Time Stops

It's been a while since we sat and talked. Not many words has been passed around us. I wish we could turn back time. It was the last day we were going to see each other. It was hot but we enjoyed talking. The chocolate you gave me melted but it was special. I wish the time didn't end.

Don't know how are you. Where you are. Do you still think of me. Where did we go? What happened?

Only we know. Only our hearts know.

Look on the BRIGHTSIDE - Nevershoutnever

I met a man of two feet tall
This man was quite ambitious
In a world that is so vicious
To us all, I said "hi"
As he replied, he said
"Listen to these words that I have lived by my whole life."

You're only as tall
As your heart will let you be
And your only as small
As the world will make you seem
And when the going gets rough
And you feel like you may fall
Just look on the bright side
You're roughly six feet tall

I met a man of twelve feet tall
He towered like a giant
In a world that was defiant of his height
I said "hi" as he replied, he said
"Listen to these words that I have dreaded my whole life."

You're only as tall
As your heart will let you be
And your only as small
As the world will make you seem
And when the going gets rough
And you feel like you may fall
Just look on the bright side
You're roughly six feet tall

I am a man of six feet tall
Just looking for some answers
In a world that answers none
Of them at all
I'll say "hi"
But not reply to the letters that you write
Because I found some piece of mind

Cause I'm only as tall
As my heart will let me be
And I'm only as small
As the world will make me seem
When the going gets rough
And I feel like I may fall
I'll look on the bright side
I'm roughly six feet tall

Down Memory Lane

At times it takes a long hard look into the mirror to spot the difference. A difference that differentiates you from your past. Look carefully, do you see it? Something you have now, that you didn't previously. Yes, on the surface level I'm talking about your exterior design. A mustache perhaps? Shorter hair? Longer sideburns? Beer belly? Long curls rather than boy-cut hair. It's a fact that we change.

I've changed to.

I used to have long middle parting hair and big chubby cheeks. I wasn't in shape, I had crooked teeth and big glasses (compared to glasses these days). I wouldn't say I was socially awkward but I was picky with the people I talked to. I didn't have much charm nor charisma. Didn't have an idea what that was either. I used to have this funny laugh (like Spongebob) I still think I do. *grins*

In school, I was that almost goody to shoe boy that used to sit with friends and talk. I admit I was kinda lazy in school. The only time I picked up a book was when it was exams. If it wasn't, books was like an alien object from outer space sitting on my desk. My friends played a very huge impact on me. My school days were quite good. I got along with people, scrap the minor few incidents of fighting. It's an all boys school, whaddaya expect? And not to say the least, it was a Malay school. So, it did to a certain extend make me different from the other Chinese speaking kids. I had to learn the hard way about what 1Malaysia meant, not some advertisement on the T.V telling us that we are united. I experienced it first hand.

Being the only non-Malay in the class, my friends were bound to be all Malays. I picked up their ways and the way they speak. So much that I remembered once, I was suppose to go to Moral Studies but I skipped it and stayed for agama class. Best part is the Moral teacher was my class teacher. I learned to write and speak a few words of jawi. Teachers did favor me, some of them and they weren't bias towards me. It was fun.

After school, I departed with my best friends and we went our separate ways but I brought the memories with me. In college I developed what I never thought I had. I shined brightly. Teachers were now lecturers. I became confident, charming, and creative. I was no more the quiet guy. I guess we all can do what we want if we give ourselves sometime.

'Down Memory Lane' is dedicated to all 5SG2 classmates of S.M.K Clifford. You guys rock!

Can you spot me? (5SG2, memories for life)

The Composer

small fraction of a big equation

I am different but so are you. I maybe here today, gone tomorrow. I bought a torchlight just now and while I was walking to the cafe, I shined the light up and a question came 'Can God spot me out of all the billions of people?' so I stood there and shined longer.. 

Will I be remembered after I've left this earth. Does it even matter? Every man does their best to leave a name, to feel that they have achieved some greatness in life but once we're all dead none of it matters. So what are we actually working towards?

We spend most of our life chasing something. A car, big houses, money and maybe a big wife. Once that all stops, will we be floating souls like zombies, aimlessly walking around and calling our lives bored?

Things to think about tonight. I for myself will be content with life, knowing that God is watching over me. I bet He doesn't need me to hold a flashlight for He can see me and that, ladies and gentlemen, puts a smile over my face.

Small thoughts of fraction changing the big equation we call life. 

1Malaysia we are

I was sitting at the mamak shop just a moment ago. On my right was a man selling trousers - not the one he was wearing, of course - but from a bag on his motorcycle and there were a few men there interested in the product. These men were from different races prior from their own. Malay, Chinese and Indian.

Well, if I were to ask you who was selling the trousers and who were buying, would you have answered:

A. Chinese sell, Malay & Indian buy
B. Indian sell, Chinese & Malay buy
C. Malay sell - Indian & Chinese buy
D. Does it matter?

If I was asked this question my answer would have been A. The thing is, we Malaysians no matter how much we try to be 1Malaysia, we always look at the difference we have. It's true. We look at race first rather than being a Malaysian first. I wonder why do we refer to Singaporeans as Singaporeans rather than just a Chinese, Malay or Indian?

The thing is how can we say we are not united? Who in the right mind would want a racial war to happen? That's just stupid! Don't we all hate the same thing?

Things Malaysians hate:
1. Public transportation
2. Public toilet
3. Cab service
4. Plus Toll
5. Politicians & Government
6. Traffic Jams
7. Prices of goods soaring
8. Recessions
9. Walking - that's why we have a high percentage of obesity and traffic (refer to 6 & 1)
10. Proton

Aren't we all united in that particular area? Hey, might not be for the right reasons, but at least we're united.

Not only are we united in hating the same things, we even love the same things.

Things Malaysians love:
1. EPL
2. Littering
3. Cutting queue
4. Chattering in the middle of the walkway at shopping malls
5. Blaming politicians & government
6. Gotcha calls - getting boring actually
7. Gerak Khas CSI
8. Starbucks
9. Sales
10. Free balloons

See! We are united as 1Malaysia. So, stop being so unhappy being here. Unless you can afford a ticket elsewhere than I suggest get use to it.

Lord You are Good - Don Moen

Where would I be
If You had not been by my side
How could I rise to meet
The morning of the day
Your tender mercy
Always calling from behind
At times I could not see You
Even though You were close by

Chorus:
Lord You are good
You are good
And Your mercy forever endures
Lord You are good
You are good
And Your mercy forever endures

Help me to see Your loving kindness
Help me to see You as You are
Help me to see Your loving kindness
Help me to see You as You are
As You really really are

We wait - Don Moen

We wait
We're not in a hurry
O we need You Lord
We wait
All our cares and worries
We lay aside for You
O how we long to see Your face
O how we long for Your embrace

We wait
We're not afraid to tarry
We yearn for You Lord
We wait
For Your mighty wind to carry us
Into Your presence Lord
And as we fill this house with praise
May Your holy fire fill this place

As we wait

And as we fill this house with praise
Let Your holy fire fill this place

We wait