Blogging

As you red this (not sure how many of "you" are doing so), I am
wondering again about my hobby in writing. Yes, I like to write, I
enjoy writing and playing with words and coming up with catchy,
creative, sometimes humorous phrases. Some of you even suggested that
I should start writing a book...hmmm, I never thought I would.

To date, I have four (4) blogs. Yes. You read it right. To date, I
have four (4) blogs. Well, let's put it this way - In the beginning,
there was only one. Then, I thought I should have a different space
for a different group of readers, exploring different topics. Then,
maybe another new perspective should be expressed in a different
style. And then, my circle of friends expanded, so did my blogging
horizon. Now, out of 4, 2 are halfway active, the other 2 are taking a
unlimited break. However, I do love going back to these pages and
reading them and, actually understand the "me" before. Think.

About the "book", maybe a poetry collection. I am no good at fiction.
I enjoy reading those novels out there, but when it comes to creating
one, I am too factual. And yet, writing a factual book, I am not sure
what area of facts I should explore. So far, the only facts you read
are my random thoughts, scattered ideas, complicated emotions, and at
times incoherent rantings. Still, you read them, bless you!

If my life were a story book, it is definitely not a romance.

It could be a picture book, it could be a travel literature, it could
be a self-help...I am yet to define it.

All right, this is going nowhere, but thanks for reading anyway =)

Be Still, My Soul

This hymn is so beautiful and I only felt like being on knees and "be still".

"Be Still, My Soul"
by Catharina von Schlegel, 1697-?
Translated by Jane Borthwick, 1813-1897

1. Be still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side;
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul; thy best, thy heavenly, Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

2. Be still, my soul; thy God doth undertake
To guide the future as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul; the waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.

3. Be still, my soul, though dearest friends depart
And all is darkened in the vale of tears;
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sorrows and thy fears.
Be still, my soul; thy Jesus can repay
From His own fulness all He takes away.

4. Be still, my soul; the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul; when change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.

Text: Psalm 46:10
Author: Catharine Amalia Dorothea von Schlegel, 1752, cento
Translated by: Jane Borthwick, 1855
Titled: "Stille, mein Wille"
Composer: Jean Sibelius, b. 1865, arr.
Tune: "Finlandia"

He Called Me BABY

Have you ever wondered why someone would call a person "baby? I often
wonder about that.

As far as I know, I am my mum's "baby" - her most beloved daughter,
noone can replace. In fact, I am listed as "honey baby" on her
phonebook...oops, don't throw up as yet. Other than that, I am
nobody's "baby".

In the past few years, one or two men have called me "babe" or "baby",
all to do with mingling amongst ang mo. But then again, at times I was
not sure if those endearments were truly endearment or mere
"condescending". Anyway, I just played along. So, further to "babe"
and "baby", I got "dear" and once, "darling". Hahahahah!

O, we are talking about men addressing me with those endearments. As
for my girl friends and all other lovely ladies, it is always love,
lovely, gorgeous, dear, sweetheart...I think I like sweetheart. My
English mum and dad often call me "sweetheart"...I think that's very
sweet indeed.

Well, last night, I received this simple email from ...ehem, a man.

"Go to sleep baby!"

Nope, not my father or brothers or boyfriend or anyone close...but
someone I know... =)

Paranoia

It was the weirdest thing that ever happened - two doses of possible
"intrusion" triggered my long-forgotten gastric, and a terrible one.
Even thinking about it now upsets me tremendously.

I know I am being ridiculous, unreasonable, silly and down-right
childish. What is there to fear? Why the fret? Why let myself got wind
up? Stupidity.

Yet, the fear of "stranger" creeps right into me. And this "stranger"
that seemed to stalk me...can't he stop? Didn't he get it? I am not
befriending a stalker!!!

I want a new identity, I want to be someone else...I wish I can
disappear and start anew. Having strong gastric/heartburn (whatever
you want to call it) and less than three hours of sleep is no fun and
really tips me over. Will take a break from FB.

Missing You

Missing you is that pitless longing in my heart
Having you by my side is the most comfortable state of life
Yet, I have to bear more longing - more on missing you for sure
And I do hope, this will end, will end, will end with you always by me.

It is complicated, very complicated indeed
One learning to cope with love, and coping it invisibly
The best I can reach is to see you happy
And my prayer is always "may the Lord grant you joy and, bless you abundantly".

Monday's Blues

It is the very first time I actually experience a Monday's Blues since
I started my new job.

Oh, how could life be so depressing? At least I have my white coffee
to boost my alertness level, and I am feeling so much fresher
comparing to this morning.

I miss you...and I long to talk to you! And I want a hug from you!

Can Monday's Blues be cured simply through a hug?

Oh so blue!

An Afternoon with Me

There is running water at the corner of the building, there is piano
music from the computer, there is me, sitting down with a wonder.

It is now the middle of my second week at work, and the stress level
is low. However, just imagine me at a different place...

By the flowing river, listening to the chirping birds in the trees,
Humming to myself or simply being quiet,
And dream away. Oh, the sun hanging in the sky, but the heat not touching me.

Blissfulness!!! What will I be thinking about then? What will my dream
be??? What tune will be playing in my head???

The one who writes, is a creator. The one who paints, is a dreamer.
The one who sings, is soul.

I travel in this world of mine, I peer into this sky in my mind,
And I find peacefulness and that hope that never dies.

I love you!!!

Equality, Equality, Equality

Being a person who is blind, there are many issues I often think about
- education for all, employment for all, music for all, living life
just like others and many, many more. It is a tough life for everyone,
not only me and my friends with disability or, parents/carers with
children who has one or more disabilities.

However, more than often, "we" the groups with "disability" in
description or identity, feel we have more battles to fight. It might
be true,....at least it really feels like that. Recently, I myself
wonder, how many times more do I have to stand up again and again and
again and again, after being pushed down? Being pushed down includes
but, not limited to rejection (education, employment, leisure,
managing own finance independently), having someone decide what is
good or possible for you even when you have turned 30, being treated
like a retarded/child even when you only has one disability, being
thought to work/mingle/teach/marry/discuss only within your own kind
(in my case, people who are blind). But, of course, despite all these
moanings, I do have many very good friends who treat me as equals.
Still, at times, I do wish someone would ask me out for a movie at the
cinema to catch the latest. Or, a hanging out with girl friends or any
friends, or even for a date. Hahahah, exactly, just like another girl
you know. Thus, I miss my friends in Penang, my friends in UK, some of
my ex-colleagues. No doubt, at times, we learn how to cope with what I
definitely can't seem to enjoy. But..., it still feels nice to be
asked, no matter who you are, doesn't it?

Besides looking at what I do not get, I also think about what can one
or, should do to make life easier. Oftentimes, the "we" make a lot, I
mean really a lot of complaints about the injustice and inequality of
society towards them. The focus is always "me"and "me"and "myself" and
"i" or "we". It is my prayer that I will "not" ever fall into this
group. How do I mean? Have you ever heard someone said, "well, they
don't understand"? Or, "they are different, that's why our kind
understands better"? Well, nonsense! Since when we human beings
understand each other? Well I mean. And, aren't we all born different?
The point is, how can we make other understand us instead of whining
that they don't. Besides that, how often do we hear phrases like,
"well, he/she should know I can't do it because I am blind/partially
sighted/a wheelchair user/deaf and etc" and, the sayer would end up
feeling so frustrated.

I really do not know how to put this in a better and clearer way but,
I do not need a place for blind workers, a university for the blind, a
church for the blind, a school for the blind (that has more issues to
discuss), or, a computer for the blind, a phone for the blind, a piano
for the blind, a bathroom for the blind. Right, beginning to get
rather muddled up and confusing??? I know, it is such kind of issue.

Basically, I do need help, but not all the time. I might need help to
get myself orientated with a toilet but, not another person inside it
with me (it really happened to me once...hahahah, super embarrassing),
and if we go for a retail therapy, it will be great to join you in
choosing your clothes, bags, shoes, and all other things. And, your
opinion whether I look like an old lady in it, or fab or sweet or
clown is very very very much appreciated. Of course, I am not everyone
so, this is only my opinion.

And, no child who has a disability should be taught to think that
he/she is different. My parents never, although they knew I am. I was
allowed to play hide & seek, jumping ropes, run and catch and many
more. It was nice memories. But, children can be hostile thus,
balancing act is required. Now, has our knowledge and education of
rights and equality empowered or weakened us?

Are we more informative or annoying with our complaints? Are we grumpy
or friendly? Do we fret about being left-out or think of a solution to
avoid this from happening again? Well, for your information, I am
wondering still...

Dream, Dream, Dream

I often have so many dreams in me, but at times, I feel so afraid to
say them out - perhaps, the magic of these dreams will vanish after
they are pronounced???

Yet, I want to have these dreams come true, and I believe, I have to
believe in them, then, they will have a greater chance of realisation.

2011 wants/dreams:
An IPod Touch
11" laptop
A trip beyond Southeast Asia
A job closely related to music
Braille Notetaker
Research in music

Lifetime dreams:
Having a family of my own
A fulltime pianist
The salvation of my parents, brothers and their families

I will keep on dreaming and waiting for the day they come true!!!

Random Thoughts

Lately, I have been thinking about many diferent issues as well as
talking and discussing with friends over many different topics.

Today itself, we talked about relationship between a blind person and
a sighted person. Of course, we are not talking about friendship, we
were discussing about the romantic relationship. The norm is, at least
here, there are more examples of a sighted girl marrying a blind
husband. As for a sighted man to marry a blind girl...that's super
rare. And most highly educated and capable blind men would prefer a
sighted wife, someone who can drive, ferry children to and fro
school/classes/extra activities and so on. You think love is all about
the heart???

There is also the issue of a blind piano teacher, a blind ballet
accompanist, Christianity and so on. God is dear in my heart...but,
never knew loving Him is so complicated when there aare the issues of
theology, emotional, intellectual, denominational, tradition, and many
more.

And I still wish that I am much tougher and stronger..overcoming my
past hurts. But they really hurt.

I think I at times overestimate myself...I thought I overcame
it...but, obviously, I have not. *sigh*

Just Want to Talk

I just want to talk to someone.

But noone is free to talk.

And I can't talk to anyone.

Are you that someone?

Feeling Wretched

Just finish reading the book to which I suppose to write a review.

It was not an easy read - the thoughts were mostly scattered.

And, this morning, as I was reading it, I felt like throwing up. O...,
I want to throw up now!

Gosh, I still feel like throwing up. God help me!

Get Me Out Of Here

There is a little voice, very little indeed
Trapped inside, trapped and can't be freed
It says, "let me out, and let me be, or it is just a dream?"
It screamsand screams and screams...

Silence is what you hear
And hope fades away with every tear
Or, they are only the unshed tears
Which flow within and drowning me with fears

I want to believe, truly I do
but my belief and hope are swept up, pushed aside or blown away
Maybe a trace to linger in my grasp, but maybe as brief as the dew
How long will this last, how long will this stay
How long will I...

Bagging 2 Cultures

Since coming home, it has been awkward. No, I am not saying I am
denying his place I called home, but I have found a second home too.

A friend commented that it is sad to hear me say I prefer England than
my own home country; one I spent only a year, and the other nearly 30
years. However, this is not the first time I feel like this. When I
first went in 2008, I did not want to come back. This place is very
much associated to "hiding myself" and braving it when I did not feel
like it.

Now, sitting here, I have to read mails from England agan and again
and again - yes, I am that homesick. Wen I first arrived in England
last year, I wanted so much to have MacDonald's because I was
homesick. MacDonald's equalled mum. Now, cups of tea equals my English
mum and dad. Homesick again.

In England, we talked verbally about things, and get a cuddle or two.
Here, we hardly talk,...no, we still talk, but not what is in our
hearts. We talk non-verbally - cooking your favourite dish, giving you
your comfort, buying you your favourite sweets, tidying up your
things. I guess, we have never really talked for years so, the
vocabulary is so limited for us to truly express ourselves freely.

I wish I could tell them I am homesick, I am afraid, I am worried, I
amnervous, I am anxious, I am lost. Maybe they know somehow???

Well, I should be thankful really. Ever since my stay in England, mum
has become more and more "chatty"with me. Not that we did not talk
before, in fact, we spent so much time eating out and shopping
together, which meanslots of talking. Yet, this is different, ...I
don't know how to explain it.

Well, this is my life.

Excited Excited

The feeling of excitement is so good to oneself that I just wish it is
here everyday. Lately, I have been excited about life and about God,
and about what I am doing here. No, nothing exciting happening in
particular, just feeling excited and looking forward to whatever I am
going to do or what is going to happen throughout the day.

I guess, I am re-energised and re-motivated and revived from that
misery self. Hahahah, wonder why it came at the first place??? Now, I
am totally driven to get things done for the day. I am a
workaholic!!!!

Hello There...

Hey you out there, if you are reading, can you drop me a word???

Well, I think not many read this but, no harm knowing if someone is
listening. Just leave me a word or two, or even better, email me. You
know where to find me.

I Want To Know

A song that gives me so much pain....

Verse 1:
You always understand what I think inside,
You know the very way to make me smile,
How I wish I could read your soul through your eyes
And see your thoughts that no words can describe

Pre-Chorus:
Maybe it doesn't matter 'cause we live in different worlds,
Though we said, "we are here for each other",
Maybe I might not be the one, to share your hopes and dreams in life,
Still there's a voice within my heart that says,

Chorus:
I want to know should I really let you go,
Though my heart feels
you are the only one so close
I want to know would you ever feel this love
Even when I have never said it out to you

Bridge:
You said to me you have to take this path
And grab this chance to reach the stars you want,
I tell myself I have to let you go
Maybe that's how it should be, maybe, o maybe, o maybe…

Chorus 2: (YR+MH)
You never know how I really miss you so
And the moments you have brought into my life
You never know how I truly hope inside
We would always remain the way we are today

Love, Love, Love

This is the most mysterious word one can explain...at least to me.

Complicated, undescribable, inexplicable, illogical, totally no words
could say it right.

How does love start? What is love? What is real love and what is false love?

Hahahah, I feel so stupid, feel like a foolish teenager asking stupid
questions, goodness...you can't imagine how I laugh at myself now. I
always believe and still believe, and told my friend, before loving
others, one must love herself/himself. Yes yes, God comes first, but
that does not stop you from loving yourself; accepting the person you
are, not trying to be someone you thought would win favours, slaving
to win someone else's heart, and I don't know what else. No, I am not
saint, this is a reminder to myself.

At this very moment, I can't wait to go home, back to those loving
arms of family and friends, the unconditional love awaiting me.
Sometimes, ...I wish...*sighs*

If you are reading, thank you - God loves you, and I love you. Words
are my strength and yet, many a times, they failed me.

Dear papa God,

You know every desire, every secret in our hearts. And, you hear every
unspoken thoughts and prayers deep in us. Help us papa to be strong,
help us to see You in times of difficulty, help us to listen to your
heartbeat, and follow what is right. In Jesus'precious name, amen.

Foolish Me

Why did I get myself so worked up? Why did it matter so much? Should
have been more "clever" about it, should have not bothered!

O, only goodness knows what is going on. I must learn, I must
learn...learn to be not bothered, learn to be ...learn not to be upset
like this.

Yes, the fact that I am writing like this means I am still worked up...stupid!!!

You The Tree, I The Flower

This is crazy but, I promised to write this just for you.

Dedicated to my dearie dearie J:

You are a tree, strong and tough,
You can face the storm no matter how rough,
Always proud of yourself, always want to reach higher,
But, deep inside you, you need some love and care.

I am a flower, fragile and lovely and easily crushed,
So you said, and I believe it's a truth or only half,
But you know me well, you know me truly well,
I am a flower that will last through rain, sun snow and live again.

Hahahah, there you have it. Miss talking to you girl!!!

We must meet up one day soon, back home?