her anecdote.

Tryouts

2012-01-05T02:40:00.001-08:00

Remember the time when you were much younger in school, and sports day comes around, there’s always the tryouts. Where the fit gets through and the weak keeps trying. A time when butterflies would feel our stomach as we stand behind the lines marked on the ground. With one knee on the ground and the other ready to sprint, we wait for the whistle to blow. At this point, butterflies are multiplying by a hundred inside and our hearts beat fast and by the side of our eye are our opponents.

Ready, set, go.

It is not a question rather an initiation.

Ready? No.

Set? No.

Go.

The year started the same for her. She wasn’t ready, she wasn’t set, but she had to go. We all had to.

There is a difference to being lost and being on an adventure. Difference is when you have a map, some directions and the look on your face.

2011 didn’t wait for her to get ready and to get everything she wanted to get all set for the year. It just blew the whistle. Life is not a race, it will never be, unless you let it. Life has always been an adventure, a great crazy beautiful one to her. In the start of this journey, she wasn’t ready because she haven’t got a map, there was no plan, no exciting routes to look at or destination to look forward to.

This year, in the continuation of her journey last year, she had no map like an incomplete road drawn on a chart with the ends meeting blank spaces. But at the end of that map, she still had a friend. The one person who walked her through the journey before.

Like the track race, sometimes we aren’t ready. Sometimes the sun shines on our faces and we can’t see where we’re running and if we’re on the right track. That’s when you tune in only that familiar voice of your loved ones cheering you on by the sidelines, of the people you trust. And if you can’t see the end of the line, that’s alright, you’ll see it when you get there.

She didn’t have the security of a map in hand when she stepped into 2012, but she had a friend. A friend who made all the roads, who gave direction its meaning. And His voice is the only one she needs to listen when she can’t see. And as far as track races goes, when you’re running, remember the reason that got you running, and hold on to it. Because even if you might not be the first to cross the finish line, if you hold on to that one reason, you’re a champ already.

You never quit on your music. No matter what happens. Cuz anytime something bad happens to you, that's the one place you can escape to and just let it go. I learned it the hard way. And anyway, look at me. Nothing bad's gonna happen. You gotta have a little faith. – Quoted from August Rush

The journey we start could get rougher, it could get prettier, either way, what is that one thing you are not going to give up on through it all? Find that one thing, and if you have it, don’t let it go.

On a lighter note, here’s to a great adventure ahead.

Experiences

2011-11-22T08:51:00.001-08:00

Experiences teaches you, it makes you – a tougher you- only if you let it.

All our experiences are based on the past, but not all that happened in the past are necessarily an experience because experience is something that impacted you, that changed you –for the better or worse, an experience is something that caught you in the moment, it pulled you aside for a second and said remember this, and most often than not, it made you your own teacher and made you eat your own lessons - that’s an experience.

That time you dipped your cookie in the milk for too long, it became too soft and fell into bottom of the cup. That time when you sneaked out of class, or that time you deliberately didn’t do your homework and was asked to hand in the next day. Remember that experience when you fell because your shoe lace was untie or that time you woke up early on Saturdays just for your favourite cartoon. The experience when you were betrayed of your trust, the experience when you scored a distinction or that time you woke up late for an exam or the when you had the best times of your life. There are gazillions of experiences that we have, and each, has shaped us to be who we are today.

Based on experience you might think the point here is to tell you that you’re are in control of how you are going to feel about tomorrow. But the real point here is what you do not experience shapes you. Yes, the times you just ate what your mum cooked, you don’t remember them, but she might have worked hard at it. That time you had a seat in the train and standing in front of you was someone who had leg cramps.

Yes, its equally ridiculous to be remembering all that happens in our life, almost impossible psychologically. But we can remember this, that our inability to understand something shapes our ignorance. So while you and I are ignorant, as difficult as it may seem, lets not pass judgements.

Something she is learning to this very day.

Ocean Deep

2011-11-04T02:26:00.001-07:00

Come to think about it, life’s a lot like being thrown into the ocean (minus the sharks and jellyfishes)

We get thrown into it, and eventually we learn to swim and paddle through. If we keep with our strokes and our paddling, we get better, our muscles get stronger.

“The end of the year always excites me because its like the movies where the ending is always when everything happens”

– Mr Francis (Lecturer)

Less than two months away and the year comes to an end. We’re in the ocean, all of us, question is where in the ocean are we? Maybe you’ve been swimming along the coastline, or perhaps you took on the adventure and you’re paddling to the middle.

Reflecting on her journey thus far, she recalls taking a few risks, she had begun paddling towards the high tides. Yes, there were times she felt her legs cramp, there were times she get tired. Even every now and then she still does get tired, but that’s when she floats a while and enjoys the view of clouds passing by and the sound of water lapping on the surface.

The ocean can be a scary place or a wonderful one, and its up to you how you would like it to be. But whatever you do, move. Because someday there will be a higher, rougher wave, and if you’re not ready, it will hit you, push you deep and sink you down. She has her surfboard and she’s waiting for that wave. Now you, the year is coming to an end, like a movie it will finish with a bang, will you sink or will you surf?

We’re all in the ocean, question is where in the ocean are you now?

On a lighter note, while you’re in the ocean, make a few friends and keep the bond, because life’s more colourful with a few more people in it.

Everybody knows

2011-09-16T00:19:00.001-07:00

A new day, a new lesson to learn, a new experience, a second chance – to live.

Her eye shut tight as she holds in the pain. Tears flow because of helplessness, her body weakens and she feel her pulse drop. Last morning, a strange but surreal thought came to her mind. A thought that she believed with all her heart when breathing became harder and there were longer pauses between her pulse – that it was the end of the journey for her.

Today, now, the breath you just took in as you read this, and the one you just let out - its another chance to live. We’ve heard countless reminders to live like it was your last, and one day, it will be your last.

Love just because, forgive because someone forgave you, hug because it speaks more than words, laugh even in the toughest situation, cry because it releases you, share because it brings more meaning, take time to appreciate because you can – this is how she will live.

If it really is the end of the journey for you now, are there things that you’ve left incomplete? Go do that – today.

The stories we wrote.

2011-07-18T04:03:00.001-07:00

“Everyday is a new story” – Marissa

Time passes by so fast. Where she is now is a place far from where she was six months ago. The road she took when she begun the new journey and the potholes and turnings has lead her to a road far from where it all began.

We’re all writers. We’re all working on a book with our names imprinted on the front cover. But the stories we write are different. Some write tragedy, some write love stories, some write about dreams. Whatever it is we’re writing at this time of our lives, we are nevertheless writing. Writing – an active word because reading this, you’re still working on that book –your book.

Today, she flipped through her book, where the pages are stained with words. And as she read through how one chapter closed and opens to a new one, she saw how some of the character in the book exits and enters as well. But what caught her attention was how she wasn't always the writer of her book.

Writing is not always an easy process, sometimes living is easy, other times we wished it was easy. And those are the times some of us have handed our pen to circumstances, and the people around us. People who have bruised our pages, caused pain and smudged the page. We let them write our story.

We might have given away our pen last year, yesterday, or the day before, or maybe just now, but what’s wonderful is that we can take it back. And write our story, with our dreams filled with hope and love. But as you write, don’t draw a line away from torn friendship, and broken dreams. Drawing a line away from something to protect ourselves from harm and pain is something nobody taught us to do, but we have been so good at it. Instead, lets try drawing a line to it. And if you can, make connections, rebuild it, or else learn from it, but never hand the pen to it.

The book we write might not make it to the bestsellers list but as long as there are blank pages, keep writing, because its your book.

We’re all builders.

2011-05-29T05:59:00.001-07:00

Seasons – we all have it. In a funny way, it keeps our life in order, like a folder which entitles ‘when i was eight’ or ‘college and all the stuff we did’ . We all have seasons in our life like folders.

Last season was really something for her. She learnt so many life lessons she didn’t have time to note all of them down here.

Life is such that we’re always building. Some people are building their family, some are building their faith, some are building a relationship. We’re all builders. But everything built can also be broken.

Last season she tore quite a number of buildings she held dear to her heart. Imagine building something so long and then one day, all that has been built starts falling apart. It was difficult. More than that, it was confusing. But if she had the chance to go back to that season, she would do the same thing all over again.

You don’t have to be an architect to know that unless you have a firm foundation whatever that you have set your heart to build will not last very long. And firm foundation could sometimes mean you need to dig deeper before you pile in the strong irons that would hold that thing you’re building. And if there was already a building built on weak foundation, that’s when you tear that building down and start working on the foundation- if its worth all the trouble.

Sometimes you have to break to make - to make something better than before, something stronger.

But sometimes, after tearing that thing you been building, instead of building it back, you might consider just leaving it torn down to the ground because it isn’t worth building all over again. Other times you try and try to build, and it keeps falling apart. It can get frustrating, sometimes you rather just sit and watch it fall and not do anything anymore.

Sometimes it gets tiring, trying to build something that falls even when you lay the first brick. But it is when you get tired of trying, take some time, go someplace, take your mind off, regain strength, and when you’re ready, remember what made you want to build that building in the first place, and try again.

One reason – just one is all that is needed to build. Find that one.

Pursuit of an answer.

2011-04-12T04:20:00.001-07:00

“ The world is your classroom.” – mum

The past couple of days, she has been learning, not because she is living in that classroom but rather because she wants to.

Questions.

We all have them – no, it wasn’t the why questions, rather the what questions. If the world is her classroom, then she would like a refreshment course. She picked up the book she has been writing, the book that you and I have, flipping through the pages, she tries to look for a reason. An answer to one question – Love. A reason for love.

How can something affect us so mightily, how can something hurt us so much when it goes unnoticed, how is it that that something heal us, how can that very something affect us so much, and yet we don’t know what makes us do it.

Looking through the pages, she found no one definite reason. What makes us care that we care so much?

What.

In pursuit of the answer behind this question, she asked the very person who loves her. She asked, and uttered the words, the question came out right, but the answer came out unexpected.

The answer she received was not in words, but what welled up in the eye of the one she love. The drops that welled had a reflection of herself. She found more than an answer, she found love. That answered all.

The world is a classroom, but the teachers are not always right. She learnt today that sometimes, we do the things we do, just because we want to. We love the people we love - just because we do. We fight for what we believe in – just because we do. And she learnt it through a friend- a best friend.

Sometimes when you’re in a classroom and there is a question. You try to look for the answers, you open the books, you search through your own written book, but there is no answer. Well, stop flipping through, sometimes you learn the best things out of the classroom, sometimes the answers are not where you are searching.

Right now, you’re in a classroom. The teacher has a name tag that spells ‘M-I-S-T-A-K-E-S’. Why don’t you ask that teacher to take a sit, and you try taking over the class instead, because when you do, the lessons you learn and the meaning you will find will be extraordinary.

But in the midst of learning, don’t forget to live. Because in trying to answer her question, she almost forgot to do just that –live.

Live – just because.

Pocket full of words.

2011-04-06T11:43:00.001-07:00

Today she wore a jumpsuit. The kind that makes you feel like a child again. The kind that reminds you about that time you were a child and you discovered there is an empty little bag like thingy by the side of your pants people call pockets and that makes your boring pants so much more cooler. And the more pockets you have, the more cooler your pants is. Well, this jumpsuit was really really very cool.

Its a beautiful day. The sun didn’t shine too much, because the clouds had just poured rain, with the breeze blowing enough fresh air to make you feel like you’re on top of the world. She walked, like how you would on a day like this. She slips her hands to the sides into her pockets to keep it warm and nice, but it was filled with so many things – words.

Like the kind you would see on a kids cereal box, she had words inside her pockets. Lots of words. Words that discourages, words that heals, some lifts up, some puts down, and others broken. But all of it were in her pockets. In fact is explains the extra weight she has been carrying all along the journey.

Words are sometimes like knifes. As cliché as it may sound, you can use them to cut. Or to sharpen. But if not handled well, you might get a wound or cause someone else to. But no matter what the knife is capable of doing, remember we are the ones who hold the knifes. You and I.

Today, she pulled the words which were not worth keeping anymore. She kept words that sharpens instead, you should too. Because its not worth carrying the weight.

Hold your knife, blow a candle and cut a cake. Celebrate life, encourage. Because your knife is in your hands.

A friend better than a mirror.

2011-03-28T04:17:00.001-07:00

Sometimes people can’t see hope anymore, you don’t seem to see it that way . – Jas

Sometimes you look at the reflection at the mirror and all you see is where the spots are, where the freckles are.

Today in her journey, she stepped into a place filled with mirrors. Mirrors of all kind. One that enlarges, one that shrinks, that heightens and one that shortens. But the things that only seem to reflect back is the spots.

Today, she stood in the mercy of her reflection with a question.

Is she enough? For all the things she does, is she enough? Is she enough for everyone and every other thing?

Sometimes in our lives, all we need is a new perspective, a reassurance, a friend.

Just that time a friend came into that room with mirrors, and for every reflection, her new company saw something in that reflection that she fail to see all along.

Hope and preservation.

And that was enough for her. To know that she is of hope and that she never stops trying. These two words will resound in her head for a very long time, like water to one who thirsts, it will sustain her spirit.

You too are more than the man in the mirror. Much more. Pass the freckles, pass the marks on your face, there is something inside of you. You are made for a reason but instead of wasting your time searching for that reason, start living first. Because I believe unless you start living, no other reason will matter.

Someone once said, ‘ don’t ask what the world needs, ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.”

You are more than your reflection tells you.

The world needs someone like you. - Jas

The wait.

2011-03-19T09:49:00.001-07:00

How much of human life is lost in waiting. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

We’re constantly waiting for something. Whether it’s a cab, or a relationship to bloom, or a decision, or somebody, or for a day, or for life. We’re constantly waiting.

Someone once said that the hospital is a place people go with questions but in which they do not come out with an answer but an extension. I walked into a ward and on every bed laid a life – a story. In this room there were two stories.

Erica

Her book of life is stained with blood - blood from her wrist. As I entered the room, I see her sit up on her bed talking to the company of people who comes to lend a support, who tries to wipe that blood stains on her book and flip it to a new page, who is trying to give her one reason to live.

A few feet away, lay another story, an aged one. One in which wisdom whispers through its pages, and its pages reaching the end.

Pakiam

Her fragile body lay quiet on the mattress. Her hair white pulled neatly to a knot behind, every strand representing the years she took upon writing her pages. As I watched her lay, her brittle legs start moving. And she pushed her legs out of bed by the side bars of the bed. Her hands held tight on the bar as she pushed herself to the corner of her bed. All she ever wants to do is stand. But because her legs were too weak she couldn’t.

I listened as Pakiam spoke of the people she loves. Her children, whom oblivious for her own good that they have abandoned her long ago. She took my friend who was standing next to me as her child, and begun talking about the times she has been waiting for her.

It’s ironic that the one whose book is left with so many blank chapters is trying to end the book. The one who has all the support is still in need of love. The one who can stand wants to fall. But the one who’s book is about to end, has not stopped writing. The one who has no support, and who is abandoned can show love. And the one who knows she will fall if she stands up, never stops trying.

But what more is that this two stories are just laying a few feet away from each other in the same room – waiting. Waiting to leave the room for different reasons.

In many ways, we are all waiting. Question is, what are we waiting for? The great John Lenon says, life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans. I think, life is what passes you by when you’re busy waiting.

If only we all know the reason Pakiam tries to stand up again and again although she knows she will most definitely fall, we might stop waiting any longer and try standing up. Try at least – to put one feet in front of another. To move. To live life as it comes.

Pakiam stood up again the next day. She fell again with her legs bruised. But that very day, her daughter had come to see her.

What are you waiting for?

This day.

2011-03-11T09:46:00.001-08:00

We are very positive people – very.

We live our lives as if we are going to live forever. We go to bed so assured that we’ll wake up tomorrow, just like any other day.

Today, a child feels lost, a brother weeps, a sister grieves, a father breaks, a mother mourns. Today, a loved one is missing. All this happened suddenly – today.

Only heaven knows the hearts of the ones who mourn in Japan.

Quotes warn us to speak love to the ones we love, but instead we’ve made friends with pride.

A few hours ago, a friend sent false report that Malaysia might be hit with earthquake. Before her mind could process the impossibility of that happening, the faces of people she would like to meet before anything happens flashed in her mind, the things she would tell them.

We know that incredible speech everyone gives about living your life to the fullest and with no regrets. And she has been doing just that, but only until a few hours ago, there was a shift in her heart. There are still things that she hasn’t done today- those faces.

Live every day as if it were your last and then some day you'll be right.- H.H. "Breaker" Morant

If news comes that your nation is to be hit by a deathly disaster now. What would you do?

Live today. Live now.

Broken Bridge

2011-02-22T04:52:00.001-08:00

Broken Bridge

Sometimes we break, most of the time we are broken because of circumstances, because of people, but nonetheless, we all have been broken once before.

Nothing lasts forever.

Oh how very protective can one be? Just like the saying, with much expectation comes much disappointment, she holds on to these three words, just so she won’t build on anything- bridges to be specific. Instead she found bricks, more than she’ll ever need.

Piling up the bricks one on another, more than building walls, she made a prisoner of herself. And engraved on the walls to remind her to never break that wall was those three words – Nothing Lasts Forever.

Wall with no rooftop.

Building the walls, she could still see the sky from where she stood. Sometimes, we hold on to something we believe, not because its true, but because that is the only possible explanation to everything that is happening. But deep deep down, you hope someone or something can tell you differently.

A voice.

No, not the scary one, but a still small one. Like your heart.

Look at the stars of the sky. Its beautiful. Sometimes, the clouds may pass and you can’t see the stars no more. You search and you cannot find, but its there. Something’s do last, but sometimes it seems as if its not there, but just you wait, when the clouds disappear, you’ll see its been there the whole time.

But even if something do break you, just you make sure its worth breaking for or else, mend it.

Your Scene.

2011-02-11T08:01:00.001-08:00

Gandhi said that whatever you do in life will be insignificant. But it's very important that you do it. I tend to agree with the first part. – Remember Me (movie)

The past couple of months, she has listened to people talk about their dream, their passion, their wishes and hopes. There’s always a bright smile on their face and so much enthusiasm when they speak of these things. Somehow, their every word seem lighter and takes speed, like they have been waiting to speak of it about that dream that repeats itself in their head like a scene in a movie that keeps replaying in your head even after the movie credits starts rolling.

But most often, the scene which they speak about ends where it started. Like how when you listen to the same song, when it reaches the end, it goes to the beginning and stops, and ready to play again just in case you’d like to listen to it again. Time is what we say keeps us from making that scene a reality. Some say, there isn’t enough time, some say maybe another time, other say it’s impossible.

You and I, we have dreams. Making it happen isn’t going to be as easy as uttering the words. But its important we try anyway.

A good friend said, “ Try. Don’t not try.”

Try- these simple word with three letters seem so insignificant, but it carries challenges, it encourages, it builds hopes and picks you up again, because even if you stumble and fall,you can always try again.

If you could hear me, I would say that our finger prints don't fade from the lives we've touched.

One day when our journey end, the things we do may be insignificant, but as long as it served its purpose at that time, then its worth doing. The choices we make doesn’t only define us, but it brings meaning to others.

Whatever you do in life will be insignificant, but it's very important that you do it. Because nobody else will.

Try. She will.

Quotes from Remember Me (Movie)

Blindsided.

2011-02-01T11:14:00.001-08:00

Its been 33 days since she ventured into this new adventure.

“You really have bad eyesight!” Denise

Glasses.

They come in different sizes, thickness, and now even colours. She never liked using glasses. Its as if there is a frame in everything that she sees.

Frodo: I can't do this, Sam.

Sam: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened?

From a distant she heard voices. As she walks to get a better view, she sees a blur image of a group of people standing side by side, talking- deeply. As she approaches even nearer, she sees strain on their foreheads, their brows bending sharp, what sounded like discussion were turning into commotion. Some were bending over back to take a look at the table, some were tilting their heads as they sit on the ground, trying to take a look at what was on the table.

A different glass.

Some said the cup was half full, some said, it was rather half empty. Some just didn’t care. One just walked over and drank that glass of water, put it back on the table and walked away.

But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand.

What she see matters, what you see matters. But if shouting out what we see causes trouble and defeats the whole point of choosing to see that something, then what she sees and what you see does not matter one bit.

A dying man might ask for a glass of water. Now if we’re going to be arguing about if he literally wants it in a glass or a mug, soon the man will die and there is no point in even talking about the glass. What you see and I see only matters if it helps, if it builds, if it constructs.

“If you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything”- Bambi the movie.

Because its so easy to break then to build.

I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.

Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?

Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for.

— "The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers "

What you see matters, but why you see what you see matters more.

2010 is going to be beautiful – Ashley Chan

2010-12-29T19:18:00.001-08:00

Indeed 2010 was beautiful in its own way.

It all started by the roadside, where she stood.Watching how the rays of the sun pierced through the puff of clouds, so forcefully,and yet so natural at the same time. The day couldn’t look more promising. Her suitcase sat heavy with new expectation, and new resolution on the ground by her feet, waiting with her to embark on a new journey.

Then came a roaring sound of engine of a bus. The destination reads : 2010. She has never seen so many people inside one bus. It was wrecked, with iron steels bare exposing the rust and seats close to the one in front. But it was filled with people from different places, backgrounds, culture, but all looking forward to their destination.

Little did they know that 2010 was no destination because 2010 begun in that bus. Friends were made, old friends got closer, some got further. Lessons were learnt, some are easy but most were hard, just like medicine, the bitterness settles for good. She learnt to let go of something she has been holding on for something new. Just like how a climber would let go of one rock to get to another above. Letting go was never easy, but it was a move that brought her to greater heights. It was in that bus that tears and pain was shared. And it was through the pain and tears that best friends and strangers turned into family. It was in that very bus that so much joy and laughter was shared.

While there were a few who waited for her to stumble and fall, there were also the ones who waited to embrace her when she fell, to help her up on her feet. She thank God for these ones the most.

It has been a long journey.From a distant she see a stop. The bus slows as it reaches to a halt. Getting down the steps, she reflects on the many beautiful memories made in the bus of 2010. She remembers the lessons, she remembered how she found her Maker again.

And soon enough, as the bus of 2010 left us, another roaring sound of an engine came approaching. This time, this bus reads : 2011. The bus ride up 2010 was good, but it was where the ordinary was. The roads were safer, the struggles were the same as any ordinary man. So this time, she decides to hitch hike up 2011.

Where the road might take her she don’t know. Her baggage is no longer with her. She doesn’t have the sun to shine for her, the moon to light her darkness, nor the wind to blow away her coming tears. Instead she has the Maker of all this.

Let the adventure begin!

Blessed 2011.

Dream chasers

2010-12-22T20:35:00.001-08:00

A journey of a thousand mile starts with a single step.

She speaks of dreams like its a forgotten chapter in the life’s manual. But that gives us all the reason to speak of it more. For when we were little, we knew little, but we dream more. As we grew, we knew more, and dream little.

There was a little chapter in her life’s book, it reads- Unfulfilled Dreams- as the title. Yes, there are some dreams which goes unfulfilled. Yes, I am a believer of dreams, I believe that if you believe in something so bad, go for it. But there are times when some dreams have some other things attached to it, sometimes its other people, sometimes the time just isn’t right, sometimes, we give it up for the better.

As you write the pages of your life, there are times, that you can’t help but turn the pages back. And see all that remains of it are just unfulfilled hopes and desires. And its difficult not to wish all of that came to pass. Yes, we are grateful and blessed for all that we have, for all that we have achieved and all the things money cannot buy. But that lingering feeling of what if things were different.

She knows, maybe you do too, that there is a time for everything and for everything there is a time. We may know the time of the day, and the season of the year, and our timeline on earth as we live each day. But there is a great Timekeeper who knows the times and seasons of our life. Although knowing this raises hope and faith but that isn’t going to diminish the feeling we have about the dreams that are still in our heads and not a reality.

History maker.

I never got to wrap my mind around what that actually means. For it seems like it carries so much meaning then just living and building a past to reminisce about. How do you make history when its something that is no longer the present? I didn't know until now.

Someone said live today like there is no tomorrow, and dream as if you have a long time to live. Instead she learnt this, live today as if all the unfulfilled dreams and desires in the past are better off remained as just dreams because in reality you are so much more than what could have been if that dream were to come true. A history maker changes the course of history by writing it. So the only way to change the direction of the where your past is leading is by living differently now. But that’s just about changing your history. What if you lived for a greater cause, imagine what greater history you might make.

Make all that broken dreams seem like its best broken, for where you are now might not be where you would have been should that dream turn into reality. A journey of a thousand mile starts with a single step, take that step with the Timekeeper, for time is in His hands. After all, He Himself made and is still making history.

So dream chasers, turn around, walk to your broken dreams and thank God its broken, because right now, you’re a history maker. Live for a greater cause, desire for greater things and make history. Don’t stop dreaming, there’s where the unimaginable starts looking not so impossible.

The world is waiting.

Blessed Christmas and have a Rocking New Year.

Story writers.

2010-11-26T11:05:00.001-08:00

Story writer.

If life was a story, then we must be the writer. And every blank page is a page filled with endless possibility, with no limitation. It is only when we begin to write them down, limitations exist, boundaries to our dreams.

Dreams are such beautiful things, filled with hope and desire. One of the three things a man can never be taken from are his dreams, that is unless you give them away.

“If you have a dream, you got to protect it.” - Pursuit off Happyness

You know how she used to say, when dream shatters, and hope seem to have lost its way, pick the pieces up, put them together? The past few month was different. More so today.

Sometimes the broken pieces are so heavy, sometimes picking it up might only cut you even more, it might cut the healing wound. And so, in her anecdote today, she learnt to let it go. I’m not saying throw all your hopes and desires, I'm saying let it go – for now. I won’t lie, its not easy to build something and watch it parish, but move on. Because there is someone who would come picking up the the broken pieces. Whether He decides to put the pieces together or to throw them altogether, I am unsure, but I am sure He loves us too much to watch us walk away with brokenness.

A new step.

Its never easy making a new step. A step of faith, of trust. Trust by itself has its own strings of disappointment attached to it. Perhaps, that is why we rather not trust. But a new step she chose to make anyway. With this new step, who knows where the road might take her, the stories she might write,the footprints of this journey that marks trust, faith, hope and love. A new chapter in her book, maybe a chapter that would never close. Just maybe.

Even if the new stories she writes might have smudges that looks like disappointment. She knows there is an Editor, who knows better. He knows the beginning and the end of every story she writes. He knows yours too. And He will make sure the end will be a beautiful one for He knows your heart and your desires.

So write your story, and trust the Editor. It’s going to be one great book. Take a new step while you’re at it. A fresh start.

Bless this Broken Road

2010-10-14T22:29:00.000-07:00

In her journey the last few months, she has been walking along a familiar path. Only this one seem worse. Cracks, potholes and what not. She tried to cover the holes and cracks oblivious to where that path was leading her.

It takes two to make but one to break.

And what stood before her was a long, narrow, broken road she must take. Sometimes the roads aren't so smooth, the sky seem gloomy, all the colors in life might fade, and that is the only road there is. Take it. Let hope be your strength, love guard your steps and faith your light. Take this road for it will lead you to another place. If that place is going to be better or worse, nobody knows. We can only ask that the Lord Bless This Broken Road that it may wake us up to better days.

What doesn't break you, only makes you stronger.

But if you do break, let time heal you.

Until then, hold on. Its going to be a rough ride.

Good day.

Resurface-ing.

2010-10-08T01:54:00.000-07:00

Its been two days.

I cannot wait to meet with you again, under the dark skies, the bright stars. Your smell refreshes my senses, calms me down. With your every touch, comes new adventure. When you carry me, it feels like I am carried by everlasting arms. Even if I fall, you are always there waiting to catch me. and when I fail to breathe, and my world seem like its slowly crumbling, you push me up to breathe,to show me - there is still hope.

Underwater. There was where she has been dwelling.

Reasons.

Come to think about it. We all need a reason to breathe, to resurface. But sometimes in life's journey, we loose our reason. Or the very reason we have been holding onto, might seem like it wasn't worth holding on to after all. But sometimes, there really isn't a reason, not one. That's when you begin breathing underwater. Because you realize there isn't a reason worth fighting for, there isn't a reason to change the situation. So you let things be.

People. They walk in and out-of our life. But there are also the ones who does more walking in and sharing joy and tears than taking the exit. Those are the precious loved ones. I am more than thankful for them.

On a lighter note, you who are broken. There has been so many reason made over the years, reasons for you not to believe again, reasons to break your dreams and to give away your childhood.

Find a reason to breathe. A reason - worth fighting for.

Believe again. Resurface- to a new beginning. Its waiting for you.

Good day.

I'll meet you on the other side of the world chlorine water.

The stories we tell the kids.

2010-09-28T01:11:00.000-07:00

"You may spend years building something, and someone might just break it in a moment. Build it anyway".
-poster inscription.

It didn't rain that day, miracle had lost its way. But friends and family found their way, support and encouragement came, and at that point, that was all she needed.

Sometimes we need to fall, to be strong again. And that day, she did. It was going to be a hard crash, but it didn't hurt that much because there were beautiful people waiting to catch her from below. Most importantly, one mighty hand. He didn't let go, and He never will.

" Everyone falls, the only difference is how fast do you rise up again."
- Dr Suriya

The stories we tell the little ones are of dreams which comes true, that good man always win. But as we grow, we learn not all dreams come true. Good people do loose sometimes. But then again, that is for you to decide. Your dream might be crushed and stepped upon, and you can leave the broken pieces laying there, or, pick the broken pieces up and put them together again. When you pick it up, that is when heroes are born, and good people win. Because too many has had their share of vision broken, many has blown off the burning passion, the world needs to know that the flames are still there, its waiting for you.

You can be a hero.

Pick the pieces up, so we wont have to tell the kids a different story.

Good people do win. Dreams do come true. There are happy endings, but for now, the story hasn't ended.

Good day.

A toast to uncertainty.

2010-09-23T04:29:00.001-07:00

She waits.

INGREDIENTS

4 tablespoon of Time
2 1/2 tablespoon of Sweat
1 large tablespoon of Tears
1 large squeeze of Passion
2 leaves of Vision
2 cups of Courage
A pinch of Faith and Persistence
A handful of Believe
A jug of Hope

1. First, get a large empty container. It might be dry and empty, but that would still work. Put in 2 leaves of Vision. Be sure not to tear them apart.

2. Then add in 4 tablespoons of Time. It usually takes more than just 4 tablespoons but don't use too much of Time, or there won't be anymore left for your family and friends and yourself.

3. As time settles in the container, it will need 2 1/2 cup of sweat and 1 large tablespoon of Tears.

4. The smell of the ingredients put together at this point might be bad or rather tiring, but that can be solved with a large squeeze of Passion.

5. Then, some would like to add 2 cups of fear instead of Courage, but I would highly recommend that you add in 2 cups of Courage. You might need more, depending on how the others might think of the Vision.

6. Now, it might smell taste like doubt, so add in a pinch of Faith and Persistence. Yeap, that's all the Faith you need, a pinch. Don't forget to throw in a handful of Believe.

7. The final part is adding one of the important ingredient. Pour in a jug of Hope. You will need a lot of it.

8. Now stir them and let them sit in the jug. Let it settle.

NOTE : This drink might taste like disappointment, but it might also taste like sweet victory. It all depends now on the time left to set aside and the amount of miracle foam that might appear on the top layer. Yes, the Miracle layer must form by itself. You can try asking though its not sold.

Miracle Foam, wait for it. Don't prepare this drink by yourself, you might get really tired and you might just fall off. Be sure to get a good friend to make it with you.

There they wait, to make a toast to uncertainty.

Good day.

Take A Different Turn

2010-09-18T01:20:00.001-07:00

She was going to the rivers, but she took a different turn, and she found herself near the ocean instead.

Breath of life. She encountered those three words. It sounds so refreshing, so fulfilling, words cannot describe. What does it mean really she doesn't know. She cannot define it. But she feels it. Familiar?

Definitions.

Its almost funny how as the earth decays, and we step into a new day, our arguments, our discussions, and decisions are made based on definitions. Define God or define love. Those are the two questions many still prefer boggling their mind over. For the record though, God is Love.

Back to defining, in other words, giving meaning. That is the whole purpose of having definitions isn't it? Or at least it was the purpose initially. Now, the instead of giving meaning and painting a clearer picture, instead it serves to limit our minds, our feelings. Funny isn't it?

Breath of life.

Life - you are without definition, and yet we're thrown into you. Just when we thought we have it all figured, you toss and turn us upside down, you paint us a different picture just to show us, there is more - much more.

Life. Live it with love guarding your steps. Let Love help you forgive, because It does. Let Love help you hold on, because It will never let your foot slip. Love, because Love created life.

This is how her mind took a different turn, for all it was searching was life, but Love was what found.

Now you take a different turn, see where that might lead you.

Good day.

Make it happen

2010-09-08T23:01:00.000-07:00

Movies. Sometimes the most inspiring things or rather words, hits you when you least expect it.

There is always a story behind every man who walks away from his dream.
- Make it Happen (movie)

But that doesn't give you all the reason to walk away from yours. Run after your dreams, pursue it, live it, then tell a different story.

But its so much easier said than done isn't it? A good friend once said, at times we forget why we chose the routes that leads us to where we are now. But just keep walking anyway, because you're halfway there.

Now, come to think about it, it makes a lot of sense. Keep running, and when you get tired, keep walking, but if you're too weak and need rest, take a seat-rest but don't stop dreaming because that way, when you wake up, you'll have a reason to run again.

Good day.

Let it rain

2010-09-06T03:35:00.000-07:00

Her anecdote.

The past couple of weeks has been so wonderful to her, it still is - a little. That's because the past couple of weeks has turned its back on her, and is plotting with disappointment and worry. Some say, it is only after a fall, we will stand up stronger, I couldn't agree more. Now, I'm not suggesting that she is falling. She is slipping, yes, not falling. She is loosing her grip, loosing her steps-yes. We've all been there isn't it? Doubts, worry and anxiety.

The Ark.

She has been working on- lets say a huge ark. Because she thought the rain was going to come- a flood. So she makes the announcements, builds the boat and gathers the people. A lot of people. And these people have said their goodbyes to their belongings, some have crushed their homes and memories built. So she's really positive about this ark and the rain, and the flood. Only problem here is, the past few days the sky seemed really clear and bright, like it could almost laugh at her plans.

Knock

That's when doubt came knocking at her door. And she can still hear its voice. Then again, she remember someone once said, when doubt comes knocking at your door, let faith get the door. If only its as easy as it is said. Especially when faith likes playing hide and seek.

Wait and Believe.

But it all comes down to a choice isn't it. A choice to search faith or loose it and find fear instead. Its time to wait and believe. The ark is built, the people are here. Now, wait and believe. Sometimes its so difficult to believe, to let faith answer the door when fear has reached the door handle. Difficult - but not impossible. As of now, the doors are still unanswered.The knocks are turning into loud bangs now.

Well, if you happen to bump into faith, tell her I'm looking for her. Tell her its urgent.

Lord, let it rain - please.

Expectations.

2010-07-14T22:35:00.000-07:00

You wake up this morning, sitting up on your bed, and you just know your backbone will hold you up. Just like how you know your legs will be stnading you up. But what if it falls?

That was one of the many random thoughts that crossed her mind today.

Expectations.

We live by expectations- peoples' and ours'. Expectation is good, its helps make good things better. Helps us hope and strive towards a goal. But living up to it isn't so easy. What if things don't go as expected? Dissapointment stands by your door.

Today's journey started off like many other days, only, it ended rather differently. So she thought she had the day all planned. Less did she know it was going to take a different turn. For the past couple of weeks now, she hasn't moved, no climbing mountains, no taking on new challeges, no swimming in the river, no reaching for the rainbow. None of that.

She stood.

For a very long time she stood at that same place. Knowing that there was so much to do, so much to achieve. So much of power given, and with those power came not only responsibility but expectations too. Her world was closing down on her- and she continues to stand there.Doing nothing.

Papa said.

He taught her once- you got to learn to loose. Now it all makes sense. Because at this point, all she wanted was to be able to fall and not be afraid to get hurt, to run and then take time to stop for air, to fail, and not fear the consequence, because its another way to learn. She learnt how to loose.

It is only when I doubt yourself, you will fall-A stranger told her that day. A stranger turned friend. This is a phase, it will soon pass, and its okay to sit a while and rest, but remember to get back up, remember the fight you have fought, gain strength, most of all, remember who you are.

I thank God for you, friend. And backbone.

Back to where it all begun.

2010-07-07T03:59:00.000-07:00

Tired.

She was tired. There is too much going on. It was that time in the journey you can only remember seeing the scorching sun, and there is no one else but you. And all you see are mountains and mountains waiting for you to climb. The hill before her seem so difficult to climb, suddenly loneliness becomes her company.

She is lost.

The passion, its missing. What was she fighting for, she cannot recall. One decision lead to another and another and now she isn't sure if the very place she is stnading is where she wanted ot be in the first place.

She holds on.

She didn't need rest, she didn't need a break, all she needed was re-assurance. In His beautiful letters she recalled the words- there is nothing He would give that she cannot handle. This place she is in now, this position, this circumstance are all happening for a reason. Yes, she is still tired. But with what little reassurance she has, she holds on.

It is well with my soul.

The journey is going to be long, and it would be even longer if you remain walking without knowing what used to make you run and fly. Maybe its time to journey back to where it all begun. Back to the passion, the dream, the heart.

The doors.

2010-06-18T02:11:00.000-07:00

A door before her.

All her life, she always heard of people speaking of doors of opportunity, doors of new wonders, but not much about the exit. Probably because the exit is always perceived as a bad thing. But being in a room with closed door, isn't really a good thing, because the longer she stayed in the room, the more uncomfortable she start getting, and thats when she starts to realize that the walls of the room seem to be closing down on her. The room she sat in begin to seem so small, like there wasn't enough air to breath anymore.

She took the exit.

The gesture of opening the door could mean an exit or an entrance. Before you could open a door, you've got to close the one you're in. And who said leaving was ever easy? Closing the doors behind her, all she remember is the reason she took the exit, she recalls the words..

If you know you are worth more than that, than go and get what you're worth for.

So she did. Now how about you?

The dream.

2010-06-08T01:08:00.000-07:00

Remember that time you woke up into a beautiful day. A new day with new promises and new experiences. But then it slowly started to get darker, the clouds began to gather, like its forming a dark shadow against you.

She ran.

There are two ways a man can run. He can either run away or run towards something. But she's running, towards or away, she has no idea. Some say she is running away from her duties, some say she is running towards ruins. She needed a solace. So she ran, until she came to a dead end. And all there was before her eye was the open sea.

She jumped.

The salt water pierced into her eye. It gushed into her lungs, forcing the air out, and slowly pulling her down under. Until she heard a voice ask-why jump?

When she awoke to another day, she did not find a solace. Because thats not what she really needed to rise up again. But she found something else. She found a reason. Just one reason to keep going on.

I hope you will find it someday too.

Her anecdote.

2010-05-30T09:07:00.000-07:00

Life is journey. Sometimes the journey is long, sometimes its short. At times it teaches, other times it punishes. I'll elaborate no further, not for now at least. But life is a journey, and this is a record of her journey-the lessons that came along, the encouragement that lifted her, the faith that kept her going.

Her anecdote.