Ripped off Today's paper - 同心才能同行

邁向理想旅程的首要燃料

家是愛的港灣,
在愛里沒有懼怕 -
懼怕任何人的批評,讥笑,責罵
所謂港灣不就是被呵護的地方嗎?

愛的港灣里應只有尊重和鼓勵
只有在港灣被添了上等好油的船
才能更順暢的游向理想的旅程...

Cloudy days, Cloudy thoughts...

What am i suppose to feel when i am not talked to? - That i cannot be taken seriously.

What am i suppose to feel when things had to be secret to me? - That I cannot be trusted.

What am i suppose to feel when i strike a conversation, but am viewed with contempt? - That I am no equal, but an inferior.

What am i suppose to feel when tears are welling within, but people around are turning up the volume of the radio? - That nobody really bothers.

Happened to read about the guy behind ABC Learning Centre on the papers last night. The press wrote that he has a wife who was not this confidante. I kept reading and re-reading that line, and feel so (very) sad for the family who had tried so hard to keep a front. There was a time they had everything but they failed eventually - and hard. I guess that was no surprise. There can be little success when the try is too hard without real love.... the consequences just had domino-al effects that simply sends life's successes into crumbles...
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2 Hours Way Home Under the Weeping Skies

The lives of people who are showily in bliss: The sour-grapers said they are, but pretenses under which imperfections hide well. I think it is an ideal of lives filled with love, above which, covers and surpasses imperfections.

I am addicted to reading - blogs or FB - about the lives of people who are showily in bliss, wondering what exactly they have done that I haven't to be able to savour such. With age, ideals scarily fade.

On a journey 2 hours,
Trodding in stupor & daze.
Under the weeping skies and looking up,
Wondered if my best was not up to mark.
Perhaps the tears of heavens are blase,
So, i've failed to catch its ideal ace.

But what is to be done that have not been?
None could hear the thoughts.
Who can cast that fear?
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The 21-year-old's worry for the older girl….

And there I sat in contemplation….

"I worry for you, man", he says.

Why be dragged down and entangled doing courses? Doing that at this age is only catastrophic to the mating game. Don the heels, and bask under the sun! Nab a guy of a really good character, and it will be like winning ten degrees!

“If a girl was to say she would stay home and depends on me, I will work my guts out for her”, so says the 21-year-old. He said I ought to trust him for the representation he has made about his kind, cos' he is one himself....

It may be generation gap, or clearly that not all humankind thinks the same.

For there exists a guy who looked in cynicism and explains matter-of-factly that "YOU-and-I" have to work for there is nothing free.

Who then, ought to be worried?
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Unable to concede to a life ran out of the mill

不甘于頻繁 ,
不甘于暗淡人生 ,
不甘于無法掌握完美.

為什麼不能有更多的機會？
為什麼不能有更好的心声?
难道不是最好的，就不能有更好的吗?
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Ripped off from somebody's blog....

We tend to be short-sighted and self-absorbed.

We forget that God's primary goal is not changing our situations and relationships so that we can be happy, but changing us through our situations and relationships so that we will be holy.

We need people who love God and us enough to come alongside and help us deal with our spiritual myopia.

~Paul David Tripp~
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The INTj living in a world of my own odd conception...

Did a personality test yesterday, and the result yielded an INTj (Introvert, iNtuitive, Thinking, and judging - The Analyst - The Intratim). The descriptions attached to such a profile is not anything too far off from what I can identify with, but I've got to declare that I am not an exact mould out of the traits defined. I guess that's because I've always had a flair for conceiving ideas of myself and living it out in my own ways... ahem...



...such flair... so much so that this INTj is often misunderstood and kept away from...

An idle mind is potent.

Once in a while, my mind would drift to the people whom I've grown up with. Mostly of those who I have spent my formative years with weekends after weekends. I guess I did look forward to weekends then because of them despite the business. But I guess it was all just an one-sided affair... or perhaps, no one really take another so seriously. Why the need? Carpe Diem! and just enjoy the company ! Whatever and whoever is present.

Sometimes, I'd hope I can go back in time, and savor the fellowships with those same familarities - the weekend meetings and plannings, the dinners, the tennis games, the movies, the singing, the sharing, the lunches, the exploring, the celebrations, the prayings - but things will never be the same anymore. Ever.

The day I walked out of the library screaming at the indignance of the holy-elitists, I should have known that there can be no be co-existence, save for a nod and an awkward smile.

The day I walked out of the meetings, and refused all calls, I should have known my presence will be swallowed by my label as an incomprehensible and emotionally-erratic screwball, preferred not to be mentioned and sucked into the tunnel of memory extinction. Not remembered, but remembers.

Amazing how God planned affinities and relationships. Amazing how I never fail to flop them - and all. Nowadays, weekends are spent, shaking hands with different strangers every week. No-one looks familiar anymore. I wonder if it was due to my aging amnesic brain, but it's always new faces, and new names every week. Too much for one who had preference for all things within comfort zone. Minus the need for emotional connects, this is a fine idea thus far. It saves me from wrecking more.

Indeed, I'd be better off living in the little odd zone of my own.....

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