God made me really happy today. I don't know when was the last time I consciously felt this.
Today was my offday, or rather, yesterday, and that is the first time this week I get to watch "My Love from the Star". I was hoping it hadn't finish airing. It was the last episode! So delighted that I get to watch the end of this drama. Extremely happy. Thank God.
I also watch "Meet Joe Black" which is a movie about Death taking an old man, Bill, away. There were love, sacrifices, kisses and goodbyes. It was quite sad but it brings a lot of silent realisation and wisdom. The Preacher said in Ecclesiastes that more wisdom was found in the house of mourning than the house of mirth. I found it very true. The movie ended with the song "Somewhere Over the Rainbow".
In short, thanks to God, I prepared well for my interview today and passed it, plus watched a lot of movies and ate the food I liked. It was a good day. I was happy. I just wanted to remember that.
Someday I'll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me
Thursday, 23 April 2015
Thursday, 16 April 2015
Italy
Raining. Listening to Misty Edwards' "Arms Wide Open''.
Browsing through scholarship offers. Saw Italy. Masters Programme.
Night. In a high building. Condominium. Drinking some drink. Sitting on the couch.Yellow lights in the room. Suite room. Large window. Down there, busy traffic and shimmering glows in the city below.
I am in Italy. Alone. In my dream.
The imagination is so vivid, complete with the feels.
Sometimes, I secretly hope to make such a trip. Alone. In the taxi, in the plane, in a foreign place.
But there is so much fear. Fear of danger, fear of loneliness, fear of loving that life too much, fear of discovering it is not as beautiful as it seemed, fear that it will wreck my hope. For who can live without hope.
Browsing through scholarship offers. Saw Italy. Masters Programme.
Night. In a high building. Condominium. Drinking some drink. Sitting on the couch.Yellow lights in the room. Suite room. Large window. Down there, busy traffic and shimmering glows in the city below.
I am in Italy. Alone. In my dream.
The imagination is so vivid, complete with the feels.
Sometimes, I secretly hope to make such a trip. Alone. In the taxi, in the plane, in a foreign place.
But there is so much fear. Fear of danger, fear of loneliness, fear of loving that life too much, fear of discovering it is not as beautiful as it seemed, fear that it will wreck my hope. For who can live without hope.
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