Monday, November 02, 2009
Overeating VS No Craving
Greed grips you like a seductive woman swirling in her bewitching dance. You can't make her stop until you get your fill of indulgence, which by then would have been overfilled and turned old. As Shakespeare said it well..
"The appetite may sicken and so die.
That strain again! It had a dying fall."
Eating without craving is like kissing without loving. An experience that lost its meaning and easily forgotten as a belch. Numbed and callous, not unlike a call for duty. Is it better then, not to answer the calling?
But I'll say
"If music be the food of love, play on"
If music be the love for food, play on.
posted by kat @
12:20 AM
Thursday, October 08, 2009
The Number
19
posted by kat @
11:08 AM
Thursday, September 24, 2009
The Impossible Wish List
The Impossible Birthday Wish List (Can be reused for Christmas.)
1) To have all the time in the world to learn all that I want to learn, without having to worry about money.
2) A Jeep Wrangler Sport (with the amazing road tax fully covered)
3) Either a cute fluffy little dog or a gigantic fluffy dog
4) A vampire (or make me one)
5) To travel around the world
6) To be a guy once in a while
7) To go underwater without having to breathe (and see if mermaids are real)
8) Meet Peter Pan
9) To be a professional musician
10) Try out the best cakes ever created
11) Driving license
12) A walk-in wardrobe (with clothes in it)
13) To live life on the road
14) A cozy little cottage
15) To be a kid again
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16) Fairy Godparents (so that I can wish for everything myself)
If you can't get me any of those, just get me a nice towel or send a nice text message. (:
posted by kat @
3:35 PM
Saturday, September 05, 2009
What If?
The child would not have to lie to his mum.
The girl would not cry for the guy.
The man would not look out the window wondering how to feed his family for the next half year.
What if the world contains no doubt.
The singer would not sit and write that sad song.
The wife would not sniff out her husband's coat.
The old grandma would not frown in her seat on Sunday morning.
What if there is no greed among us.
The businessman would not have to sell his house.
The young lad would be contented being just a friend.
The domestic helper would not have to return to her country in shame.
But then...
How would the child learn that lying is wrong.
How would the girl know of a greater love.
How would the man realize that everyday, they are being fed.
The singer wouldn't know how to tie emotions with skills.
The wife could still be ignoring her husband.
Grandma could be sitting at home wondering when her world will end.
The businessman wouldn't be free enough to be with his children.
That lad wouldn't understand love.
The helper would have to wait two years to see her family again...
...if all this hadn't happened.
I'd promise you wings to fly, but how would you ever learn to run.
posted by kat @
1:52 AM
Monday, August 24, 2009
Gravels and Stones
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And here we go again. Back to the start of a new route. Where would this winding trail lead me to. Where would I be, how much would I change, who would I meet. Would I still be able to lie among gravels and stones, looking out at the endless blue.
Of fears and worries, how long can one remain at the sidewalk. Or should we count the odds against the risk. But you'll never know love until it pains, and when you feel the pain, you know that you've loved deeply. Don't cut off the pain just yet, let's go back to the love.
Maybe the sky wouldn't be as blue. Maybe the sand would be a rocky course. Maybe the streams would venture into the sea. But for now, let's sit back and breathe, amongst gravels and stones.
posted by kat @
11:56 PM
Monday, July 20, 2009
Anal bout saying Bye
and I realized that I can even thank for my ever annoying grandma
it's her presence in my house that encourages me to proclaim Christ more loudly
another christian in the family
something I never had before
it's an added strength
and because of her, my maid came
a bigger encouragement and motivation
By the way, my grandma may be dying in three months' time
but even when she's gone, I think I can still hold the courage I have now
even though her life has been rather meaningless, nothing more than eat and sleep and complain
I prayed for her before to be a testimony
and today while I was praying, I realized that she had been one
just by being alive
That's when I realized that every single person has the power to impact."
Now you know that Jesus is real... Grandma.
posted by kat @
9:16 PM
Friday, July 03, 2009
A Dead Man or A Dead Heart?
Is it better displaying wounds on a platform and take a sympathy or two? Or stifle up and shrivel, not provoking any harm. To cut at a tear over, till scars plague in the flesh. Or to wrap it up with a final rip, till it bleeds one last.
Either way, it's but beating against the law of nature. To defy against the cruelty of fleeting time.
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4:37 PM