| Sister: | Problem? |
|---|---|
| Me: | Why do you keep saying 'problem'? |
| Sister: | Too bad. |
| Me: | Too bad what? |
| Sister: | Your face. |
✝road in life
Here I am, a freshly graduated diploma holder, about to head off for a two-month vacation followed by the next three years of university. I have taken the final step of my polytechnic life—from being a student to a graduate.
I had two scholarship interviews after my graduation ceremony, which signified the potential of earning a future stepping stone, financial- and career-wise. I have been so blessed to have been given these opportunities, yet I am hesitant to make the decision that will lead me to my prospective future.
Where do I go from here? What do I want to do? Who do I want to be?
This marks one of the most significant crossroads in my life, in which I will have to choose what will make or undo me. I have never had to make such a major decision before—not the step of being a graduate to a student again—but one far more important.
But truly, at every crossroad there is a cross—literally and metaphorically speaking. There is a cross in ‘crossroad’ and likewise, Christ in life. I know that even as I am standing here, helpless and blind, He will take my hand and guide me to where I ought to go, do and be.
So this is my prayer: Jesus, lead me, teach me and show me to the life You have set out for me; not my will, but Yours be done.
There are many of us
harbouring secret loves
quietly tucked away
in our grieving nerves
― Wendy Wong Shumin - “Unfinished yearn”
Countdown to happiness

My heart quickens when I see images of the sky and clouds, earth and land, all captured from plane windows. I am beyond excited to be reunited with my parents and my sister, whom I have not seen in the flesh or physically embraced for more than a year. (I wonder if I will burst into tears upon finally laying eyes on them.) Exactly one month from now I will be at the airport, checking in, getting on a plane, looking out the window and being free!, free in my independence and solitude, and in the exhilaration of doing something completely new and in the excitement of seeing my long missed family.
It is impossible to contain in few words how I inwardly tremble in sheer happiness of looking forward to all that is old and new and in embracing this adventure. I will step on American soil once again, in almost more than a decade. I will revisit places been to as a child and explore new ones that I will now see from the eyes of an almost adult, one who will actually appreciate where I am!
I have so many plans and ideas that pop out of mere kernels and explode into full-fledged scenarios in which I spend my two months there productively and joyfully…
(This entry has no proper structure because I am drowsy from too much anticipation.)
Better far than praise of men
Tis to sit with book and pen
― “Pangur Bán”
Blindur er bóklaus maður.
― Icelandic Proverb
I ache for the feel of
your warm palms
just above my ankle
and through the clothes
on my small back,
the touch from a stranger
I have no inkling of yet
With paper thin eyelids
the curve of a freckled back
and yes, soft sighing lips
a secret nook in your neck
a place where I can bury myself in,
where my love collects
In this feverish yellow heat
vision smudged in black
I think of the man
I have not yet met
but of whom I have such faith
of his arms outstretched,
when he comes to me
before our sun sets
your warm palms
just above my ankle
and through the clothes
on my small back,
the touch from a stranger
I have no inkling of yet
the curve of a freckled back
and yes, soft sighing lips
a secret nook in your neck
a place where I can bury myself in,
where my love collects
vision smudged in black
I think of the man
I have not yet met
but of whom I have such faith
of his arms outstretched,
when he comes to me
before our sun sets
―
Wendy Wong Shumin - “Feel with Heat”
- (This is the poetry I write when I am feeling sick, when it is drizzling grey outside and when I listen to meso meso and the likes.)
26/03/12
À quinze heures
26/03/12
Hiking at MacRitchie Reservoir




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