.the morning after.
it feels good to be home. nah. it feels great to be home.
i guess it’s true when they say you don’t realise how much you miss something until it’s gone. yeap. this is the true meaning of what it feels like. now that i am home sweet home, it’s hard to go back :(
everything seems so familiar, so comfortable. and the people at home, sigh :) feels good to be back in their arms again. to be able to drivee! to go to our regular hang outs for good food! to actually hug the person when you need a hug and to have my family just a doorway away from my room. there’s this rekindled feeling in me, which is hard to explain, the warmth felt among friends/sisters/family relived, and yah, just very rare.
can’t help it but to miss home.
“they will make damn fine doctors.”
you take care, ok?
1 Corinthians 13
“If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.”
Whisper
sometimes in the midst of all the laughter, jokes and happyness.
this wave of sadness fills my heart.
and i really don’t want to know the reason why.
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Faith.
It’s a long long journey
Till I know where I’m supposed to be
It’s a long long journey
And I don’t know if I can believe
When shadows fall and block my eyes
I am lost and know that I must hide
It’s a long long journey
Till I find my way home to you
Many days I’ve spent
Drifting on through empty shores
Wondering what’s my purpose
Wondering how to make me strong
I know I will falter
I know I will cry
I know you’ll be standing by my side
It’s a long long journey
And I need to be close to You
Sometimes it feels no one understands
I don’t even know why
I do the things I do
When pride builds me up till I can’t see my soul
Will You break down these walls and pull me through
Cause It’s a long long journey
Till I feel that I am worth the price
You paid for me on Calvary
Beneath those stormy skies
When Satan mocks and friends turn to foes
It feels like everything is out to make me lose control
It’s a long long journey
Till I find my way home to You
To You
-Journey, Corrine May-
My (fill in the blanks) friend, Eric :)
HAHAHA, oklahh i am not so bad ok, i’m kidding eric!
Eric, is the other half of the below mentioned half. The half thing is pretty funny coz once the theme was red and they both came in pink, coz pink + pink is red, wtc. so anyway, while i was writing for sazzy and looking through the pics, i can’t help but feel the urge to write one for eric too!
because he is so funny like that. eric smeric was my boss,
my emofied friend, my driver (mwhahah),
my target for pulling off stupid pranks,
oo i can hear him cursing me noww for putting this up *tee-hee*
and my friend who has been there to throw cold water at my face to wake me up from my idealistic world,
in other words, brings me back down to earth where i belong,
or in better terms, fun sucker.
HAHAHA. but yes, we all love you still, eric.
HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY ERIC!
My snazzy friend, Sazzy.
hahaha, i just liked how it sounds, fine, i know its cheesy and lame, but wth lah, i loike *beams*
this is an overdue post dedicated to one of the craziest ppl i know and i’m so blessed to have in my life. ah yes, although i’ve only known her for a year, and yes, i may not have planned this post, but! after going through the pictures from that faithful night *heck yah, she knows which night that was* i just needed to say something about this wonderfoo individual who is one day going to kick ass and save lives. heh :)
so yah, meet my friend.. my partner in crime,
my singaporean who knows kl streets better than me,
and the better half of another half ;) Sazzy.
she makes me laugh, she’s taught me some interesting stuffs (hahahah)
she’s guided me through the horrid kl roads,
she’s put up with alot of shit and nonsense i come up with,
she’s even brought me to her house! hahaha.
and although one year seems pretty brief,
we’ve done some pretty amazing things, hurh?
truly my partner in crime.. hahaha especially when it comes to certain issues.
it’s hard to put into words what makes our relationship tick.
or how we’ve met (really zy, HOW DID WE MEET?)
and whether we’ll stay friends from the years to come.
le sigh,
who else am i to turn to when i do the classic -
“erm, hiiii, heheheheh, erm.. ehhehe”
*smile like idiot*
HAPPY (BELATED) BIRTHDAY SAZZY!
*missing you heaps*
guess what i found when i looked through my archives?
Love is not love that alters when it alteration fines. When life gets hard, when things change, true love remains the same. We can all use a little hope sometimes ya know? That feeling that everything is gonna be okay and that someone is there to help make sure of that.
- brooke davis, OTH
just so that one person can say that they’ll witness everything you do,
the good the bad and the ugly.
Does it annoy you?
that i keep changing my blog skins?
:)
perhaps it’s the fear of being too comfortable with something for too long.
and perhaps just a lapse of fickle minded-ness.
