someone pinch me.
i can't believe my whatever.
the year is just ending.
and we all begin again. 2007.
it scares me.
i know it's not even december, but im feeling it already. the feeling's somewhat foreboding.
i wish it would not come.
but it's nature, to move forward isnt it?
no one grows from old to young. that would be absurd.
but anyway..
Uncle takeshi was amazing.
and i look up to him.
What he said, made me deeply consider how i want my life ahead to be.
What is my conviction?
i just gotta know. it has to be obvious.
What is being grateful?
i really gotta learn to appreciate people.
things have been bugging me lately. be it personally, relationships, sprituality, and my life ahead.
everything somehow affects me lately as i become much unoccupied..
but i set my heart, to mke the best out of evrything.
and it's true how it can be so difficult to deny myself, to focus on what's most important..
well, on thursday, i'll be off to melaka for 4 days.
and, i wanna mke sure, i return refreshed leaving great memories behind and of cos, fufilled.
well, this trip to melaka, is certainly not just a holiday trip but my very own teens retreat and mission trip.
it's God's plan, it's awesome.
It's my father, using me, to mke a difference.
And, i knw.. i gotta be humble.
but hey! im looking forward to it! i really am!~ =D
"well done, good and faithful servant!"
Monday, November 27, 2006
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Xin Long
Well, i would like to share something that touched my heart so much, some time ago.
A boy, or should i say, a young man, called Xin Long.
On that day, Larre instructed,"Fiona, just look out for Xin Long", pointing at his name on the list.
i nodded. rather chirpy at that moment as i couldn't wait to see him.
i ran into the classroom, every child in there was wheelchair bound, all struck with a particular illness- Cerebral Palsy.
Well, some are still able to walk, even utter a few sounds while others just stay buckled on the chairs in an awkward position staring into blank space.
I searched for Xin long, calling out for him, at the same time hoping that he would be one that suffered from mild cerebral palsy so at least it won't be too hard for me to handle, but i guess i was wrong...
There was Xin Long, all scrawny and pale, his bones protruded beneath his skin. He looked like a man, at least my age, no doubt.. but he whinned like a baby, he couldn't even utter a decent word. All he did was groan, grunt, snort and produced burping sounds, but it was natural for him. i was flabbergasted. so, i asked his helper his age, his condition- he was 18 and he suffered from rather severe cerebral palsy. my heart cried for him when i heard that.
As i fed him his tea, i had to tear a small part of the bread, dip it into milo, before putting it into his mouth as he couldn't chew at all. My hands trembled, really, they did. He felt like a glass figurine, too delicate to even stroke lest he might break. That was him.
He wore diapers, not to scare you. And he drools, constantly. And, that really was him. is he human? or a man at all? YES! YES! but his behaviour.....?
well, it certainly looked frightening, or in other words, abnormal.
but my heart, literally melted for him.
i played with him, i danced with him.
i sang for him, he smiled.
to this person, is everything i would do to a kid, in fact, even more.
at the end of the day, he sulked when i left, and his form of showing gratitude was a wide smile, baring all his teeth and his eyes could not be seen at all.
it was just sweet.
i would almost fall in love with him!
who cares about what he is?
but he feels! and that is what matters!
i miss him.
That boy, Xin Long.
well, i guess God created him, to make me realise, how love can be so unconditional, and the position of leading a life so different that it could be even hard to love. Xin Long, he humbled me. He showed me purity, helplessness and the battle of fighting to live. Amazing.
A boy, or should i say, a young man, called Xin Long.
On that day, Larre instructed,"Fiona, just look out for Xin Long", pointing at his name on the list.
i nodded. rather chirpy at that moment as i couldn't wait to see him.
i ran into the classroom, every child in there was wheelchair bound, all struck with a particular illness- Cerebral Palsy.
Well, some are still able to walk, even utter a few sounds while others just stay buckled on the chairs in an awkward position staring into blank space.
I searched for Xin long, calling out for him, at the same time hoping that he would be one that suffered from mild cerebral palsy so at least it won't be too hard for me to handle, but i guess i was wrong...
There was Xin Long, all scrawny and pale, his bones protruded beneath his skin. He looked like a man, at least my age, no doubt.. but he whinned like a baby, he couldn't even utter a decent word. All he did was groan, grunt, snort and produced burping sounds, but it was natural for him. i was flabbergasted. so, i asked his helper his age, his condition- he was 18 and he suffered from rather severe cerebral palsy. my heart cried for him when i heard that.
As i fed him his tea, i had to tear a small part of the bread, dip it into milo, before putting it into his mouth as he couldn't chew at all. My hands trembled, really, they did. He felt like a glass figurine, too delicate to even stroke lest he might break. That was him.
He wore diapers, not to scare you. And he drools, constantly. And, that really was him. is he human? or a man at all? YES! YES! but his behaviour.....?
well, it certainly looked frightening, or in other words, abnormal.
but my heart, literally melted for him.
i played with him, i danced with him.
i sang for him, he smiled.
to this person, is everything i would do to a kid, in fact, even more.
at the end of the day, he sulked when i left, and his form of showing gratitude was a wide smile, baring all his teeth and his eyes could not be seen at all.
it was just sweet.
i would almost fall in love with him!
who cares about what he is?
but he feels! and that is what matters!
i miss him.
That boy, Xin Long.
well, i guess God created him, to make me realise, how love can be so unconditional, and the position of leading a life so different that it could be even hard to love. Xin Long, he humbled me. He showed me purity, helplessness and the battle of fighting to live. Amazing.
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