Heart Talk

Had a painful conversation with my dad a couple of hours ago because of the company I keep with. Or more like an invitation to go down KL.

Someone advised me that "Only God can look into the heart of another person and deal with it."

So I prayed.

And He just made it alright.
We had another proper talk (without the emos) and although we don't have a mutual agreement, at least a mutual understanding of what he is concern about and what made me upset about was reached.

I am still a tad upset inside, but I guess seeing that He is in charge makes a small comforting difference right now.

It's time to think happier things.
Tomorrow morning we are going to SAMBA!!!! Woo hoo!
So glad I'm not down there. Hahahaha!
And I get to 'goreng' awesomely on 'The Lord Reigns'.

Sometimes I am amazed at how much some friendships have developed over the years.
To the point where I am not grumbling anymore about this and that.
Or is it just maturing in progress?

A story continued...

Once upon a time, the man who had some parts of his kidney out had to have his prostrate out as well. Not only was it suppose to cause him to have no more ejaculation but his bladder control was going to be different for some time after the operation. However, it was advised that to have it removed now while he was still strong and healthy was safer than having it removed in later years. So along the days before his operation, he goes around reassuring everyone that it was just a minor operation, perhaps hoping by saying those words that he would believe them himself. But his only daughter saw through the facade, and recalled the pain he had to go through the first time, that first night, although he doesn't remember anymore that night after his kidney operation. Perhaps it was best that he never remembers, for it was a night that was so frightening that she cringed at the thought of it. Prayerfully, that was not something she'd have to go through again. And so, the night before the surgery, everyone was very civil to one another. Him, trying to look calm for her, while her, trying to be calm for his sake.

Prayers to the Big Daddy would be much appreciated.

A New Leaf

He came to my desk with a quivering lip —



The lesson was done.


“Dear Teacher, I want a new leaf,” he said,


“I have spoiled this one.”


I took the old leaf, stained and blotted,


And gave him a new one all unspotted,


And into his sad eyes smiled,


“Do better, now, my child.”






I went to the throne with a quivering soul —


The old year was done.


“Dear Father, hast Thou a new leaf for me?


I have spoiled this one.”


He took the old leaf, stained and blotted,


And gave me a new one all unspotted,


And into my sad heart smiled,


“Do better, now, my child.”

Kathleen Wheeler, "A New Leaf"

The Father's heart is so much more than we tend to remember, tend to think of.
Day by day, we are made new every morning.
And we do need to be reminded of it, from time to time.
On days where discouragements seems to come one after another.
Or the emotional rollercoaster is turned on.
Or even just on those days when everything is going well for us.
We, frankly don't dwell enough in His love.
*And I have no idea why I just typed all that using 'we' and 'us'.

Season Dawns

Sometimes seasons come and go, without us realizing them.

A new season has begun this April.
I find myself holding new responsibilities, having tenacity on the ones I've had
And most of all, having a glimpse on what is to come.

I'm not ready for these new responsibilities or what is to come.
It is strange to hear the quavering of my own voice.
I laugh at how nervous I really am inside.

But I do know one thing.
He's in charge. Not me.
And for that certainty, I have a peace in me. Somewhere.

All in a day's work

What is it about aging that frightens?

What is it about dreams and reality not equating that frustrates?

What is it about being on an emo rollercoaster thats just not professional?

Trust. In. Our. Only. Hope.

So hold on to me tight

Hold on, I promise it'll be alright

Cause we are stronger here together

Then we could ever be alone

Just hold on to me

Don't you ever let me go

                                                                -excerpt from Michael Buble's 'Hold On'