Too Unstilted To Be Stolen

It is not easy for people to "believe".

For us who believe, we would simply say, "Why is it so hard for them to believe?"

For them who have not, perhaps, parts of their hearts are touched already, but somehow they still cry out for more proofs.

For you whose hearts are broken,

For you who have been through pain and sorrow,

For you who are imprisoned, captured by hopelessness,

For you whose eyes are blinded with bitterness and hatred,

oh yes, you cry out for liberation and strength to step out of your broken shell of life.

oh yes, you are dying to have that sacred and pure love.

Look around you right now, feel how the impossible things can happen...

how the flowers bloom, how you can walk, how colours are created, how the sun can shine the whole earth, how things can occur..

it might seems like these happen ordinarily, but can you make them happen? no, you can't without the strength, wisdom, everything given by God.

So, each breath you breathe, each step you take, it's another miracle. Can you count the miracles you witness just in one day? there are so many of them that they seems ordinary.

What does it take for them to happen? just a glimpse of faith and belief, for He has made all the impossible, possible.

Imagine, how His LOVE abounds us everyday.

It's overwhelming...

So, every time you are faced with darkness, remember how bright His light is.

Every time you are locked in a prison of bitterness, remember He holds the key.

Every second of your life is surrounded by His grace.

Just believe, then you shall live fearlessly, for His LOVE for us is too unstilted to be stolen.

Truth Beneath the Lies

I might have moved on,

I might have forgotten,

I might have changed,

I might have a new life now.

But, the bits of my past are still there in other people's memory.

I tried not to care about what they think, what they say, what they know; I've tried to ignore them.

But, their voices are like the ghosts haunting me, building blocks of fear.

Fear? yes; and why? simply because their assumptions and presumptions might, or worse, soon ruin the trust between my beloved one and I.

Furthermore, as helpless as a baby, all I can do is look for undeniable evidences to falsify "those ugly talks".

I have been living "it" out,

I have never equivocate nor have I stayed in silence,

But unfortunately, the refutation isn't powerful enough to alter the way they think.

It's pestering me, how I am forced to spare a chamber in my mind, searching and searching for a cure to blow away the viruses. This circumstance leaves me with no option; even though I have no right to control their "mind-digestive" system, I have to make sure that what they spit out is not consumed by people around. Sounds disgusting? oh yes, that's how much disgusted I am right now.

If only I could dig out the truth buried in those perished lies,

If only I could make them see what's real,

If only I could change the way things are now,

If only I could rearrange the mess around,

If only I could bold out the facts,

you know, I would if only I could...

A Whole New Slice of Life

No matter how beautiful my day was,

No matter how big the smile I was having,

No matter how loud my laughter was,

There's always a killjoy bombarding my mind.

Even though the huge pile of work were done,

And the lecturer are resting their throats,

Silently, the to-do-list becomes elastically stretched down.

When I have cute little smiley faces drawn in my agenda,

What I have on my face is frowns.

Oh what a perfect day to COMPLAIN and WEEP and CRY and SCREAM out loud "I HATE MY LIFE!!!"

Oh yes! this is what I WAS like, swimming in a pool of misery and hopelessness.

Reminiscing those times, when I walked in loneliness without something to hold on to, made me feel grateful that there is no such magic wand to bring me back to "those chapters of my life".

Once again, this is my PAST : )

Just like how the rainbow appears after a heavy rain, a wide smile is drawn in my heart after all those tears were squeezed out. I do not know the exact time and place, but I will not forget that enlightening, relieving, and overwhelming joy.

It was that very moment when I was touched by Jesus.

This is my present...

No matter how bad my day was,

No matter how fake the smile I was having,

No matter how loud my cry was,

There's always joy bombarding my mind.

Even though the huge pile of work were not done,

And the lecturer are exercising their throats,

Silently, the to-do-list becomes elastically stretched up.

When I have cute little sad faces drawn in my agenda,

What I have on my face is smiles.

Oh what a perfect day to THANK and SMILE and LAUGH and SCREAM out loud

"I LOVE MY LIFE!!!"

Sneak peek on me

If I were to describe myself, it would be like looking at a glimpse of rainbow through a small needle. Each and every second I throw a glance into myself, different colored pictures appear. Perhaps there are infinite number of those pictures being put together onto a puzzle, ME. My inability of describing myself does not mean that I am selfless, but words are just not enough to do so. Moreover, who would care to know my own judgment towards myself? In the end, they're the ones who are going to post sticky notes, written various adjectives, on me; and those are the notes leading to assumptions for other people. "The old me" will eventually be replaced with the new sticky notes. Like it or not, I just have to bare it. It's not shocking for me when people say that I have multiple identities because they simply look at me from a different angle and at different time.

If you're wondering why I put "walking the rainbow" as my title, here is why. I can be driven emotionally by circumstances around me pretty easily; so it's like walking the rainbow. I step on different colors every time things around me change. Just like the earth which evolves, and it's affected by what's driving it in the inside and outside (all those scientific stuff; p.s. I am not a "science geek". I am too, affected by my surroundings, all the happenings and revelations. Like the earth, I can change.

I may be ordinary, I may be just "me", but with this wonderful gift from God, I wish I can paint smiles on His face. Through blogs, I'd love to share my colorful stories and memoirs, which I hope will be inspiring for all of you.