken in exactly the same manner, as we have lost the innocence that allowed for such vulnerability in the first place.
When you completely give your heart over to someone — body and soul — and the relationship doesn’t work out, you lose that heart. It doesn’t matter if things didn’t work out because of them or because you yourself screwed up. It doesn’t even matter if there’s no one to blame.
If you were certain that you would spend your lives together and have to face the reality that the future you have been looking forward to for so long has just been taken away from you, it’s going to hurt. A lot.
Sad to say, it’s not a pain that goes away quickly. It takes time to heal — and you will most definitely need some healing. More importantly, you’re going to need some fixing. Someone is going to need to take the pieces of you lying sprawled out across the ground, and put you back together. The question is: Who?
The answer is simple. Only one of three people in the world can fix you when you’re dealing with the aftermath of a broken heart. Either someone new who has yet to break your heart, that someone who did break your heart, or you — the one who had his or her heart broken.
Each one of those three options has its benefits, but also tradeoffs. Finding someone new to love is usually our go-to. Most people very strongly believe that finding a new love to take the place of the old one is the best way to go. And for a good reason — because it works.
If you fall in love with someone new, the pain from the old love goes away — at least for the time being. The problems with this are obvious. Finding someone new to love only works for as long as the love stays alive.
As soon as the love fades or the relationship fails, that heartbreak that you buried way back when will likely resurface. The only reason it wouldn’t resurface would be if you were dealing with the pain from novel heartbreak. New love trumps old love just as new heartbreak trumps old heartbreak.
Then we have the second option — getting back together with the person who broke you in the first place. I feel like I need to put some sort of disclaimer here:
Although it is possible for your old love to fix you, to mend your heart and to make you happier than you ever thought imaginable — 100 percent possible — it’s highly unlikely.
The person who broke you will almost never be the person who’ll fix you. Things always have a reason for not working out. Even if the reason is poor timing or lack of maturity, you are still carrying around a whole lot of baggage from the last time you two were together.
Once a relationship fails, it almost always fails every consecutive time. When you break someone’s heart, you lose that person’s trust.
If you don’t believe trust is the most important part of any relationship then you know absolutely nothing about relationships. Is trust re-gainable? Sometimes, I’m sure it is.
Depending on the circumstance, you may be able to get past all the broken promises, all the painful memories, all the unpleasant emotions that arise every so often almost out of the blue. But in other cases — most, even — the trust is gone for good.
Maybe the person who broke your heart can be the one to fix it… but the odds aren’t in your favor. Nothing is impossible, but going after the incredibly unlikely isn’t always in our best interest. Sometimes you have to accept that he or she will never again feel safe in your arms, and let him or her go.
It’s not always easy to move on. Sometimes, it seems impossible. But you need to believe you will find someone else to love when the time is right.
Statistically speaking, it’s almost impossible for there not to be another suitable match for you. Keep searching, be patient and you will find that person one day. Until that day comes, work on fixing yourself.
Love does as much damage as it does because we allow ourselves to wallow in that misery. We hone in on it and allow the painful thoughts and memories to fill our minds and to seep into all the nooks and crannies of our lives. We wait to be fixed and by doing so gradually become more and more broken.
You may be able to find someone to piece you back together, but there is only one person in the world who is guaranteed to do the job right. Only you can fix yourself the way you need to be fixed. Finding another lover can help, but it isn’t necessary.
Waiting to find someone new to love or waiting to get back with that one that got away is dumb. Maybe you will meet someone new one day.
Maybe you’ll get back together with the one who made you simultaneously happier and more miserable than you have ever been in your life. You can’t wait for someone else to motivate you to get your life straight.
Remember, one of the main reasons we’re capable of loving another person as much as we are, is how he or she makes us want to improve ourselves and the lives we lead. Other people never really fix you.
They only help you fix yourself. Be smart and fix yourself before you fall in love again. The better the person you are, the more likely you are to find your happily ever after.
from http://elitedaily.com/dating/person-broke-cant-one-fixes/920194/
Shalom.

Last weekend my hockey mates and i went to KL to participate Pesta Hoki IPGM 2014 (ke-9).  3 years ago if you were to tell me that i'd be IPBL hockey team's defense player i'd say, "nahhh. nay-verrr."

honestly, winning 3rd place for the tournament was an unexpected victory! God has worked His miracles and praise Him for that!

When Bam, Ajie & Saha recounted the history of Batu Lintang Hockey Club, i was almost brought to tears. Years before, these dudes fought hard for a place for us to play and also in maintaining the existence of this club.

i tell you, semangat pemain hoki sangat lain. i'm not mocking sportsperson in other fields but cinta terhadap hoki oleh semua pemain, for me, is very exemplary. As Sarawak Hockey team's coach said " semua orang boleh main bola sepak. semua orang boleh main bola jaring. semua orang boleh main bola tampar. tapi tak semua orang boleh main hoki." sobs.

in IPBL, we play hockey at an abandoned tennis court. The seniors told us that they were they ones who took care of the court. They removed the weeds with their bare hands, fixed the torn net, and cleaned the court all over. Every Tuesday we get to practice at Stadium Hoki Negeri, thanks to Mr. Dana's generosity. going to KL, we invested our own money. BLHC players who preceded us were so kind and gave us some money to cover our budget. Thus, we could afford to buy or pretty jerseys and BLHC club t-shirt (refer picture above).

we built the team based on friendship. no selection was needed cause we didn't hv enough players. i myself were also invited by my dear roommate Mayrone about a year ++ ago since they didn't hv enough players then. basically we never had enough players. hahahahaha. we'd trained amongst ourselves. boys vs girls. sometimes some of the boys became the girls' defenders due to the reason stated before.

when we received so much support, sacrificed every cent we had, and basically put everything on the line, we went with a huge boulder on our shoulders.

we seeked to prove ourselves. and with God's grace, we did it! our success might seem trivial to others but we fought with all our strength, sweats and blood. and so, ptL He has made us fruitful.

anyways, apart from the medal, i went back with scars and bruises and injury. i'm proud of them since they are the evidences that i gave my all. (actually, it showed how i haven't really mastered the game. better effort next time, heinny).

the next day after the tournament ended, we measured KL City. limping around, my joy overpowered my pain. we played games at Berjaya Times Square Theme Park and hang out at Suria KLCC entrance.

at night, Mayrone and i moved to IPBA to join JPP fellas cause the next morning we'd have our benchmarking at IPBA. that night i couldn't sleep since my nervous system was still affected by DNA mixer that i hv played in the morning. pfft.

in the morning, we had an early senamrobik session with IPBA's JPP and sem 6 teacher trainees. it was fun!

then, we had a formal meeting with IPBA's JPP.

by the time everything ended, i was so weary. even writing this made me more weary. sobsss.

and so, the point is, i had such a great time with great ppl. it was a refreshing feeling- to be able to go out of my circle and experience the love for hockey with equally passionate friends.

oh oh ohhh. one more thing. i really think the organiser should reflect on how they planned and executed the tournament. i suggest they follow the norms of grouping teams- by vote, not schedule it according to your own logics. no matter how you try to justify and how we look at it, it was wrong.
anyways, thanks for the hospitality... peace. <3
Songby John Donne

Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the devils foot;
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy's stinging,
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.

If thou be'st born to strange sights,
Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights
Till Age snow white hairs on thee;
Thou, when thou return'st wilt tell me
All strange wonders that befell thee,
And swear
No where
Lives a woman true and fair.

If thou find'st one let me know;
Such a pilgrimage were sweet.
Yet do not; I would not go,
Though at next door we might meet.
Though she were true when you met her,
And last, till you write your letter,
Yet she
Will be
False, ere I come, to two or three.
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