Her

Her smiles are starting to hurt me deep on the inside. I can no longer see those eyes and hear those laughter. I can no longer be in places that were once memorable. And pain is such a constant companion. One that lingers on even when there is none left to feel. Is there not a sliver of hope? Is there not an ounce of trust?

Woe unto me, for I have been discouraged. Woe unto me for I have lost focus on that which I hold dear. Is there not a bond left that is worth more than what I ask for? Could I not be satisfied?

But the pain is ever present. The distant is not merely physical, for it has been emotional too.

Is it all lost in the winds? Is all left in the hands of Fate?

Can I not move on?

I guess, I am just afraid. Fearful that with each step forward, she would no longer smile. With each step, I would lose all thought of her smile, all hope for a friend, all understanding or memory of her. And yet, it became even harder, when she no longer extend her hands, no matter how callous it is...

One Word: Chase

Police stormed through the streets giving chase to the elusive thief. The phantom figure weaved through the crowd, down into a tunnel and escaped beyond the reach of the arms of the law.

One Word: Balm

The soothing balm could not heal her wounds. Tears roll down her cheeks as she stood there for a long time. Astounded and hurt deep withing the recesses of her heart. How could he? And yet he did...

One Word: Mercury

Mercury flowed from the broken thermometer to the end of the table. The lifeless fingers at the other end. The deed is done. The villian is loose. The game is afoot. The mystery is now on.

p/s: this is after a long post. More oneword and posts to come ;-)

Of First Importance

The God of the Gospel

“The gospel shows us that God is far more holy and absolute than the moralists’ god, because he could not be satisfied by our moral efforts, even the best! On the other hand, the gospel shows us that God is far mare loving and gracious than the relativists’ god. They say that God (if he exists) just loves everyone no matter what they do. The true God of the gospel had to suffer and die to save us, while the god of the relativist pays no price to love us.”

- Timothy Keller, “Being the Church in Our Culture” (2006)

My Moleskine

I received this lovely gift from Lynnette Woo, a Moleskine notebook. Priced at over RM30 this gift is even more expensive due to its origin from the States ;-)

Thanks Lynnette! In it will contain previous words and muses...

A tale

There once was a little boy who lived in a village. He drew a painting and felt very nice about it. It was precious to him. Then, he went to his parents to ask what do they think?
His mother was busy tending the garden, and told him, "You need to help me out more, dear".
His father, casting his net to fish, told him,"Make sure you study hard also son. You need education."
Both of them didn't even glance at his painting.

He went away a bit sad, but knowing how hard his parents provided for him, he just went his way.
He continued on and went to school to meet with his friends. "That's not a nice pic!","Draw about toys and cartoons!","That's ugly!".

Sadden further, he dragged his feet along the pavement. Right in the distance, there was a little girl sitting on a bench. He sat next to her, putting the painting beside him. She turned her head and smiled. It was the new girl in the village. She pointed to the paper and he showed her the painting.

She smiled even more, and opened her bag. Taking out a roll of paper, she showed the content to her. It was the same painting. They both smiled.

But the moment did not last long. The sky turned dark and he had to go back home. Same with her. Both of them separated.

The next day, the boy drew another painting and rushed to meet the girl. He sat on the park bench from the morning until the sun came down. She never came.

He was sad, really sad. No one was able to cheer him up. No one wanted to look at his paintings.

It would be a long time before he regained his cheer.

He was walking along the pavement one day, still thinking about the girl. Then it struck him.
He will draw paintings until he can find ppl who appreciate it.
Who knows?
The girl might just be around the corner, watching him ;-)