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vapour.in.the.wind

my life as me

stumbled upon beth's blog. one of the greatest advice i've ever had and will ever have.
looking forward to go back and see her and the rest of the pack.
miss you all.

http://betty-ranggie.blogspot.com/2012/08/letter-for-my-friends.html
1st May- Seminar Pendewasaan @ BEM Bandar Sarikei
5th May- When Women Pray seminar @ Stapok Road
6th May- audition 4 Gospel Singers Community (GoSing Community) @ BEM Praise Valley
7th-15 May- *fingers crossed* Choir practice with GoSing Community
9th May- TAS meeting @ Hope Baptist Church
16 & 17 May- Praise & Worship Workshop @ BEM Kota Padawan
17 May- *fingers crossed* concert day @ BEM Kota Padawan
end of May - early June- managing TAS

#levellingup
#causeit'sallaboutYou
#superloveMay!


"...Love is knowing that sometimes your words will never be enough, that your heartbeat will never be enough. Love is knowing that sometime you’re going to have to rely on someone else’s beat to make your story work...

...Love can only be described the way it is lived, in parts, hoping that the whole makes sense…Love is a cold & broken Hallelujah.

...The heart is a terrible metaphor for love. All of you please stop using it! Delete every poem with it in it. Love, is not a muscle. It cannot atrophy from lack of use. Love isn't an organ, it cannot always sneak up on you. The lungs are a much better metaphor for love. Please, always use them. At inhales the moment our excitement you feel when you first meet someone new. The exhale is that moment of hate we all fear we will feel if this does not workout but that moment between breath when your body could be anything, that....THAT.... is love..." (*breathes)


this is by far my favoritest of all his mind blowing pieces... it's like it made my brain explode with thoughts and excitements. it made clap like a mad sea whale. made my heart flip countless times. blessed by his inspiration. arghhh beyond words!

Dear Samantha,
I’m sorry, we have to get a divorce.
I know that seems like an odd way
to start a love letter, but let me explain.
Its not you,
it’s definitely not me,
it’s just, human beings don’t love
as well as insects do.

I love you far too much to let what we have
be ruined by the failings of our species.
So instead,
I’m going to leave you now,
while I can still remember you fondly.
I saw the way you looked at the waiter last night,
I know you would never do anything,
you never do, but still I
saw the way you looked at the waiter last night.

Did you know that when a female fly
accepts the pheromones put off by a male
It rewrites the way her brain works,
destroys the receptors for pheromones.
Sensing the change, the male fly does the same.
When flies love each other,
they do it so hard,
that they can never love anything else ever again.
if either one dies before procreation
both sets of genetic code are lost forever.
Now that is dedication.

After breaking up with Elizabeth
we spent three days dividing
everything we had bought together
like if I knew which pots were mine,
like if I knew which drapes were mine,
the pain would go away.

When two praying mantises mate,
the nervous system of the male
begins to shut down.
While he still has control over his motor functions,
he flips onto his back
exposing his soft underbelly to his lover like a gift.
She then proceeds to lovingly
and I do mean lovingly
 dice him into tiny pieces
which she  shoves carefully into mouth
wasting not a single morsel,
even the exoskeleton must go.
She does this so that
so that when their children are born
she has a first meal to regurgitate to feed them.
Now that is dedication.

I could never do that for you.
So I have a new plan.
I plan on spending the rest of my life committing petty injustices.
I will jaywalk at every opportunity
I will steal things I could easily afford
I will be rude to strangers
I hope you will do the same.
I hope reincarnation is real.
I hope that these petty crimes cause me to be reborn as a lesser creature.
I hope we are reborn as flies.
So that we can love each other as hard as we were meant to.

lesson 1: Anti-personnel mines are the only piece of military hardware not constantly upgraded. This is because they are intended to be weapons of fear and chaos. Making them too modern would cause them to kill too effectively. There are two schools of thought on creating the perfect land mine: one, is to only maim your target forcing their friends to come to their rescue putting themselves at risk. The second, is to create a mess so horrible you almost wish you had a friend bleeding to death in your arms instead of picking them out of your hair. Lovers can be a little like that. No matter how you lose them, be in a giant mess or a quiet moan, you always wish you could have them back. 


lesson 2: The only reason we have super glue is that it was originally intended as an emergency field suture to prevent our soldiers from bleeding to death. The project was a partial success. The compound kept soldiers from bleeding out the only problem: it poisoned their blood, killed them anyway. Romance can be a little like that: The fastest way to kill a relationship that isn't going too well is to try too hard to fix it.

lesson 3: When faced with a napalm bomb it is not the flame you need initially fear it's the moment of combustion itself. Creating that much fire uses up so much oxygen it can literally suck your lungs dry when you reflexively breathe back in. The incoming air will be super heated it will sear the inside of your lungs. This will be the last breath you ever take. Goodbyes are exactly like that. No matter how ready for them you think you are, they always catch you with your mouth open, leave you with a thousand things you still want to say. You will never get the chance.

sharing my latest poetry craze. one word- MIND BLOWING.

A Letter to SarahContemplating Super Powers
If I could regenerate any damage to my body,
I would double back flip belly flop
off the tallest building I could find.
I would make you watch.
Would not tell you it won’t kill me.
When my body hits the ground,
turns bone to dust,
when blood splatters across your face
there will be a moment
where your heart stops,
where the belly drops out of your everything.
I would calmly walk over to you and say
yeah, ever since you killed yourself
it’s been like that for all of us
All of the time.
If I could fly,
I would take you so high so fast
you would be terrified that wind resistance
alone would rip you out of my arms.
Don’t worry.
I would hold onto you with a strength
born of fear and longing.
When your vision starts to go black
I will whisper-
If you’d only told us something was wrong
we could’ve held you
told you we loved you.
We could have helped.
I would stop,
as the oxygen floods back into your brain
everything would come into focus.
I would tell you yeah,
every day was like that with you,
you always made sure
we saw the glory in front of us.
If I could read people’s minds,
I would not invade your privacy.
Instead I would eavesdrop on every passerby.
tattoo my arms with all the compliments,
every wow she’s good looking,
every I wish I was that confident.
Meeting all of your ex-lovers
would turn my chest and back into a masterpiece.
Record every thing they should have told you
every how could I have ever let her get away,
every she was the best thing that ever happened to me.
My legs would turn into patchwork with hatch marks
for every time I wished you were still with me.
It would not take a full day
to cover this body with all of the nice things people
didn’t think you needed to hear.
If I could travel through time,
I would go back to the moment
before it was too late.
Right before the moment you wrote a suicide note
that started Dear Jared:
I’m doing this now because I know you will be the one to find me
because of all of my friends I think you’re the one
whose strong enough to take it.
What made you think I was strong enough to take this?
I would go back to the moment before you
became the reason I don’t read letters
without having someone else proof read them first,
If I could project my thoughts in another’s heard,
even knowing it could never have saved you.
But believing maybe it could have saved me,
you would never have doubted,
even for an instant,
that you were loved.
Sarah’s Reply
 
For the man who found me after my suicide
Dear Jared:

I wish I could say I was sorry for what I did,
or at least for making you be the one to find me,
but I just don’t see the point in lying anymore.
I only have one question left,
Why is it taking you so long to join me.
Don’t you know why you are
so comfortable on Halloween
or during monster movies,
It’s because you see yourself in them.
Jared, I have never known some one
more like a zombie than you.
I don’t mean a B-rate special effects zombie
covered in fake blood moaning about brains.
I mean, how many times have you found yourself
shuffling slowly forward in search of something
you don’t even understand anymore.
Refusing to let anything stop you
wouldn’t it be easier
one single shot.
If you were a vampire, Jared,
would you even notice the difference.
When was the last time you looked in a mirror
and saw something you recognized.
They say that a day in the arms of a loved one
can feel like an instant.
The opposite is also true.
How long have these 23 years dragged on.
Does it feel like a lifetime yet,
Do you feel immortal yet.
You have always been my Frankenstein, Jared
built out of spare parts
by a half mad doctor
more concerned with creating life
than  potential consequences.
He gave you up for adoption.
You are so strong, Jared,
able to bear with your stitched together muscles
and your stitched together heart
more than any man was meant to.
When the villagers came
with pitchfork and torch for Frankenstein,
he ran. Why didn’t you run Jared?
Why did you stay, why weren’t you strong enough
To just let them burn.
You used to call me your guardian angel.
I think this is true now
our halos are forged of what makes us holy.
Mine is made of tiny spinning images of your face Jared.
of your belief in me.
My wings are formed out of every letter you wrote me
Even the one I pretended not to read.
You were always my second family Jared
Let me return the favor.
Follow my voice,
let me hold you like you used to hold me,
I am waiting.
I know it’s selfish,
but I hope it doesn’t take too long
I miss you.
 


never thought it's possible to miss someone this much.
i thought when he's gone everything won't make any sense. but it does now. it makes sense the vividliest.
that i've not only fell for him, i fell hard, tripped and suffered comatose for numerous months.
God, it happened as fast as the shortest lightning, and leaves as abrupt as the shatter of the windowpanes in the stubbornest weather.

i'm supposed to go on my way to get to him in a few hours, but i don't even hv the strength to function properly, so how am i gonna travel that far?

if only my body is not freakishly frail like this. argh.

in the purest sense, when i feel this hopeless and helpless, Big Dad comes to my rescue like the Great Father He is.
there's no time left to wallow and entertain dark feelings.
now is the time to serve the kingdom of God, and set the heart and eyes on Him and His purpose for my life.

so even if he has changed, i'm gonna fight for not only what i feel but also what i believe, that we are meant for each other.
it's not gonna be an easy ride, i realise this.
but he has a very special place in my heart, where i hv never let anyone fill it.
this time i just can't let him go...
so im gonna try and wait for him until Big Dad says stop.
i could sense it, it's gonna be a long rough and war,
but giving him up is much harder.

Big Dad said i must go through this first.
something about preparing me for His service.
He's moulding me and the pain, time and time again i thought i couldn't handle.
that's when Your hands embrace me and teach me how to soar.
"Kalau bukan Tuhan yang menolong aku, nyaris aku terdiam di tempat sunyi," said King David.

keep breaking my heart for what breaks Yours, Dad.
prune me until i reflect Your image like never before.
You know what's best for me, for him and for us,
but really Dad,
let him be the one for me.

sorry for being so shameless.
thanks for Your grand favor, i love You, Greatest Love. <3


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.

am preparing songs for BEM The Times Leadership Seminar which is in 3 weeks. so, i am learning how to sing and play the guitar for the song BejanaMu by JPCC Worship. i found out that it's quite hard singing the verse and finding chords that match my oh-so limited range. i don't even know which one is most suitable for me since my guitar is out of tune. huarghhh!


Key : C

Intro :
C Gmaj7/B C Gmaj7/B
C Gmaj7/B C G

Verse 1 :
C             G/B
  Kekuatan Di Jiwaku
C             G
  Ketenangan Batinku
C             G/B
  Ada Dalam Hadirat-Mu
        C
  Kumenyembah-Mu

Verse 2 :
C              G/B
  Tersungkur 'Ku Dikaki-Mu
C              G
  Rasakan Hadirat-Mu
C              G/B
  Takkan 'Ku Melepaskan-Mu
          Am      D
  Kau Cahaya Bagiku

Chorus :
          G              D
Mengiring-Mu Seumur Hidupku
          Em             C
Masuk Dalam Rencana-Mu Bapa
          Am       G/B
Pikiranku, Kehendakku
        C         D
Kuserahkan Pada-Mu
          G              D
Harapanku Hanya Di Dalam-Mu
          Em             C
Kukan Teguh Bersama-Mu Tuhan
          Am       G/B
Jadikanku, Bejana-Mu
           C      D
Untuk Memuliakan-Mu


Key : D

Intro :
D Amaj7/C# D Amaj7/C#
D Amaj7/C# D A

Verse 1 :
D             A/C#
  Kekuatan Di Jiwaku
D             A
  Ketenangan Batinku
D             A/C#
  Ada Dalam Hadirat-Mu
        D
  Kumenyembah-Mu

Verse 2 :
D              A/C#
  Tersungkur 'Ku Dikaki-Mu
D              A
  Rasakan Hadirat-Mu
D              A/C#
  Takkan 'Ku Melepaskan-Mu
          Bm      E
  Kau Cahaya Bagiku

Chorus :
          A              E
Mengiring-Mu Seumur Hidupku
          F#m             D
Masuk Dalam Rencana-Mu Bapa
          Bm       A/C#
Pikiranku, Kehendakku
        D         E
Kuserahkan Pada-Mu
          A              E
Harapanku Hanya Di Dalam-Mu
          F#m             D
Kukan Teguh Bersama-Mu Tuhan
          Bm       A/C#
Jadikanku, Bejana-Mu
           D      E
Untuk Memuliakan-Mu


Key : F

Intro :
F Cmaj7/E F Cmaj7/E
F Cmaj7/E F C

Verse 1 :
F             C/E
  Kekuatan Di Jiwaku
F             C
  Ketenangan Batinku
F             C/E
  Ada Dalam Hadirat-Mu
        F
  Kumenyembah-Mu

Verse 2 :
F              C/E
  Tersungkur 'Ku Dikaki-Mu
F              C
  Rasakan Hadirat-Mu
F              C/E
  Takkan 'Ku Melepaskan-Mu
          Dm      G
  Kau Cahaya Bagiku

Chorus :
          C              G
Mengiring-Mu Seumur Hidupku
          Am             F
Masuk Dalam Rencana-Mu Bapa
          Dm       C/E
Pikiranku, Kehendakku
        F         G
Kuserahkan Pada-Mu
          C              G
Harapanku Hanya Di Dalam-Mu
          Am             F
Kukan Teguh Bersama-Mu Tuhan
          Dm       C/E
Jadikanku, Bejana-Mu
           F      G
Untuk Memuliakan-Mu
source: here

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
“since feeling is first,”
by e.e. cummings
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says
we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis


Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people’s sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.— Anonymous (The New Jerusalem Bible (NJB)


Love is always patient- regardless of time, distance, highs and lows, as well as kind of people one's dealing with.
Love is always kind- everlastingly giving and never asking for favour.
Love is never boastful and conceited- it's not proud of and self-satisfied in one's achievement, possession and abilities.
Love is NEVER rude and selfish- It never harms. It's graceful and merciful and forgiving. It prioritises the other person. It prioritises God the most.
Love does not take offense and is not resentful- Love does not seek for revenge, nor does it keep an avenge. Madly, in love, does not mean to be out of control. Love is being in control of our emotions.
Love takes no pleasure in other people's sin- It seeks to build people up, not to bring people down. Love hates sin but is kind to the sinner. After all, Love has redeemed all sinners if only they believe.
Love delights in the truth- Love takes pleasure in digging and living His words. There are of countless amounts of truth but love cares about and is able to distinguish the true Truth from made-up ones. Even if one is being rejected, shamed and persecuted by the world for doing so, one never holds love back.
Love is always ready to excuse- regardless of how ugly situations get, it thrives.
Love is always ready to trust- Love does not dwell in the past nor does it fear the future.
Love is always ready to hope- That the best is yet to come. And everything works for one's good anyway.
Love is always ready to endure whatever comes- Love is always faithful in small things, and also big things. Love treats both the same- with great care. Eyes, mind and heart are always ready to conquer and be victorious.


De liefde (Love) Dutch gospel song


Even though I would speak all the languages,
From Chinese to Sanskrit.
And I could understand everyone,
But hadn't love.
What else would I be? 
Than words in the wind.
A dreamer who is lost,
And cannot find his dreams anymore.

Even though I knew,
All the rules and laws.
And I had the faith,
To move mountains.
But I did not live my life with love,
Why would I still exist?
If the most beautiful theories,
In a matter of time will fall apart.
Love, love,
This word is too big.
But love, that is life,
Even life through death.
Love, love,
Tell me the secret,
Of a God who is always love.
I want to force,
But love is patient.
And when I want to punish,
Love forgives the debt.
Even when I am egoistic,
Love will share everything.
Sometimes I kick a lot,
But love kneels down on the floor.
And soon, when everything is finished,
People had expected the least.
God will teach us the glory of the light.
In love I recognize His Face.

Break my heart for what break Yours, Lord. Teach me the way You love me. <3
yne.fny

So Much


you met people i knew.
went to places i went.
are in places i had been.

i knew you from your voice
saw you with your camera
met you in seconds
touched you in a blink

love you from afar.

listen, sweet soul.
hold me loose and hang me from uncertainty
sometimes i am strong and i swear
i could wade through the world
to get to you

but sometimes my heart is faint
without seeing the final end.

~yne.fny
Shalom.

It's been a while. Imma busy woman. hahaha. plus the internet coverage sucks. which is good and bad at the same time. but i still write.

this week i accepted the 5 day positive challenge after being tagged by Mdm Esther. She was my lecturer and an inspiring teacher and Christian for me. The challenge is to write 3 positive comments every day over 5 days. I really had a rough week- in fact the roughest in the history of worst practicum and being keeping myself away from the edge was a tough one. By completing this challenge, my focus was removed from me me me and what i thought about stuffs. Instead, i was able to call it a day and give thanks; for even it's the worst, the Best person is with us all the way anyway and anyhow. So, here are my entries:

Day 5- longgg Thursday

1. In the midst of mental block, i found these books in the library-> refer the attached pic. A few is written by Andrew Wright! Woots! 
2. Changed my approach with my kids as suggested by ppl i consulted n it worked well in curbing the noise! Felt guilty because i was never that strict with them but it was what they needed. i needed it too.


Day 4- Rollercoaster Wednesday
As i'm about to complete this challenge, i realise that by reflecting my days like this, everyday miracle is magnified. God's love is in every situation, every emotion, every shape n every person. If we can't see it then perhaps we're viewing it the wrong way. So,
1.
When everything fell apart, i came to realise that this was bigger than me. I should stop carrying my own blame on my shoulders n start surrendering everything to His hands. Sometimes we try the hardest but still stuffs don't go our way. It's God way to teach us profounder lessons. Leaving my worries on the floor.

2. Consoled by a handful of wise ppl with their inspiring n thoughtful encouragement. Felt better in no time. Angels, they were.

3. Last night was one of those rare nights in which i managed to sleep without taking any pill. Mom said "try" n i tried n prayed.thank God for the comfort n rest.

#beingpositive
#eyesonHim

Day 3- Explosive Tuesday

1. Thattt close to give my kids a good scolding and pinches. Could feel myself almost blew up and broke down. Seeing their innocent faces made my heart engulfed with patience.

2. I knew that session was terrible. But my mentor was kind with the comments and marks. Reminded me not to be too hard on myself...

3. Free newspaper!!! Went looking for newspaper for tomorrow's lesson at Bau bus station. God bless the taukenio. 


DAY 2- Hectic Monday
So i'm supposed to write 3 positive comments every day over 5 days.

1. Surprise! Back-to-back observation which was supposed to start next week wl kickstart on Tue. Praise the Lord my laptop, printer, and head worked well!

2. Prayed that i could sleep because i needed to function come Tue. Rested well and sound.

3. Sighed while treating my skin. Scars, bruises and cuts everywhere. Not to mention it's super dark. Even so, my scars represent what i've gone through to get here. I worked at paddy field under the blazing sun, carried logs until my shoulders reddened and became stiff, tapped rubber trees at 3 in the morning, climbed trees to pluck mangosteen and to hv fun, jumped from cliffs and fell countless times. My scars are my experience tattooed on my body. It's ugly; it's also my beauty.

So i'm supposed to write 3 comments every day over 5 days. And these 3 are for yesterday.

DAY 1

1. Even though the brief break was over n i felt like still wanna stay inside my cave for at least another year, i got to continue my life as a teacher trainee. Just a year ++ left now til i live my dream! Woohoo.
2. Thank God for all the kind and inspiring companions He sends me. Upah kalian besar di syurga... 
3. Yesterday i missed 2 persons sooo badly that it brought me to tears. Even the rain felt me. PtL both of them called me. Feel so much better and ready to soldier on. Hoyeah!

#taggedby mdm Koh Esther 许以斯帖
#spreadpositivity


Dear me, in case you forgot this, if you are having one of those toughest moment, remember to put your eyes on God. stop trying to carry everything and let God be God. rawrrr, You.

Love,
yne.
Shalom.

Growing up my siblings and i didn't really have toys. I remember Dad bought us dolls one each and that was it. In the 90's my family depended on Dad's mere RM800 pay and we lived just by having the basics. So the doll, mine was one of the Seven Dwarves. It was the size of an adult's head. It was maybe the emotionless one. bisi ka??? haha whatev. I loved to comb it's beard and sometimes trimmed it in case it got messy or too long. sillyhead, i am. It was my favorite toy because it was the only one i had.

Even though it was the only toy i had, back then we didn't really need toys to play with. With my friends, we could collect leaves, sticks, old can and kulat mata babi by Dayu Ingit river, played masak-masak with them and still had the time of our lives. Sometimes we'd just climb trees and / or went into bamboo plant (cos they grow in bunch) to play police and thieves. We took a handful of sands and mixed it with clay, buried it under the ground a few days and then we made them wrestle. Owning the sand ball that managed to win these matches was our greatest pride. Sometimes we would uproot a grass (yes you ipad gen, we could play with just grass), tied it by the ends and connected them with other's tied grass. We would pull and pull it until one of the grass was torn. We'd shave rampu betu's flesh (large cucumber, the orange ones) and let them float in the river to mimic sampans. We'd go to the river and play all kinds of games that involved swimming, jumping from cliffs and making castles / dam / little fish, crab and baby shrimp pond at the riverbed. Oh, oh we caught them with our little hands and shirt you know.

These are my treasured memories. What a life... To have fun, we don't have to spend thousands of ringgit notes. If we care enough to look around; and look closely, we could discover happiness- everywhere and in every form. It's free. It's always there for us to find, and claim.

For me, Happiness is to be always grateful of what we have, even with what we don't have.

Suppose phones, gadgets, laptops, pcs and the net never have existed, could you cope?

Love,
yne.
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