Boys

"They're chocolate cake, like cigarettes, you know they're bad for you but you can't leave them alone..."

Wise words ;)

Please be kind

I know that all I need to do is trust in the Lord who will take care of everything, but this heart is so broken...I made the mistake of allowing it to go to a difficult place, and I know the pain is a consequence of my actions...

I wished I did things differently, I wished I looked after myself better..I wished so many things...I am still wishing...I wish he was kind to the pain I felt, I wished he understood how much it hurts me..

But I wish him happy..even if it costs me mine.

Pro-life? Pro-choice?

Pro-life vs. pro-choice, do I really need to make a stand?

Chiara Corbella made a bold decision to stand up firmly for her beliefs....I admire her for more than one reason, firstly because she protected her unborn child, secondly for loving her unborn child unconditionally, thirdly, for braving comments like "What about your child? Wouldn't it be cruel to allow a child to be born and not provide your child with a mother?"

I believe every child, born or not is a whole person, and should be allowed a chance to live. But I do not know how to respond to questions like those mentioned above. Or questions like, what about the poor teen who was raped and got pregnant? Deprive her of an education and a chance of fully living her life? The stigmata through her life although it was not a decision she made? I have had any friends who had pregnancies out of wedlock, and I am so amazed at their decision to keep the baby. They braved the side glances and gossips. I also have friends who had aborted their pregnancies..I am not proud to say that it is so much easier to decide the latter when you in that position, when you hide form the light of Truth. If I were in their shoes, I think I would have done the same. :(

What about in the event a baby is diagnosed with a syndrome within the womb that would deny the baby a chance for a normal life? Some doctors highly suggests terminating the pregnancy so as to be kind to the baby. People would say that allowing the baby to live with a deforming syndrome is cruel and selfish on the parents part. An example..Lacey Buchanan

I cannot articulate it well, but I think every life belongs to God, weather or not he/she lives or dies, it is not for me to decide. but I am not able to articulate. And to be honest, neither am I truly brave to proclaim what I believe in in fear of rejection and criticism.

Maybe this stand is not too hard to make after all.

I am pro-life. Abstain from pre-marital sex with respect to the sanctity of the sacrament of marriage. Leave the rest to God.

Never a bed of roses

It's like life is perpetually dramatic! Seriously. From saving my sister and kids from overseas to emotionally wounding words among friends to break and make ups..Gosh...tiring! I felt so caught up in a whirlwind of happenings around me..I have allowed myself to sink in so deep. Making a conscious effort to keep afloat. I really do not want to sink to what I was before. Not going to do all those things I had done before in time of pain. So easy to resort to "pain-relievers" that end up hurting even more. Finally said goodbye to Musad. Not easy, not easy at all. Just glad that I have gained a real good friend instead.

Oh no

It's that phase..the ones in romcoms...the bit where Bridget Jones begins her diary....the part where I am not getting any younger and the kids around me are getting married or having kids of their own....and where am I? I am 26 going on 27, single, a little on the heavy side...and the crazy height (for an asian) does not help...I am hopelessly Catholic, and cannot do with a non-Catholic, yet I cannot seem to find myself drawn to Catholic young adult activities or groups...I'm being invited to a million weddings, and watching everyone else get married on FB... Where is Mr Darcy? Oh yes, I forget, I am supposed to hit rock bottom, get super drunk and embarrass myself in some public even when I meet that Mr right....and then I am supposed to either struggle to get him to notice me, or I am supposed to hate his guts and then embrace the embarrassing fact that I am falling for him, and continue to embarrass myself even further before we can finally be together? Or am I supposed to get one of those crazy make-overs (or wear some Fair and Lovely cream, or wash my hair with Pantene shampoo, or use Colgate of just do that Ugly Betty thingy) to get that obnoxious image crazy guy to fall head over heels for me? Or am I just supposed to sit here and wait, till some smug-married feel pity for me and introduce me to some equally pitied guy (hopefully as secretly cool as me)...or wait! Even that pitiful guy might be repulsed by my appearance? Or...even worse...we settle for each other??!! It just seem to painful to bear any one of those! So...I'm gonna sit put, be my crazy-fun-loving self...with all those crazy ideas of what a man should be, and be happy any way I end up, huh? :) Then..travel...oh God...now doesnt that too sound like another movie...? :S

Rain in Melaka

AH.............What a glorious feeling.....home with the family, cool cool weather, and no work!! What a TREAT!! Nothing beats this...It is lovely...The type of laziness that is immensely pleasant....not the lethargic type..the type that regenerates all those broken emotions and wear downs.....Feels like a bowl of ice-cream minus the fattening effect and extreme fullness......:) The magic of the rain............... :) *happy*

New lifeeeeee

The best part of our journey here is there are always seconds chances. Some people see their cups as half empty and hence would profusely disagree with me, but truth be told...there are always second chances...that is if you acknowledge it as one, and take that chance.. Why I say this..well..the last week, as I mentioned had been crazy...with some skeletons out of the closet in my typically asian, yet very westernised family...marital issues or issues that comes with marriage. Boy, did I freak. The whole wholesome image I had of my family shattered. Things seemed irreconcilable... Yet, there are always second chances..not as beautifully presented as it had been earlier, but present anyhow....sometimes, even 'ugly.' And I was proud my siblings took it up..and hence it is not about being fuss free, but what you about the fuss? Let it overcome you, or grow in it. Cliche, but I guess when it starts to make sense or to carry meaning, think it means you're older....*ouch* Things seemed so hopeless at work...with me oversleeping again! 2nd time in three years! God! Need to do something about dysfunctional alarm clocks...Feel like a character out of one of those books I read....dysfunctional young adult working all alone far from family in the big bad city with everyone around you getting hitched, and you feel like a complete failure, especially when the baby bumps are also appearing...and your fat, boyfriendless and slightly overweight (but u feel a million tonnes overweight tho)...yea..like Bridget Jones...:P Then it was really nice, that though I did make awesome gossip material, the ravenous cats were actually quite nice, and seemed surprised that I was capable of such a blunder...and I believe I am forgiven already....and now, this is what I call a second chance at making it right, in fact better! Of course when it happened, I was definitely seeing an empty glass all together! And then there is the case of Musad...now that one...I'm uncertain of how to look at it...from every angle I see some hope...some hope that he loves me and also some hope that I will soon get over him and we both move on in life....either way there is gonna be excruciating pain....but heck....what's life without it... We did after all eat from the tree of knowledge...now we shall now the experienciating knowledge of good and evil. :P