I thank God for every single person He has blessed me with in my life. Those who love me and stick around when I'm hard to deal with, those who have been there to just listen..listen..listen.., those wise ones who have given me such wonderful advice which at times were difficult to heed, and especially now, I thank God for those who I have found it difficult to communicate with. By blessing me with all those other people who stick around to listen to my 'woes' and reminded me of His word, I am finally ready to slowly but surely show love to those who I should love. Which includes (first and foremost) those who I find it difficult to communicate with.
p/s : God works in such interesting/surprising ways. Who would have ever guessed that my boss's wife would call me up for the first time and be the one who finally prepared my heart to heed God's teaching in my life.
Sunday, 5 February 2012
Taken at : Home
I've been really busy lately and so I decided to have a lazy Sunday afternoon at home to reflect on a few things. The sermon today was about being different as a Christian. How easy is it for someone who has just met you to notice that there is something different about you? Or do you appear to be just like any other person?
This is my first time at painting. (I'm really really bad at art - it was the only subject I managed to fail in high school). Really liked the picture that came out in the end. Hopefully, I'll be doing this more. Also wondering if I should give this to someone for Valentine's Day, since it's coming quite soon.
Thursday, 2 February 2012
Taken at : i-City Shah Alam
Went for dinner and spent some time enjoying the lights and atmosphere at i-City. Beautiful LED lights all around the place, perfect for taking pictures. There was also a snowhouse there, which I couldn't enjoy as much because I didn't have proper footwear on. My toes were frozen by the time we got out. I've also been hoping for a long time to go on a ferris wheel, and I managed to do that tonight! :)
Monday, 30 January 2012
A photo a (almost-every)day #2 :
Yesterday was the last day of holiday before I go back to work. The whole week of Chinese New Year celebrations was amazing and I really enjoyed the break. Wore my cheongsam for the last time before it goes into the wardrobe until the next opportunity to dress up :)
Sunday, 29 January 2012
A photo a (almost-every)day #1 :
Went to a live basketball match for the first time today. It was Malaysia vs Vietnam, and Malaysia won 97-86. Thoroughly enjoyed the game and built up my guts to ask to take a picture with one of the players.
Wednesday, 4 January 2012
There was once a little boy who was a nomad.
Ever since he could remember, he survived on fruits he picked in the wild.
He knew not where he came from, or who his parents were.
He made friends with everyone.
Little animals were his playmates and they wrapped him warm when he slept at night.
Sometimes he would roam out of the wild and into civilisation.
He enjoyed looking at how humans lived, how they walked around in their smart attires to work
And the beautiful buildings - such a vast difference from his habitat of tall trees and prickly bushes.
He would sometimes build up his courage to speak to the people who he met.
When they spoke of their important jobs, and what they hoped to buy with the money they made -
He would stay silent and listen intently.
He listened in awe and wonder at how humans just like him could do such amazing things.
Build such majestic buildings, work at such high-flying jobs, do so much!
Most of the time, they would continue talking and he would happily listen.
But most of all, he always looked forward to listening to them talk about their families.
He loved listening to how parents spoke proudly of their children and the places they would bring them to enjoy the weekend together - but often to his disappointment, these conversations were few.
He would often imagine having a family of his own, and parents who cared for him.
Sometimes when they stopped for a moment and wondered about this boy who seemed so different,
He would quietly tell them about how he lived.
Sometimes they would listen in disbelief at how he did not even know who his parents were,
And how he had to look for a place to lay his head every night.
But mostly they never even listened.
One night after a long day wandering around one of the biggest cities he had ever been in,
Little Nomad lay down on a big wide rock and gazed at the stars that filled the sky.
The conversations he had had with the people he met that day were running through his head.
Someone had asked him that day -
"Why don't you come live in the city? You speak our language, there shouldn't be a problem for you to get a job just like us and stay happily here instead of hunting and living such a wild life in the wilderness."
He fell asleep that night underneath the stars with this question on his mind.
As the Little Nomad grew up and became a strong young man,
He would take care of the little animals who had become his family.
When they were sick, he would search far and wide for medicinal leaves to cure their illnesses.
The animals could see how kind he was and often brought him gifts to show their appreciation for his kindness.
The Nomad still sometimes visited the cities to see how they had developed,
But he no longer spoke to the humans there.
He had been too disappointed the last time when he saw how selfish they were becoming and how their families were falling apart due to their self-centredness.
Sometimes as he lay beneath the stars, he still hoped for a life like theirs -
Filled with blessings, love, and most importantly, a family.
A life where he would stop being a nomad, and settle down once and for all.
But he would be different from them.
He would be contented.