A colleague of mine sent me a link after reading my FB status.
It was a picture of clouds and sky, followed by a song lyrics. Lemon Tree. I never like that song, the reason is because of the suckish Mandarin version by a female Taiwanese singer... And the song was played so often during then - on the school bus radio, tv, pasar malam... basically everywhere... Ish!
But now, when I read the lyrics, I start to understand what the song writer trying to express. It was a happy sad song, just like the Pearl Jam's Last Kiss...
The two powerful opposed metaphors. Irony of life.
Give God your all. He doesn't ask us to give Him only what we would consider perfect. Give Him everything, every scrap, every part of us, everything you've kept hidden on the back shelf of your heart. Give him those things that you judge as not good enough. Hand over those areas of your life that appear to be too broken to be used. God can and will transform the good, the bad, what you deem the ugly. Let Him sift and sort things through. You'll be amazed at what the Master Creator can make out of what you might consider the shambles of your heart.
Nothings impossible I have found For when my chin is on the ground I pick myself up, dust myself off, start all over again
Don't lose your confidence if you slip Be grateful for a pleasant trip And pick yourself up, dust yourself off and start all over again
Work like a soul inspired till the battle of the day is won You may be sick and tired but you'll be a man my son Don't you remember the famous man who had to fall to rise again? They picked themselves up, dust themselves off and started all over again
Urgayle: Pain is your friend, your ally, it will tell you when you are seriously injured, it will keep you awake and angry, and remind you to finish the job and get the hell home. But you know the best thing about pain? O'Neil: Don't know! Urgayle: It lets you know you're not dead yet
So, I am in Kuwait now... Very sudden for lots of people, and in fact myself too.
My first impression of Kuwait - It is very BROWN... Not only because of the sand patches everywhere, but for some reason, the buildings here all in brownish tone... Trying to camouflage perhaps???
Had a not-so-good experience at Kuwait initially, cos of the communication problem & language barrier... I was outside the airport alone, trying to get to my company's hostel, but I could not communicate to the taxi driver, they speak Arabic language and I have no clue what they were saying, and as more of them coming in trying to help, some even started speaking to each other loudly, it truly freak me out a little...
Anyway, I still managed to reach my hostel safely, but that's also when I became emo... Being alone at a foreign land - is something I find it so hard to deal with, mainly because I felt there is no sense of security...
I have decided that after I let it out, I must do something to stop the emo-ness. It's never wrong to show your emotion, it would be inhumane to be without emotion, but we must never dwell too long in it. Because it will consume and destroy you!
And I am thankful for the reminder that Morrie gave me, it's like a energy booster at your time of need. I am even more thankful for the person who bought me the book, it helps alot =) I feel like there is a friend encouraging me when I feel most helpless - in fact, Morrie & Mitch, remind me alot about Raymond & I... =)
So I kick myself out from the gloomy apartment, heading to the Marina nearby for lunch & walk around, ignoring those scary warning I heard - lady should never roam around alone... And I am so GALD I did! Sun, sea and sand - always my remedy for sadness. Took a super long lunch at the restaurant next to the Marina, savouring the food, enjoying the scenery, and reading the book =)
After that, I took off my shoes, and went for a stroll at the beach. I never thought I could walk on the shore at the Arabian Gulf like what I was doing, I began to feel very thankful for the experience, despite of the tough time I am going thru now...
Feeling extremely sleepy right now @ 9pm Kuwait time... I shall log off soon. Remember me in your prayer, I long to see all of you again, especially you =)
I dreamed I went to heaven And you were there with me; We walked upon the streets of gold Beside the crystal sea. We heard the angels singing Then someone called your name. We turned and saw a young man running And he was smiling as he came.
And he said, "Friend you may not know me now." And then he said, "But wait, You used to teach my Sunday School When I was only eight. And every week you would say a prayer Before the class would start. And one day when you said that prayer, I asked Jesus in my heart."
Thank you for giving to the Lord. I am a life that was changed. Thank you for giving to the Lord. I am so glad you gave.
Then another man stood before you And said, "Remember the time A missionary came to your church And his pictures made you cry. You didn't have much money, But you gave it anyway. Jesus took the gift you gave And that's why I'm here today."
Thank you for giving to the Lord. I am a life that was changed. Thank you for giving to the Lord. I am so glad you gave.
One by one they came Far as the eye could see. Each life somehow touched By your generosity. Little things that you had done, Sacrifices made, Unnoticed on the earth In heaven, now proclaimed.
And I know up in heaven You're not supposed to cry But I am almost sure There were tears in your eyes. As Jesus took your hand And you stood before the Lord. He said, "My child, look around you. Great is your reward."
Thank you for giving to the Lord. I am a life that was changed. Thank you for giving to the Lord. I am so glad you gave.
Thank you for giving to the Lord. I am a life that was changed. Thank you for giving to the Lord. I am so glad you gave.
Finally, I am thankful for being a Malaysian car owner after I read this from Wiki:
Believe it or not, but it's actually illegal to drive around in a dirty car in Oman. You may get stopped by the police who can fine you OMR5, although they are more likely to just tell you to wash your ride.
I will really get fine weekly if I own a car at Oman...
Heard this song on the radio on my way to work today, the lyrics indeed cut to my heart, and I love it immediately...
THE ROSE (by Bette Midler)
Some say love, it is a river That drowns the tender reed Some say love, it is a razor That leaves your soul to bleed Some say love, it is a hunger An endless aching need I say love, it is a flower And you, its only seed
It's the heart, afraid of breaking That never learns to dance It's the dream, afraid of waking That never takes the chance It's the one who won't be taken Who cannot seem to give And the soul, afraid of dying That never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely And the road has been too long And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong Just remember in the winter Far beneath the bitter snow Lies the seed That with the sun's love, in the spring Becomes the rose
Things change, plans fail You look for love on a grander scale Storms rise, hopes fade And you place your bets on another day When the going gets tough When the rides too rough When you're just not sure enough
Time flies, hearts turn A little bit wiser from lessons learned But sometimes, weakness wins And you lose your foothold once again When the going gets tough When the rides too rough When you're just not sure enough
