Sunday, December 19, 2010

# 77. Merry Christmas.

photograph by googleimages.

With the faint smell of hot chocolate and the warmth of Christmas around,
With the familiar jingle at the background,
With the sight of red socks and decorated Christmas trees,
With the white and red candy canes and chocolate chip cookies laid out in the living room,
With family and friends back home,
With hope and joy up in the air,
With love all around,
Yet, i still feel, something is missing,
i felt empty despite having everything i need and want in life,
i felt alone despite being in a room full of people,
i felt unloved despite having great family and friends,
i felt not good enough despite being blessed with the ability to do what many can't,
i felt scared despite being completely fearless to almost everything in the world,
i felt confused despite having my path clearly lit,
i felt tired and lost despite only gone through two decades of my life,
It was then, i realised, i have been missing the real meaning behind Christmas,
It was Him, who work in mysterious ways which reached out and spoke to me,
It was Him, who gave me strength to go through those days i've woken up feeling miserable,
It was Him, who felt the pain twice as much as every teardrop rolled uncontrollably down my cheeks,
It was Him, who's grace is and always will be enough for me,
It was Him, who is the meaning and reason behind everything,
It was Him, who've made me who i am today,
It was Him, who has given meaning to Christmas,
He is Christmas; always Warm, Joyful, Giving.

Merry Christmas people.
Do not be caught up with the world and make this holiday just another Hallmark Holiday,
Remember God, and place Him first,
It is only because of Him,
We have Christmas afterall.


Friday, November 26, 2010

# 76. Travel Log 2.1: Bali.

Bali. 311010-031110
of sunshine, of superbly cheap bargains, of breathtaking sunsets, of sand, of making new friends, of delicious fresh seafood dishes, of the sea, of beautiful sceneries, of scary street hagglers, of amazing architectures, of friendly locals, of a different culture, of beautiful artworks, of life stories, of learning, of seeing, of an experience, of a fond memory.

i left my heart by the beach, where the sun rises and sets everyday, where people of different stories come together, where my footsteps were long washed away by the strong waves into the vast seas.-melaniehwa.

ps. sorry for the uber late post and also the pictures for not being in order. its 4.30am now and i just have to get this up before i procrastinate further. anyhow, more pictures on my tumblr!


Thursday, October 28, 2010

# 75. Madonna's Vogue Parody.

Hey readers! Once again, I need your help. =) Please do click on the link below to share this video that me and my friends came up with for our assignment. It's Madonna's Vogue Parody. Have fun watching it!

I sure do how you will enjoy this video as much as we did in making it. Please do help me share the link and spread the news. Have a great day ahead of you!


Friday, October 1, 2010

# 74. Imagination.

photograph by FikreesProject.

i used to see aeroplanes as huge big birds, roaming the skies freely. i used to squat beside every rose and lily that i can find, trying to listen to their conversation amongst themselves. i used to think that big buildings and skyscrappers might just stand up and walk away when they get bored of the place. i used to secretly wish to be a princess with long silky hair, dressed in beautiful long dresses, waiting for my prince charming to appear on his white horse. i used to think that both my parents are secret superheros. i used to think that there is someone out there, trying to get me, whenever i'm alone. i used to act and create my own stories based on computer games that i played. i used to jump from tiles to tiles as though i'm a chess piece. i used to act as like indiana jones and dig holes in my garden in hopes to find dinosaur bones or treasure chests. i used to believe that nothing is impossible. i miss my very first best friend, my imagination.

funny how people used to have so many ideas when we were younger and the word impossible never seemed to exist. but as we grew, everything seemed to be going towards the other side of the chart. its not that as we grew, we lost our creativity, but we've lost the belief in our own imagination. every child's very first best friend is their imagination. it is imagination that introduced us to the new world, that taught and nurtured us, that kept us occupied and entertained, that makes us believe in the impossible, that makes us strong. but growing up, has stripped us of that belief. theres no reason why as we grow, we should let go of the impossibles. no reason why we can't jump on tiles in the shopping mall, as chess pieces with our friends. no reason why we should lose our innocence and not be a child again. let go of everything and be easily estatic about life like how a child is because, that kid inside of you and me, is still there deep down inside.


Saturday, September 18, 2010

# 73. Featured as Blogger of the Week by myInternet.

Well, first and foremost, I would like to thank for featuring my blog as the blogger of the week! I was in total shock when I got to know about it only after the week is almost over! Forgive me for my blurness, my lappie died on me and I'm in the midst of examinations. Anyways, I'm on cloud nine now. =) Do click the link above and have a look!

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

# 72. alil' something from me to you.

picture by piratesfuriousteddy.
thanks for reading my blog. believe in yourself and me, when i say that you are truly beautiful from the inside out. as much as yesterday might seem as though as it was hell, today, is another new day. start your day walking on sunshine and make today, a day to remember for years to come. you are where you are today not by chance, but by strength and grace. you are something to have survived yesterday, so do not doubt yourself, not even a single second. do not give up on the dreams that you have had since you were little, do not compromise on your beliefs, do not feel discouraged. remember that courage does not come in the form of a roar, but it is that little sigh that you give at the end of the day that comes along with a promise saying, i will try again tomorrow. as much as you might feel that you are lonely at times, i would like to tell you, that you have been missed by someone who've been waiting patiently their whole lives for you to enter theirs. if you think that you are unloved, remember that the big man above looks down and whispers those three words unconditionally. go ahead and have a great day. this is what i would like to tell everyone who is reading this here today because i believe that a little act of random kindness like this from a stranger goes a long way in putting a smile in a person's life. this is alil' something from me to you, whoever "you" are. -melaniehwa. 080910.


Monday, August 16, 2010

# 71. for Dad & Mum.

Picture by Andrew Holden.
When I was a baby, it was your monstrous fingers in between my first tiny grasp. When I was learning my first baby steps, it was you who held on to my baby hands when I reached out for balance. When it was my first fall, it was your strong arms which lifted me up and comforted my pain. When I was learning, it was your delicate fingers which patiently guided me through my first ABC. When I was little, it was your hands that I held on to tightly whenever we go to alien places to meet strange and scary aunties and uncles. When I was a rebellious teenager, it was your arms which welcomed me back home whenever I went astray. When I was lost, it was your hands which held on to me with faith and guided me towards the right path. When I stood, shoulders broad, proud upon that podium after my graduation speech, it was your hands which clapped the loudest. When I walked down the aisle to the man of my dreams, it was your strong, safe, wrinkled hands which accompanied me down that road with nothing but sincere blessings. When I cried, it was your strong arms which I looked for to make me feel safe and strong again. When I see you by the rocking chair, I'll hold on to your wrinkled hands, and my fingers will trace every line, admiring how every one of them, carries a special story behind. It is your hands, which taught me how to dream, yet reminded me of what's the most important thing in life. It is your hands, that I would like to hold for as long as I can. You are the only ones who are able to make me cry in a heartbeat because of your unconditional love for me. Thank you, Dad and Mum.- melaniehwa.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

# 70. Travel Log 0.1: A leap forward.

Photograph by Cumulonymbus

I want to see the world through my very own eyes, nose and fingers.
I want to make new friends and stories to last a lifetime.
I want to learn and experience God's wonderful creation.
Its not just merely words.
Its not just merely dreams.
World, here I come.


Thursday, July 15, 2010

# 69. Silverlining.

photography by neeeer

Life can be a bitch. Yes, but I always believe that when a door closes in your life, many other doors open up at that exact same moment. As terrible as life might seem at that moment of your life, stay strong and strive on. There is always a silver lining behind every dark cloud. Things happen for a reason. God has a plan for you and me. As dark as the day might seem, as heavy as your heart feel, as painful as it is to carry on, stop wallowing in your own pain and stand up, wipe your tears, toss out your sorrows and start a brand new day walking on sunshine. Life is too short to complain and whine. Jump on a plane today, shave your hair bald, make new friends. You are the pilot of your own life. Live counting your blessings and making more blessings to be remembered for the rest of your life. And that is Living to me.


Wednesday, June 30, 2010

# 68. Not All Things to All People

Sometimes I feel like I have to be a Super Girl. I have to take care of everything and everyone. But I'll just have to remember my new mantra: I am not all things to all people. Even if it feels like it sometimes.- raine.angel.
I found this picture and it hit me, that I am not a supergirl. I'm pretty sure you've atleast once in your life, wanted to be a supergirl/superman to everyone in your life. The world continues at its pace even if you and I aren't in it. We all are imperfect and we need not try to be perfect because it is our imperfections that makes us individually beautiful.- melaniehwa.


Tuesday, June 22, 2010

# 67. forgive&forget.

heartaches and fears,
scars and inflicted pains,
stolen innocence, hopes and trust,
let it all go,
and breathe again,
forgive and forget,
plastered heart, mended and beating again,
slowly, but stronger than ever,
forgive and forget,
a hard but not impossible,
key to living life once more,
let it all go,
start counting your blessings,
most importantly,
start making more blessings.

Don't let the sun go down on your Wrath, and don't lose your blessings because of unforgiven heartaches and pain.-Matthews 6:14-15 (in layman's term)

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

# 66. The World Is How You See It.

Look at the picture and take a few seconds to yourself to think. And now, what do you think about this picture? What does it portray? What subliminal message is it trying to carry forth? What do you feel about this picture?

photograph by monikachu.

Most people would have given several answers like this, "Its a picture which symbolizes death." or maybe, "Its a sad, sad picture.", as well as, "It shows how beautiful things on earth never lasts." How the beautiful flowers wilted, definitely showed us how life is short. It definitely showed us death and it is a sad, sad picture. But are these the only views towards this beautiful picture? Are these the messages that this picture is saying? or are there more?

I rather choose the option of looking at this picture from a more positive tone. "I see how beautiful the flower in this picture is during its bloom. I see how many heart-warming love stories it bared witness in its lifetime. I see how it listened to those sweet, genuine promises a young man mouthed to the ears of his fiancée to be. I see how it brushed against the subtle skin of a beautiful young 3 year old girl who was playing and giggling with the one man she learnt to look up to for her whole life, her father. I see how it stood up high, and witnessed every sunrises and sunsets as well as how it was in between two graying old couples who laid down hand in hand, looking up at the sky filled with stars."

What I am trying to say is, you can always view the world from many angles. You can remain gloomy and sad, or u can either choose to view things from a brighter point of view. I've once heard this and as cliché as it might sound, it is true. "The world is how you see it." You have control on how you choose to see things in life, and yes, in reality, life is harsh and gloomy. But forget not, it is also the most beautiful thing there is in the world. I guess, life is how you choose to see it. If you choose to see the glass as half empty, it will always be half empty to you and life will never be entirely fulfilling. So yeah, in life, there are definitely rise and falls, but whenever the falls come, you have the choice to either pick yourself up and dust off those shoulders, head held high, ready to continue, or you can choose to continue whining and crying, defeated. Again, the world lies on how you see it. Have alil faith and alil hope, the world ain't that bad. I, for one, choose to see the glass as half full.


Friday, May 14, 2010

# 65. peoplealwaysleave.

photograph from googleimages

in a lifetime, hundreds and thousands of lives crosses one another.
some might just be merely a short "hello",
some you'll miss after goodbyes, some lasts a lifetime.
some might make the world seem a better place, some hurt us.
many are just company, some teaches us,
some gives us strength to carry on.
but people always leave at the end of the day, only those who matters,
leave footprints in our hearts.
all I hope for is that the people in my life marathon today,
would stay just alil bit longer.
and everything, will seem much easier to bare.


Wednesday, May 5, 2010

# 64. Before I die, I want to.......

picture taken off

What is the one thing in life that you want to accomplish before you bid goodbye? What is the one thing, that drives you, that gives you the strength to live to see another day? What is the one thing, that makes you spend your whole life, working towards them? What is the one thing, that colour up your world and makes your life meaningful? What is the one thing that you would want to do, before you die?

Just a few days ago, Khairie, an awesome soul, sent me this link. It is an organization that was started by Nicole Kenny and KS Rives. Both of them, made use of the long-forgotten polariod cameras to take pictures of people, and asked each one of them, a simple question. "What do you want to do before you die?" They've carried out this project in the States as well as in India and they've found out clear differences in what people want and wish for. This is mainly due to how they have been brought up in different backgrounds and societies. But one clear and obvious similarity is that, it all showed hope. They hope for something more, and that is what gives them strength to live another day. Hope.

I've always wanted a mini polariod camera myself and this kind of put more meaning to it. (Unfortunately, if you guys do have my facebook or twitter, you should know that I am pretty broke. So ya, it is gonna stay in my wish list for now.)

the mini polariod camera- Fujifilm Instant Camera7s

I have always loved photography simply because I love how it can capture the moment and how it can speak a million words. Going through those pictures taken by Nicole Kenny and Ks Rives, capturing stories of people from different walks of life, amazed me. Reading wishes and hopes of people, got me thinking, what is my one wish?

Do click the link and read for yourselves about this great organization and its objectives. Here is my polariod and my wish. What's yours? Start thinking, and make that your purpose of living.


Saturday, April 24, 2010

# 63. Stripped.

photograph by brittanycruickshank

Flashlights, loud applause, huge amount of people who adore and love you, bathed with roaring cheers. Having lots of people who know your name, many to cheer you on, flooding you with compliments and praise. What can be better than that? But what happens when the lights go off? When the curtain falls? You're all alone accompanied by nothing but silence and darkness. You are nothing but a character on stage. No one truly knows who you are, no one understands you, no one even bother trying. Nope, not even one. But yet, when its time for your next scene, you pat off the dust on your shoulders, wipe away your tear-glistening eyes, and once again you're all smiles. Fame and glam? I guess all of these are rooted from our in-born human instinct of wanting to be accepted. Such characteristic lead us to fall into temptations. Such false happiness keeps people chasing blindly, deluding us from what matters most in life, who we really are and what we really want.

Imagine this, you are now at the center of the stage and the spotlight is on you. All that is left is you. Strip down, lay down piece by piece, the garments and make-ups that you've been unconsciously adding slowly but surely, upon yourself. Discover once again the simple things that matters most to you and who you truly are beneath the surface. Reading a post by a random someone, reminded me of the reason why I've started this blog at the very first place; that is to inspire and to share my thoughts and feelings about a picture which carries a million words. Going back to my past writings, a simple question popped up. Who have I become? I for one, haven't really been myself for a very long time now. I guess, its not cause I don't want to be, its just, I've forgotten who that person was and is rather tired of trying to search beneath those scars.

So here I am, Stripped. I love reading stories which inspires, which makes me think, what if?, which gives me a whole new perspective about the world that we are living in. I am secretly amazed with how simple words can carry so much meaning a person, at the right time. I love writing and how words can express my feelings and thoughts and how it can miraculously mend my heart. I love how classical music lullaby me to sleep every night, how jazz and blues can be such great combination with a cup of hot chocolate in front of a warm fireplace, how indie and country brighten up my day, how sad songs act as medicine to the brokenhearted. I love dogs. I love learning by sight and travelling around the globe is always in my list of things to do. I hate gossiping as much as it might be tempting at times. I miss those days when me and my brothers were younger, how the house used to be alil' more packed, filled with arguments and laughters. I dream big and act out. I'd die for Starbucks not only for its greenteafrappe, but for its cosy, warm-at-home atmosphere. I am not a very quiet person but I've learnt that silence is easier and safer. I think details are much more important than the big picture. I love bubble teas. I hate people who whine because I think why waste time whining, instead of finding a solution. I love white. I love movies which carry meanings and a story rather than just for the sake of entertainment. I see how beautiful simple things can be, but I do get bored easily at times. I am fickle minded. I love how pictures can speak a thousand words. I have an untamed heart. I am a procrastinator. I love to be in a room filled with people, but yet, I love to be all alone, wrapped up in my blanket, watching dramas. I adore cartoons but not anime. I hate how judgmental, ignorant, atrocious people can be. I used to be very competitive and stern. I am a midnight maid. I try very hard to please everyone. I am lost in the midst of the storms of life. I do not understand unkindness. I act nonchalant but I always care, no matter how much I try otherwise. I am not dumb nor am I a bad actress, I just don't like to be fake. I am scared, very. I am tired of trying to earn acceptance.

Strip down and you'll learn many simple things that make you, You.


Friday, April 16, 2010

# 62. Fraud Model Casting.

I came across an email lately stating that there is a modelling opportunity for me from a person who claims to be Sam, by the email, He sent me a promotion that says Marks&Spencer is holding a model casting call. He claimed to be a referee that works in Viacom in the States(Viacom is a media-tv company in the States) and that he had found me through other referrals. He claimed that I can get paid up to RM 24 000. Wow-ing huh? So I looked through the promo. Weird enough, I find that the photoshop skills are really bad. The promo doesn't look like something a big company like M&S would produce. Not only that, he claimed that M&S is working together with Berjaya, Astro and Genting for this project. Weird combination, no? Alright, moving on, the details on the promo actually states the payment for models (mind you, never did I once, seen that on a casting call promo). Besides that, they are so lazy, they even forgot to put in the closing date and contact details! And as far as I know, M&S doesn't hire local models. That adds up to my curiousity.

So as always, before I sign anything with any company, I do my homework. I went to M&S and true enough, there weren't such model casting calls. I asked him for referrals, and he was trying to divert whenever I insist on wanting such informations, he even got mad, trying to proof that he isn't asking me for any money and it is only for my own good. The last message that I've gotten from him before I stopped replying was when he wanted my portfolio- my pictures in good quality(prolly, for him to misuse or to sell off) To confirm, I sent an enquiry letter to M&S. True enough, it was a fraud. So please do take notice, friends. And to Mr. Sam, please do brighten up and improve your skills before wanting to cheat. Please do not waste your time and make a fool out of yourself.


Sunday, April 11, 2010

# 61. Faith.

First and foremost,
if you guys do follow me on my facebook or twitter, you will definitely know that my grandmother, unfortunately was admitted to the hospital. i would like to express my heartfelt gratitude to those kind souls who've asked about my grandma's condition and thanks for those encouraging words. my grandma is currently stable and is slowly but surely, healing and gaining strength. thank you.-melaniehwa. 12042010.
Alright, now, let me start off by asking you readers out there, a simple question. What is the one thing that you will keep if you are forced to give everything up in your life? The one thing in the whole world, your ability? your talent? your material possessions? For me, I would like to say, I would like to keep the priviledge of prayers given by the grace of God. I dare not say that I am very religious nor am I a very strong Christian. But I for one, am one of the millions, billions, child of God to say that I do believe in Him.

Past few days, I read the first few pages of "Have a little Faith by Mitch Albom", he elaborated about how he slacked off. I believe, this is nothing unfamiliar to all of us Christians now. What he said, I find true. It is not rebellion, it is not that I have lost faith, but it is more of the unnecessity. We do not see the need of God to be in our lives when we see things moving smoothly. We do not see the need to pray for more when we see our careers blossoming or when our dreams achieved. We kind of created this "you go your way, I go my way" pack. Truth is, God is never away from us. Every single pray made, He listens. I for one, am not perfect. I ain't going to lie, that I too, doubt at times. But throughout my years of being a Christian, I am confident in saying that He never have failed me. Eventhough at times, my prayers were not answered, I see and understand in time, that it is for my own good. He knows whats best for you and me at the best timing.

Like you, I do fall. We afterall, are only humans. We ain't perfect. It is easy to know that God is always there, but to actually believe it always, is not as easy as it sounds. Lucky for me, He never fail to show His wonders. Listening to what my dad told me regarding the recent family drama, the very one point of what he said, had proven that God is above any and every other gods, further strengthened my faith in Him. I have been praying for my grandma for the past week. I am glad that He, had kept my grandma under His wings, healing her, keeping her alive till this very day. This is not the first time that He had answered my prayers, and this will definitely not be the last.

This post is written from a very personal point of view, different from how I use to write. I just want this to be something that I would read back on, as something to remind me of how great is He. I had been praying for my family's salvation ever since dayone, and listening to what my dad said, kind of given me a whole new breath to push on. This is because, as grey as the hope seemed, I know, with what has happened, that God is working. I know for sure, that it is going to happen someday. I believe in Him.


Friday, April 2, 2010

# 60. I am.

I find this song, totally describes who I am.
I am an angel yet I'm a devil, sometimes I'm in between. I am black and white, yet I am of all extremes. Try figure me out, you never can. There's so many things I am. I am a person filled with self-belief yet troubled by self-doubt. I love to be by myself, yet I hate to be alone. I am special. I am Beautiful. I am wonderful and powerful, Unstoppable. Sometimes I'm perfect, Sometimes I'm a mess. Sometimes I'm not sure who I am. Sometimes I'm miserable. Sometimes I'm pitiful. But it is all the things that makes who I am.- I am. Hilary Duff. <3

Sunday, March 28, 2010

# 59. twenteen. =)

happy twenteen, 280310 <3.
as of the marchtwentyeighttwothousandten, i am officially twenteen. yes, no spelling errors there, i am twenteen! i've finally entered another whole new decade of life, another whole new chapter, new possibilities, new friends, new stories, new opportunities, a new breath of life. i personally feel rather "old" just by the thoughts of the big 2-0 at start, but i realised, im still pretty young. so therefore, this is to a whole new chapter of my life. lets make this decade another decade to remember for life.

this year around, i wasn't really in my celebration mood. don't ask me why, i just wasn't in the mood. time passed, with assignments up my sleeves, i wasn't even aware that it was my birthday till days before it. i guess you can say, age caught up with me pretty soon. only after 19 years of birthdays, i'm already bored with it. yes, smack me! but however, my birthday celebration was rather good. i love all those people in my life who've given in the effort to make my birthday a celebration. i love all those wishes and kind thoughts poured on my birthday. i love the presents and i love the dinners and definitely the precious company. thanks peeps, for putting a smile on my face.


Friday, March 19, 2010

# 58. "Life."

What is life exactly? Why are we here? Why do we need to be born and yet death is inevitable? What is our purpose? Why exactly do we need to go through all the stages of life; being a toddler, a rebellious teenager, learning responsibilities through adulthood, and finally, feeling useless during old age. Why must we experience pain when we're cut, or the pain that we feel when we are heartbroken? Why do we learn to feel as though we are flying up high in the skies when we see success? What is life all about?

Well, I've recently went through my Sociology class, I've learnt about Erving Goffman; a famous sociology, who've quoted that life is merely just a play. His quote in fact, had been used in many stage plays, plays even by the famous Shakespear. I personally find this true. Life is short and death is inevitable. We are all actually dying as every single second ticks away. But yet, why are we born? Do we carry any meaning to life? Does our presence on Earth matter?

I think, in life, our journey and journeys of different people interwines with one another at different point of time. I think, what makes life, life is how much we impact other lives. I think, life is about the journey and not the destination. I think, life is about making it something that you'd look back on when you're old, feeling proud and full. I think, life is about making the best of what you've been given by God and expanding them. I think, life is full of crossroads. I think, life is about minimizing the regrets and what-should-haves and making it history. I think, each one of us serve a purpose of why are we here on Earth, to impact a person at its right time, to help an old lady crossing the road, to put a smile on a tearing girl's face. I think, life is short, but beautiful.

We are afterall, only actors and actresses on the stage, playing our roles in the ever so famous show, called Life. - 190310. <3


Saturday, March 6, 2010

# 57. Blessings.

day one. first breath of the sweet smelling oxygen. first cry. the weird feeling of hunger. the first taste of milk. the comfortable and fluffy pillows. the warm embrace of the most beautiful woman on earth. the cute teddy bear. the comforting 'shh' whenever i cry from the one man i know i'll have no matter what in my life. two brothers-my playmates, my guidance, my rolemodels. the first giggle. first home. day sevenhundredthirty. the red bicycle. the beautiful fluffy dress. the lullaby my mother sang me. the fairy tales. the first song. the barbie dolls. the first day of kindergarten. the dashing-white new shoes. the first bestfriend. the abc. the first fight. the first dream. day twothousandsixhundredtwentyeight. the first day of primary school. the first friend in school. the first time riding a giant car-bus. the first crush. the first novel. the first big examination. the first time performing on the stage. the sports. computer games. first movie. the first wondrous feeling of running through the black and white keys of a piano. day fourthousandsevenhundredfiftyfive. the popular kid in school. first accusation. first time on the big bird. first time on foreign land. the first money-paying job. the first mobile phone. the first time it feels like its me against the world. first love. love in sports. learnt how to juggle time. God. learning and making sense with our surroundings. first kiss. adapting. first heartbreak. first backstab. day sixthousandninehundredthirtysix. licence. university. photoshoots. first rock climbing. friends who cares. powerful prayers. strength. trips with friends. learning independence. those right words at the right time. opportunities in life. new friends. realizing dreams. day seventhousandtwohundredseventynine. - 060310.<3
the list above is my shortened list of blessings in my life till this very day. i believe that this list will continue growing and the blessings in my life will always be overflowing. =) make your very own list and you'll be surprised with how long that list is going to be. life isnt always that bad afterall. lets start counting our blessings!


Saturday, February 27, 2010

# 56. Hope.

Hope. I have always been the girl who've always dream about my prince charming, coming to sweep me off my feet on his pure-white beautiful horse. I've always been the girl who've believed that no matter how ugly the world has become, beauty will never stop growing out from every tiny corner imaginable. I've always believed that even when the sun sets every dusk, the sun is just waiting patiently to rise the very next dawn. I've always believed that despite every fall in life, its only to make us stronger, a lesson to learn from. I've always believed that life is always beautiful and meaningful. I've always believed that life is about the journey and not the destination. I've always believed that life is about exploring and learning. I've always believed in the goodness of life. I've always believed that life is not about self but its always about the lives we've touched. I've always believed that life is about reaching out for our dreams and making it a reality. I've always believed that the difference between dreams and reality is only doing it. I've always believed that no matter what, we should not lose our integrity in life, we should not lose ourselves. I've always believed that there is a bigger plan out there, set by God, for me. I've always believed.

Yes, you are right. I don't always feel so hopeful. I'm not perfect. I'm not bulletproof. I'm afterall, only human. Life isn't always beautiful, life isn't always smooth sailing. Life is hard, some say, Lifes' a bitch. Yes, it really is. But whatever it is, I think, we should never lose hope. Hope keeps us going in life. Hope is what keeps things pure and true. Hope is what gives us strength to push and to carry on. Do not let anyone or anything in life take that away from you. I've recently heard a friend of mine quote. A quote which I find true.

"When we long for life without difficulties, be reminded that oaks grow strong in contrary winds and diamonds are made under pressure. So when life is hard, we are actually diamonds in the making. Stay strong people"- Shas Fung. 260210.
So stay strong and remember, life is after all, all about hope, lets not give that up just yet.


Monday, February 22, 2010

# 55. beyond words.

a firm handshake.
its nice to meet you.
hand in hand.
we will strive together.
a smile.
a kiss on the forehead.
its gonna be alright.
a strong arm around your shoulder.
you are never alone.
a hug.
you are loved.

all these little gestures speaks louder than words.
its carries something wonderful that is simply indescribable.
it carries love.