Woman in the mirror.

One saw me playing badminton with a few children and said I looked like I play badminton.

One saw me doing a backhand flick of the frisbee and thought I’m good in frisbee.

One saw my broad shoulders, and said I look like a very athletic person.

One heard me playing the piano once, and said I should go on and be a music producer.

It’s all a facade. Don’t you think everything is misleading?

I saw my own shadows and thought my shadows looked slim.

It’s all but a shadow, no?

The truth is, shuttlecocks hit me instead of the reverse.

My forehand throw is shaky, my flick is faux.

Yeah I play once a while, but like I said, it’s a facade. A make believe.

I’ve played the piano since 5; classically trained and I don’t know Beethoven from Mozart.

Go figure.

It’s “see you!” once again.

All good things come to an end. Thank God he doesn't.

As our Les Cars Rouge bus made its way to its 3rd destination in front of the Louvre, I caught glimpses of the huge glass pyramid by Ieoh Ming Pei, the man who was commissioned for the architecture, through the towering pillars of the Musee. I see only parts of the pyramid, a little of its transparent corner but I could imagine the splendour and grandeur of it.

Actually, that’s not true. My attempt to create an image of Louvre was foiled, because I was simply taken away by the building, a la Napoleon’s style, to quote one of his French man.

Likewise, I’m getting only glimpses of what God is doing in their hearts. Yes yes, no need to go all gloom and doom when I can choose to go sunshine and smiles by trust.

Au revoir fellow homemates. God willing, we’ll meet again and I know we will meet soon, if a year goes by as it does now.

I’ll save my tears.

…

Okay, maybe I’ll tear a bit.

UK + people who know me since birth

Wind helps a kite to fly, but wind also makes it hard to stop flying. Oh it’s so easy to go with the wind.

But I always forget about the string.

Note to self: Need to finish the report for prof. Ack.

Questions I ask myself.

Who do I really look up to?

Who am I waiting for?

Where’s home?

What’s next?

lomo-fied,tsuey

Photography.

If you’re wondering what have I been up to these days in photography, check out this:

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=51892&id=730594607&l=7fe2b641b0

I usually post photos on my Facebook because it generates more comments, really good ones. You’ll see that I’ve slowly progressed for the better (honestly!) if you browse through the photos (by going to the link above) in a reverse order.

I’ve been thinking recently of expanding what I can do with my photos and my skill. I bet I can do so much more good than pleasing mine and other’s eyes; other than snapping around and posting them on Facebook. But I don’t have much idea for the time being.  I’ve only thought of making post cards with them and sell/give them.

Hmmm…what say you?

Only this.

Onboard.

Lesson learnt during summer:

God is bringing me on a crazy journey and no matter how many hours I spend on questioning my survival, I am getting through it.

Let’s go.

Kill pride.

Pride. Pffttt…

If only finding pride is as easy as mushroom picking in the field, where I can see the tiny caps sprouting all over, I wouldn’t feel as tried and tired as I could be sometimes. If only pride comes like a shower of thunder and rain, and then cease to exist when the sun comes out, I wouldn’t need to have repetitious battle. If only pride is like a domino which never falls, and never forms that domino effect, my mind and soul wouldn’t be as sickening as it is now.

But no, finding pride chooses to be an ongoing excavation of time bombs. Buried and hidden, finding pride requires me to tread with care and my absolute concentration of mind and soul, and there are endless of these bombs 7 feet under. It is the malignant tumour that eventually causes cancer if not removed. Even if removed, this tumour returns to haunt my conscience and my perception.

Why do I constantly forget that I have nothing to boast? Why do I take the world as if it revolves around me? Why is my mind so fragile and so prone to self-glorification?

I ask a different question now.

Why do I forget that it is the Lord who gives me hope amidst my disappointment of self? Why so downcast O my soul?

*takes a deep breath*

On a different note (haha), people say my blog is sad and hard to understand (?). Yes yes, the pretence to be intellectually hard to perceive is on me. The pseudo-ness of my words.

But aye, I am a sad person. A crippled one, a person so very sinful and far from God’s perfection.

Oddly enough, I have this peculiar hope that God still loves me.

Suck it up, will you? Geez.

It is a marathon, isn’t it? If you pay attention to people who are running faster than you, you get discouraged and never finish the race.

Oh Lord, I need my 100 plus; my regular dose of 100 plus.

I wish I’m in a dreamland and wake up to heaven. But wait, that’s running away right? So what do I do?

Suck it up, Tsuey. Suck it up. Toughen up. Be a man. Or woman.

Whatever.

Review.

This is may seem weird, but I’m in the mood to share my life with the world right now but you really have to check this out. Read the comments.

Hahahahhaha scandalous comments all the way. Big hugs to Uncle William, Pui Man and Shaun!

I’m reading my past posts and I must say, I was pretty funny a writer. Okay yeah, self praise is no praise *knocks head*.

That was a year ago; I think I’ve lost the clown in me. What’s left is just the red cheeks and maybe the big red nose too. Oh where have you been, my humoresque self? Come back, I welcome you.

And oh, what’s this about Ipoh? Dang, I am pretty picky with words eh. Who on earth is the dark knight? Hahahaha oh my oh my, I’ve made my day.

Sorry if this sounds like I’m mumbling to myself…but wait, I am! So no sorry.

This too, when I wrote the sweetest post for Jo. I still can’t believe I wrote that *knocks head again* and Ciara being so sweet about it too! My night’s blooming.

This could only spell one thing.

I’m reviving my blog.

I am too good a writer to be let off writing *bash head*