Sunday, October 31, 2004

branches

it's fun to glide down the mountain paths sometimes... swinging my hands from branches to tree trunks that zig zagged along the path...it's as if the forest are extending their hands to me while i spree down... care not my legs are sliding... nor my ankles unanchored on firm soil...for the trees never move... their branches be there to hold me... oh cut them down not...remove them not from me...

the ups and downs in life is liken to our journey on a mountain range. there is not much need to watch for our steps when we climb up, we only need to pull ourselves up in steepy passages. But as we're going down ( in a sader mood this time ), we arrange our steps slowly, sometimes skipping, tripping, sometimes allowing our nimble feet to be pull down by the gravity...
it's so nice to have friends that we can hang on to, like the branches of the trees...
as we pause to catch our breaths or just a swing down. i know they be there. the familiar branches, the firm trunks...

sometimes because of misunderstanding these branches broke off from ur paths... someone else may have a firm grip on these branches, i can't put my hands there ny more...perhaps we may change the familiar course we took then we don't bump into them ny more...maybe they grew in a different direction, towards their sunlight while we're still gliding...

my lil comfort is that knowing that my Source will send the rain, the sun rays, the seeds... other branches will grow... lil sprouts will shoot out...they will...i know.......they will.........:)


Sunday, October 24, 2004

knots

finally... my first semester wraps to an end...

I recalled my lecturer ( presently my favourite :) ) mentioned during class concerning a student sending her a lengthy mail voicing her angst about life...

" why is he acting this way? why couldn't he just be..."
" arggh!! why must i go thru... of all days... "

she was able to understand the girls' frustration... as she was about to reply to her queries, she paused and thought... " why get did she get herself tied up in so many knots ? "

journeying back the last semester -my response towards ppl & situations that are preplexing... many a times i crumple up my heart... same ol' questions spinning around my mind... now i wonder... " ai yarr... why tie so many knots? "

we can choose to swim against the raging currents or set our banners up while sailing with the winds... sometimes, by pining our eyes on the knots in life, we miss out the big picture... after all, the greatest stories that live in our hearts are about - grace.

am soaking in ginny owen & mark shultzs' " remember me"... it's a beautiful piece about the sweet longings of an ol' companion who's waiting...waiting... as we walk out fr sunday school; able teach & preach... would we remember him?



Saturday, October 16, 2004

the aluminium foil

uncoil it and what do see inside ?
what if u crumple it... who's staring at u now ?

a reflection of Edward in his scared white pale face & ungroomed hair casting a shadowy glance at his awkwardly jutted out scissorhands...

one day a fair lady decide to knock at his door ... oh ! she realised he wasn't so hideous after all and decide to transform him into her prince.

at once he felt alas he was accepted by the cheery suburb neighbours jst below the slopes of his hide-out... with his hands he crafted beautiful masterpieces... oh how they stare with wonder, silence by his sizziling hands...

oh but he made a mistake... his once prized hands become a razor sharp weapon. it had and would slice and cut uncontrollably out of the way... those that once befriended him for his very posession now screamed with horror at this bouquet of knifes... rejected, scorned and mocked...

oh how he ran...how he wanted to hide... back to the nest where he once belonged... maybe they can't see him anymore... perhaps it will be safe back home... back to his creator... back where only his grotesque surroundings would understand him...

snip snap snip snap....




Friday, October 15, 2004

the batter

oh-me-gosh i'm blogging !!
...Surprise surprise !!!

Well, it started out with my bro asking me why didn't i blog ?
Am not quite an inside out person... but just tot perhaps i can give this a try ? also, thx to my blogging friends, i...i.. was influenced. hehe

can our tots and soul possibly be rape against our wishes?

The Oven.
I chose the title because it
sort of bake a description of life to me.

U need a recipe to get things started ! Mixing and spicing them up along the way, and off it goes in the oven. Sometimes it comes out crispy on the outside smooth on the inside ( drool...)! sometimes burnt ! sometimes it's an uneven bake or just plain raw& stinky. Sometimes nothing's cooking and it gets hardy and cold inside... the void.

the yearnings, the longings, the reachings...
I can't cook though. Hah ~

what's baking?!
burnt marshmallow, green peas stuffed in white chicken and a dose of salsa ( on the wings )

-biscuit-


p.s- once i heat the pizza in the oven without setting the timer... and totally forgot about it later... it was mid-night and everyone's upstairs... till my bro came downstairs and smelt something...
hey, but it turn out to be just the right 'crisp' outside ( though it was a lil burnt, but it was still soft inside! )
hihi :)