so i lied.

yes. i haven’t re-started blogging even though i said i would.

life has just been too hectic. working for practically no money and for 15 hour days is just plain awful. especially when my train decides to stop running for the whole month and more.

my writing endeavors have ceased. and i’m starting to think that *gasp* my creativity has been doing the same. i need to carry an idea book around. my ideas come at the weirdest time.

i’ve sent out over 30 resumes and have gotten 3 responses. 1 of which was a scam. the other 2, jobs i’m not particularly interested in. 1 of 2 said jobs, i got hired for. making sushi for barely any money per hour. oh wells. sucks to be me.

but i’m almost certain that everything is going to work out eventually. 

i felt the same way quite some time ago. but at worship on one of the sundays when i least expected it to, i was, for the lack of a better word, moved.

i felt like i was a hopeless little girl running and running and running on a dirt road. ok, first of all, imagining that i’m a little girl already shows that something was wrong with that idea. me? little girl? more like fat-ice-cream-eating-boy. but that’s about the same thing if you think about it. hehe! no offense no offense =P

anyways, run and run i go. and finally when i’m all drained out and exhausted, i sat down on the dirt road and started drawing pictures on the sand.

all of a sudden, a tall man stood next to me. his presence felt so familiar, like an old friend. but at the same time, i couldn’t recognize him. he’s been away for far too long.

he didn’t say anything to me. he just stood there looking at me with a comforting gaze. then, he sat down next to me and just started drawing with me. 

at that moment, i felt that everything was okay. even if its not, it’s going to be okay. that i was going to get to my destination happy and safe because my old friend is always going to be next to me, pulling me through.

=)

That’s my God. Who’s yours? 

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i’ve started tweeting. much more convenient than blogging, i must say =P

i’m back!

… that’s why i haven’t been blogging ; ) hahaha 

not really. i just thought this picture was cute.

been really busy and contemplating switching back to Blogger. Ha!

To NYC Tourists.

This is a subway entrance. 

This is an exit. But if you’re on the outside, it is ALSO an entrance.

So when you’re NOT from New York, or are visiting, or are just plain unfamiliar with it, you’ll know. AND when people who are actually familiar with it are trying to help you, you LISTEN and do not ASSUME that you know how it works because it is obvious that you DON’T.

When you swipe your Metrocard, you enter. Simple enough? Apparently not.

Why the angst you ask?

Not too long ago when i was trying to exit the subway, there were these tourists trying to get in, so i wait. They swipe once, push the gate, and THEN try to get in. $2.00 gone. They start gong hysterical, screaming, “Why isn’t this working?!” 

They swipe again, and tries to push the gate again. I stop them and was like, “No no no! Come in!”. The man gives me a mean look and says, “I know what I’m doing, we have subways in *country to be left unnamed* too.” So i let go and he pushes the gate and THEN he tries to get in again. Yes, we all guessed it, he failed epic-ly and lost another $2.00. At this point, the two ladies who were with him were like screaming in frustration because they’re losing money. Oh yeah, one of those ladies were already INSIDE. So i don’t understand why they couldn’t figure it out. It’s not rocket science. 

So finally, i said, “Wait.” I pushed the gate and got out, I swiped my unlimited Metrocard for him, gently nudge him to get in front of the gate and said, “Push.” 

Ta-da! We solved the big conundrum that is the New York Subway Entrance!

And he goes, “Thanks. It’s different in *country to be left unnamed*.”

So i go, “No worries. Have a nice day!”

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So that’s my story.

But here’s the New York Subway Map.

If you actually LOOK at it, it’s not that complicated And pretty fun to figure out!

So before you actually freak out, read it. White dots, express. Black dots, local. Are we good?

Sarah, come! 

Hahahaha

Peace out!

Misinterpreted Beauty.

I heard a sad story about a school mate that i was not particularly fond of when i was in school.

I’m never the one to wish ill on people i don’t like. But i have to admit that i did not like this person very much. I guess it’s because we were too different. I did not agree with her views or the way she carried herself. Hence, i never bothered to get to know her better.

I wonder if i would have been able to make a difference in her life if i wasn’t such a judgmental person back then. If i could’ve, i sincerely apologize for lacking on my part. 

I’m not going into details about what happened to her to respect her privacy.

But i’m going to try my best to express my view

I think that every woman is beautiful. We were made in God’s image. I think that’s reason enough.

Our bodies are also the Temple of God. When we do not respect it, i believe that we’re not respecting God as well.

He made us beautiful. Like this..

 

But when we forget our worth, we become like this..

Forgetting your worth is, disrespecting what God made holy (you).

Also, the way you dress sends out signals on how you wish to be treated. So i don’t understand! I don’t understand how some women can walk out of their house practically naked and claim that they are not seeking attention.

I read once that there’s a huge difference between dressing attractively and dressing to attract.

I really hope that more girls will reach the epiphany of how wonderfully they were made. Why does community degrade women? And why do women stand for it?

I’m frustrated.

I really want her to know how beautiful she is. But i’m not even supposed to know this secret about her. And from our “relationship”, i don’t think i have the right to say anything.

What should i do? : (

Forever 21.

I don’t like this place because there are too many of them in New York!

It’s like the Starbucks of clothes in New York.

There’s just too many everywhere!

BUT. My friend told me something very cool about them today I SUPPORT! but i still might not buy their clothes. we’ll see

In New York, under every FOREVER 21 shopping bag, it says, “John 3:16″

Cool, eh?

I wonder if they do the same thing in Malaysia. Hmm.. Or anywhere else for that matter.

Stories of My Favorite People =)

Today i put on a pair of shoes that i bought when i was 13, to work.

Not. A. Good. Idea.

By the time i got to my train station after work, i could no longer lift my feet. I had to drag them all the way home. Oh, the pain.

Not only that, it resulted in mighty blisters on my heels. And people who’ve experienced it, i’m sure you know how itchy and annoying it can be >.<

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Over a very extremely good cup of Pinkberry (frozen yogurt) with an equally good friend, we talked about lots of things but what really got me, well, both of us thinking was how does a person really know when they’ve found the right one to spend the rest of their lives with?

Do people really settle for less because they are afraid that they can’t find the right one?

If not, how do you know who’s the right one?

I’ve never really been, for the lack of a better word, educated on this.

Growing up, i was surrounded by great love stories of both my grandparents and my parents.

My grandpa and grandma were each other’s first love. He was the most handsome and ambitious boy in their village. All the girls were crazy about him. And she was the good girl, quiet and beautiful. Every boy’s dream girl =)

They were in love, and wouldn’t admit it. He left the village to pursue his ambitions in the city. 2 years(?) later, he came back to take her hand in marriage.

And to THIS day, they still take morning walks together, hand in hand. (I even got rejected by my grandpa once coz he wanted to hold my grandma’s hand. pfft.)

EPIC. (In my book, at least =P)

My dad went to an all boys school and my mom went to an all girls school. He was a dork (sorry, daddy! but it’s true! =P) and she was the prettiest girl.

Through friends, they were introduced. He was too scared to even ask her out on their first date! But they did end up having one, of course. Else, i wouldn’t be here today =P

They went to church together, got saved together, and even became singers for the church! =)

Because neither of them were rich, their dates consist of riding on my dad’s motorcycle and A&W’s Coney Dogs.

He wanted to marry her.

And despite my grandfather’s objections, they got married.

And, i daresay, lived happily ever after, a few bumps here and there but conquered together.

EPIC.

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That is the reason why i don’t give my heart out easily. I can’t.

I want my epic tale too! I could settle for less. But i won’t.

Cheers! =)

Mosquito Mentality.

Yesterday, i couldn’t fall asleep even though i was really sleepy and tired.

It was really hot in my room and i was tossing and turning, debating whether i should put my blanket on.

Weird, you say?

No.

When i was little, i used to hate putting on my blanket. And my sister would always ask me too.

“You’ll regret it,” she’ll say.

I did. I’d wake up in the morning with mosquito bites all over my body.

So as i grew up, i’ll always sleep with my blanket on. Hot or cold.

I even put on the disgusting blanket that they gave us in National Service.

I am a victim of mosquito mentality.

Another “mosquito mentality” i realized i have is taking a shower in less than 10 minutes.

As a kid, my shower routine would be; soap, scrub, shampoo, wash, dry. I’d be done in 5 minutes. It was all good. I would be clean.

But my aunts would laugh at me and say that i “mandi kerbau”, which means that i’m not clean after i shower. Or something along those lines.

Hence, birthed another “mosquito mentality”.

What’s yours? =P

Snippets of Today’s Thoughts :)

Where do we draw the line?

When will we know when our hearts are at stake?

We’re always told to protect our hearts. But never how.

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I’m sure you’ve heard of the famous advice to Listen.

I think i’m a pretty good listener. I always jump at the opportunity to listen when someone wants to vent.

And i remember stuff that people say and respond accordingly.

So i always thought that this advice was irrelevant.

But today, i was talking to a friend. And he totally did not Listen. And that bugged me out waaay more than it should.

Every question i asked was replied with a statement about himself or what he did that day. I had the most puzzled expression plastered on my face throughout the conversation. I wish i took a picture.

So yeah. Interesting. No?

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Funny how God teaches you stuff through the weirdest experiences

That’s why i love Him though. He’s crazy. In a good way, of course

Secret.

When i was growing up, i was convinced that the whole world was in on a secret. But no one would tell me about it.

I was always very paranoid and wondered if i would learn the secret over the years.

I never did.

It was on how to read minds.

I was convinced that people could read my mind and they know what i was thinking.

Now, i guess i was just being silly.

But i still want in on the secret!!! I think life would be so much easier if thoughts could be read.

It would be a lot more honest.

And maybe a little honesty is what we all need every now and again. Maybe it could be only on Fridays when thoughts can be read?

What do you say, God?

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