"They say that the youngest blossoms, are the late, but the most rare and beautiful of all."
I don't know if I'll say this on a yearly basis but, this year might have been the year with the sweetest and bittermost moments.
2012 is probably one of the years I'd cherish for memories. The year I finally learned a bit of adulthood, scarcely at the beginning. However, looked like it begun teaching me the very parts of living life.
I'd say that life pushed me as it is to grow as it always did. For the first time, I don't think I'd wanna set resolutions or plan so much for the year. I've learned that no matter how far we plan, somehow life just diverts according to how our lives were designed each uniquely by someone far greater than we know.
I've learned that each of us were made different, and to excel, we have to dare to be different. We often try to mimic the paths of others, not realizing that each of us are special in our own individual ways.
I finally realized, as humans, we can't be alone. We will need people to guide us, stand by us even when things get difficult. To be a successful person, none can stand but on his or her own pride. Even the most knowledgable or successful students; it had all begun with a teacher, parent or motivator.
I have come to learn again, even if for the millionth time, that life is harsh; yet, each lesson if taken positively, makes us stronger. I've learned that we trust with wisdom, love within boundaries. I've also learned that love comes from the most unexpected places or people. I've learned that giving up on hope seems like the best option when things get hard. However, it is when we push beyond pain and adversities, I believe somehow, we get stronger.
Although I don't see much of the sun in a dark, rising cloud, I've learned to trust that things happen for a reason. We don't see the pearl in it's making. Little do we realize, then soon enough, there'll be the most valueble jems in the palm of our hands. I believe now, that when time is right, fruits will ripen and the best is yet to come. They say that the youngest blossoms, are the late, but the most rare and beautiful of all.
Above all, I've learned to trust in the higher power. I've realized that nothing in this world can ever fulfill or comfort better than being greatly loved. It is not by ourselves that we exist, but a supernatural gift of love.
Before the year comes to an end, I'm really glad for the wonderful people that have come into my life within this short period of 365 days and those who have been in it longer than I've imagine. Thank you so much, it is because of all of you that contributed to who I am today.
With much love, may these last few hours of the years be cherished as your sweetest memories as dawn for a new morning of the year is coming. And perhaps, better things will come.
Monday, December 31, 2012
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Lantern Festival 2012 (PTUM)
"Sometimes when circumstances around us push us to our limits to give up, that's when we should persists on staying on til we finally reach the end."
26 NOVEMBER 2012
Today when I woke up, I found myself humming tunes of the songs we danced to, in fact played them while finishing class assignments.
When I think back of last night's achievements, it may not have been all perfect, but as a whole it was a perfect experience to me.
This year's lantern festival featured the theme, Filial Piety, which is an important issue addressed in Chinese traditional families. In modern days like these, some of us have lost that attitude of being filial to our parents resulting in diverse family relationships. From beginning to the end, this event has touched my heart ranging from performances, to events, words and people.
The exhibition related stories such as Mulan and the Lotus Sun portraying filial piety.Salutes to the exhibition crew, I totally enjoyed the tour which consisted of handmade lanterns, paintings and art.
Before this, almost everything seemed like a struggle. Balancing time became a huge task, between both academics and daily activities which were continuously unending. These caused a lot of breakdowns for some of us, having being tiresome. But for what it's worth, for each time we gather to dance, it some sort seemed like the lethargy didn't matter much anymore.
Being in the performance Biro, I'm glad for the opportunity I had. I got the chance to meet new friends; friends that warmed my heart. Friends that were there to cry with when things got hard. Friends to care for when I was sick and also friends who understood each other, facing every difficult turn as team.
I'll remember the blisters and bruises we got while dancing, or the point we get so exhausted that we sleep at every corner of the floor in dental faculty. From last minute tailoring to polishing of steps, it seems tiring but at least we're doing all these together. Most of all, the one thing that drived us bonded together was the passion and love for both dance and people. After a long time, I finally felt the feeling of a big, happy family working together towards our goal in producing a good performance. In this whole process, we learned to trust each other, to have faith and keep holding on.
PTUM this year is more than just a mere event to me, a cluster of memories and experiences to treasure for life. Mostly, I'll have to say that I value the friendship and love from every single person...Not forgetting the teachers in PTUM.
Too many words, too many things which cannot be uttered. They only remain in the heart and mind, but these are the words I can come up with so far. To the teachers of PTUM, thank you for teaching us and for the given opportunity to participate in this distinctive event. To the final years dancers, I'm really glad to shared your last experience on stage with all of you. To my the performers and everyone else, thank you for the wonderful support given. Already missing everyone!
26 NOVEMBER 2012
Today when I woke up, I found myself humming tunes of the songs we danced to, in fact played them while finishing class assignments.
When I think back of last night's achievements, it may not have been all perfect, but as a whole it was a perfect experience to me.
This year's lantern festival featured the theme, Filial Piety, which is an important issue addressed in Chinese traditional families. In modern days like these, some of us have lost that attitude of being filial to our parents resulting in diverse family relationships. From beginning to the end, this event has touched my heart ranging from performances, to events, words and people.
The exhibition related stories such as Mulan and the Lotus Sun portraying filial piety.Salutes to the exhibition crew, I totally enjoyed the tour which consisted of handmade lanterns, paintings and art.
Before this, almost everything seemed like a struggle. Balancing time became a huge task, between both academics and daily activities which were continuously unending. These caused a lot of breakdowns for some of us, having being tiresome. But for what it's worth, for each time we gather to dance, it some sort seemed like the lethargy didn't matter much anymore.
Being in the performance Biro, I'm glad for the opportunity I had. I got the chance to meet new friends; friends that warmed my heart. Friends that were there to cry with when things got hard. Friends to care for when I was sick and also friends who understood each other, facing every difficult turn as team.
I'll remember the blisters and bruises we got while dancing, or the point we get so exhausted that we sleep at every corner of the floor in dental faculty. From last minute tailoring to polishing of steps, it seems tiring but at least we're doing all these together. Most of all, the one thing that drived us bonded together was the passion and love for both dance and people. After a long time, I finally felt the feeling of a big, happy family working together towards our goal in producing a good performance. In this whole process, we learned to trust each other, to have faith and keep holding on.
PTUM this year is more than just a mere event to me, a cluster of memories and experiences to treasure for life. Mostly, I'll have to say that I value the friendship and love from every single person...Not forgetting the teachers in PTUM.
Too many words, too many things which cannot be uttered. They only remain in the heart and mind, but these are the words I can come up with so far. To the teachers of PTUM, thank you for teaching us and for the given opportunity to participate in this distinctive event. To the final years dancers, I'm really glad to shared your last experience on stage with all of you. To my the performers and everyone else, thank you for the wonderful support given. Already missing everyone!
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Metamorphosis to Adulthood
"When we were young, we wanted to grow up too quickly. Now that we've grown up, the only wish left is to turn back the hands of time and be little again."
Tonight is the last night I spend still be being under parental care, based on the law. By 12 midnight, I'd be expected to make the right choices. Most people think it's the key to freedom, but when I think about it, I am afraid. For 20 years, I've relied on parental guidance, not that I won't need them anymore. But now, everything is absolutely a choice of mine, which means if I screw up, that's the path I'd have to walk.
Turning 21 in another three hours is making slightly nervous. I know I'll always have my parents by my side to guide me, but I hope that I'll be anchored and strong enough to make good decisions.
If I could make a 21st birthday wish to God, the first thing I hope for is wisdom to guide me through what life is going to throw at me. Life in adulthood as far as I know means going out there in the world, where we're not really much in the protected zone anymore.
However, I guess that all things come at the right time. Tomorrow was the day chosen for me, the birthdate marked in God's very own calendar before I was even born on Earth. Guess He knows when I'm ready to metamorphosize into the butterfly; finally hatching from that long time cocoon I've been wrapped up in during teenage years.
Am I actually ready to face the harsh, cruel reality out there? I guess that's what the 20 years were there for. Teenage years being the time to experiment crazy things, experiencing falling into the ditch; getting up and getting strong again with the help of our loved ones.
When I think about the years I've been through, I'm glad I've lived through these many to actually see only so little of the world. Yet, in our tiny dictionary, it's like we've seen so many things. I've had bitter sweet moments. Of those that have hurt and of those that has brought the greatest memories of all. I've lost people along the way, and gained real ones as well.
I've learned that love is indeed and will always be the most powerful element in giving us faith for tomorrow. Also, I have learned that life has its ups and downs, and the only thing we have left is to hold strong, keep believing in ourselves. To believe in the impossible and reach beyond the skies.
I recall the time I almost gave up on life, but then again, life never gives up on us. We were here for a reason, not by choice. We weren't made by accident, which gives us only one solution, that's to keep moving forward despite the days that seem impossible because we never know what is installed for tomorrow.
I know I'm just about turning into adulthood, but maybe, just maybe at least I do know that life can seem difficult but it is by our choice to start living. They say 21 is the key to freedom. I'll put it then as a key of freedom to make good grown up decisions, choosing and doing the right things.
Each breath another moment of us living,
Like the caterpillar spinning it's cocoon,
Finally hatching into metamorphosis of a butterfly,
Fly,fly little butterfly into the open,
To beautiful flowers in greener grasses of meadows,
Raindrops may make it hard to flap those wings of yours,
But never let that be the reason to stop rising towards the morning sun,
Blowing 21 candles means reaching another stage of life,
Life is only so much as we make it.
~Fidelia
Tonight is the last night I spend still be being under parental care, based on the law. By 12 midnight, I'd be expected to make the right choices. Most people think it's the key to freedom, but when I think about it, I am afraid. For 20 years, I've relied on parental guidance, not that I won't need them anymore. But now, everything is absolutely a choice of mine, which means if I screw up, that's the path I'd have to walk.
Turning 21 in another three hours is making slightly nervous. I know I'll always have my parents by my side to guide me, but I hope that I'll be anchored and strong enough to make good decisions.
If I could make a 21st birthday wish to God, the first thing I hope for is wisdom to guide me through what life is going to throw at me. Life in adulthood as far as I know means going out there in the world, where we're not really much in the protected zone anymore.
However, I guess that all things come at the right time. Tomorrow was the day chosen for me, the birthdate marked in God's very own calendar before I was even born on Earth. Guess He knows when I'm ready to metamorphosize into the butterfly; finally hatching from that long time cocoon I've been wrapped up in during teenage years.
Am I actually ready to face the harsh, cruel reality out there? I guess that's what the 20 years were there for. Teenage years being the time to experiment crazy things, experiencing falling into the ditch; getting up and getting strong again with the help of our loved ones.
When I think about the years I've been through, I'm glad I've lived through these many to actually see only so little of the world. Yet, in our tiny dictionary, it's like we've seen so many things. I've had bitter sweet moments. Of those that have hurt and of those that has brought the greatest memories of all. I've lost people along the way, and gained real ones as well.
I've learned that love is indeed and will always be the most powerful element in giving us faith for tomorrow. Also, I have learned that life has its ups and downs, and the only thing we have left is to hold strong, keep believing in ourselves. To believe in the impossible and reach beyond the skies.
I recall the time I almost gave up on life, but then again, life never gives up on us. We were here for a reason, not by choice. We weren't made by accident, which gives us only one solution, that's to keep moving forward despite the days that seem impossible because we never know what is installed for tomorrow.
I know I'm just about turning into adulthood, but maybe, just maybe at least I do know that life can seem difficult but it is by our choice to start living. They say 21 is the key to freedom. I'll put it then as a key of freedom to make good grown up decisions, choosing and doing the right things.
Each breath another moment of us living,
Like the caterpillar spinning it's cocoon,
Finally hatching into metamorphosis of a butterfly,
Fly,fly little butterfly into the open,
To beautiful flowers in greener grasses of meadows,
Raindrops may make it hard to flap those wings of yours,
But never let that be the reason to stop rising towards the morning sun,
Blowing 21 candles means reaching another stage of life,
Life is only so much as we make it.
~Fidelia
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
My Little Island Called Home
"The days here are numbered, I savour each and every second back here."
It's been rainy for the past few days; clearing the haze. Like, finally! Finally able to see the clear blue skies reflect on the ocean. The trees get really green and it brings that freshness of inspiration to the soul. Yes, the mists at the hill is clearly in sight, reminds me of some kind of mountain view seen on TV.
As I tour around the streets which only vacant after school break, I begin to think of those lovely lights by the street. They seem so real now, but in awhile more, they will fade away into mere memories. Drove around the empty roads and keep wishing the place that I'm going to would at least have a little bit of Penang. But again, every state has its own roads, its own culture.
By the Jetty
Spent some time by the beach, allowed the waters to creep to my feet. Warm sea, cold fine-grain sand beneath that drown for each step I take, leaving footprints on the ground. Definitely gonna miss the lovely sunset view, the ones where orange paints the skies horizontally, turning the blue skies purple then to dark where stars began to take lit.
Sunset view
I don't know if I'm being biased, but there is one thing noticed. Penang in one way or another has almost a balance of everything. From food, to culture, we have good chill out spots and awesome malls. Gifted by nature, the hills, beaches, and gardens seem to be the only reason for temptation to keep wanting to breathe the outdoor air. A wonderful place to breathe, and relieve all tensions. I don't know if its just me but it seems to be a place that birth inspiration, passion and newly born ideas.
Penang Hawker delights
Penang isn't just a food heaven. Totally have to admit that it's one of the things that make me so in love with Penang. You can find food at almost every corner at almost every part of the day and we practically live to eat! Penang is almost more than everything I can remember. My home, the place that watched me grow up. Penang, my home of memories.
Mural and Street painting
Wonder how things will be like once I get back, cause even though Penang maybe just a tiny turtle island, it holds so much more value than people realize.
This is the island called home.
It's been rainy for the past few days; clearing the haze. Like, finally! Finally able to see the clear blue skies reflect on the ocean. The trees get really green and it brings that freshness of inspiration to the soul. Yes, the mists at the hill is clearly in sight, reminds me of some kind of mountain view seen on TV.
As I tour around the streets which only vacant after school break, I begin to think of those lovely lights by the street. They seem so real now, but in awhile more, they will fade away into mere memories. Drove around the empty roads and keep wishing the place that I'm going to would at least have a little bit of Penang. But again, every state has its own roads, its own culture.
Spent some time by the beach, allowed the waters to creep to my feet. Warm sea, cold fine-grain sand beneath that drown for each step I take, leaving footprints on the ground. Definitely gonna miss the lovely sunset view, the ones where orange paints the skies horizontally, turning the blue skies purple then to dark where stars began to take lit.
I don't know if I'm being biased, but there is one thing noticed. Penang in one way or another has almost a balance of everything. From food, to culture, we have good chill out spots and awesome malls. Gifted by nature, the hills, beaches, and gardens seem to be the only reason for temptation to keep wanting to breathe the outdoor air. A wonderful place to breathe, and relieve all tensions. I don't know if its just me but it seems to be a place that birth inspiration, passion and newly born ideas.
Penang isn't just a food heaven. Totally have to admit that it's one of the things that make me so in love with Penang. You can find food at almost every corner at almost every part of the day and we practically live to eat! Penang is almost more than everything I can remember. My home, the place that watched me grow up. Penang, my home of memories.
Wonder how things will be like once I get back, cause even though Penang maybe just a tiny turtle island, it holds so much more value than people realize.
This is the island called home.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Dear Little One
'Felt that tiny little heartbeat as you slept soundly in my arms.'
Dear little one,
There's just that little part of everything of you that made me feel like pouring out how I feel today.
I understand now when people say, there's this innocence of the baby that draws love. You're helpless, yet, in this, you have the strength to make one offer protective care and love to you.
Little dear, just one glance at your face makes me wish a thousand times that one day I'll have a little one just like you. The only difference is that this time, I'll know he or she is mine.
You remind me of the way I watched each family member was born after me, giving that I was born first within my immediate family. Watching every birth, I wonder how it feels like to have your very own.
With my own eyes, I've seen how babies bring about good memories. A baby binds the family together.
Little ones like you look so fragile. Holding your tiny little body, feeling every tiny detail of your little vertebrae. They're soft and a single harm could loose you everything. Holding you in my arms made me think and ponder, if you were my very own. I would risks anything to see you protected and unharmed from the threats of the world. To make you stay forever this way and never grow up. Making every possibility to see your tiny yawns, that innocent face. Those red cheeks and fully shut eyes is something I wouldn't forget.
Babies like you are a bundle of joy. Their one of the only reasons that make me smile when I step into the doors of a hospital. You little ones symbolize life, a regeneration of those who have passed on. The tears you cry as a sign of breath, the way you first start living, even I can't deny how you make me smile in the inside. As young as you are, you've already begun the very fight of survival.
Dear baby,
I hope that one day, I'll have you as my very own. People tell me that I plan way ahead, but maybe girls were born with a maternal instinct. They tell me that I'm crazy to want to have you soon. But somehow, I'll always look forward to that one day that I'll be able to embrace you in my arms as my very own.
Dear little one,
There's just that little part of everything of you that made me feel like pouring out how I feel today.
I understand now when people say, there's this innocence of the baby that draws love. You're helpless, yet, in this, you have the strength to make one offer protective care and love to you.
Little dear, just one glance at your face makes me wish a thousand times that one day I'll have a little one just like you. The only difference is that this time, I'll know he or she is mine.
You remind me of the way I watched each family member was born after me, giving that I was born first within my immediate family. Watching every birth, I wonder how it feels like to have your very own.
With my own eyes, I've seen how babies bring about good memories. A baby binds the family together.
Little ones like you look so fragile. Holding your tiny little body, feeling every tiny detail of your little vertebrae. They're soft and a single harm could loose you everything. Holding you in my arms made me think and ponder, if you were my very own. I would risks anything to see you protected and unharmed from the threats of the world. To make you stay forever this way and never grow up. Making every possibility to see your tiny yawns, that innocent face. Those red cheeks and fully shut eyes is something I wouldn't forget.
Babies like you are a bundle of joy. Their one of the only reasons that make me smile when I step into the doors of a hospital. You little ones symbolize life, a regeneration of those who have passed on. The tears you cry as a sign of breath, the way you first start living, even I can't deny how you make me smile in the inside. As young as you are, you've already begun the very fight of survival.
Dear baby,
I hope that one day, I'll have you as my very own. People tell me that I plan way ahead, but maybe girls were born with a maternal instinct. They tell me that I'm crazy to want to have you soon. But somehow, I'll always look forward to that one day that I'll be able to embrace you in my arms as my very own.
Friday, August 3, 2012
Little Things That Matter
The little things that inspired the beginning of this blog were thoughts. Just thoughts.
Coming so far made me wonder how most of us rely on emotions to react to daily situations.
It matters so much for people to ask how we're doing. A simple gesture makes our day, it reminds us that there are people out there who still care.
In today's world, people don't realize how priorities, time and just actions can tell so much. A person can be having a sardine-packed schedule, but a few seconds of telling others that they still care matters. Time can be short, but a split second of action or words could change situations a 360 degrees around.
I've known that a simple hug can make one stop crying. An apology away from ego is all that is required to stop pain in any relationship. Forgiveness is the answer to letting go of hatred and revenge. Simple keys such as these are things we often ignore.
We tend to take people for granted. Human mentality as ours are sometimes thinking that they will always be there. At times, we think time can wait, people can wait. Little do we realize that time itself can't wait too long, and then, things change. We don't realize that the whole world could collapse, things could end, things we thought were there before would disappear. That's how we keep beating ourselves in the end for being a little too late.
Also, noticing little changes about others can change the way they think. Telling people how you feel about them in a positive manner no matter what counts. Being afraid makes you suffer. Be judged, but know that you've tried the best you could. Encourage one when they need it, you wouldn't know how much that little few words could gurd their courage. You wouldn't know how one day their success may source from the support you've given to them.
People around can throw so much hurts at us, but how much can we store? That pain, the only escape is to let go. I realized that having a bigger heart to love is better than preparing spikes. Sure, the pain remains when the opponent sees nothing, but deep within, a little bit of scars or tears. Still, we know these wounds heal us, restoring us into stronger and better people. Time is too short to hate, I'd rather choose to love.
They say embrace while in our hands, the little things we ignore slowly slip off our hands unknowingly.
Coming so far made me wonder how most of us rely on emotions to react to daily situations.
It matters so much for people to ask how we're doing. A simple gesture makes our day, it reminds us that there are people out there who still care.
In today's world, people don't realize how priorities, time and just actions can tell so much. A person can be having a sardine-packed schedule, but a few seconds of telling others that they still care matters. Time can be short, but a split second of action or words could change situations a 360 degrees around.
I've known that a simple hug can make one stop crying. An apology away from ego is all that is required to stop pain in any relationship. Forgiveness is the answer to letting go of hatred and revenge. Simple keys such as these are things we often ignore.
We tend to take people for granted. Human mentality as ours are sometimes thinking that they will always be there. At times, we think time can wait, people can wait. Little do we realize that time itself can't wait too long, and then, things change. We don't realize that the whole world could collapse, things could end, things we thought were there before would disappear. That's how we keep beating ourselves in the end for being a little too late.
Also, noticing little changes about others can change the way they think. Telling people how you feel about them in a positive manner no matter what counts. Being afraid makes you suffer. Be judged, but know that you've tried the best you could. Encourage one when they need it, you wouldn't know how much that little few words could gurd their courage. You wouldn't know how one day their success may source from the support you've given to them.
People around can throw so much hurts at us, but how much can we store? That pain, the only escape is to let go. I realized that having a bigger heart to love is better than preparing spikes. Sure, the pain remains when the opponent sees nothing, but deep within, a little bit of scars or tears. Still, we know these wounds heal us, restoring us into stronger and better people. Time is too short to hate, I'd rather choose to love.
They say embrace while in our hands, the little things we ignore slowly slip off our hands unknowingly.
Monday, July 9, 2012
Diving Into George Town Festival
"The Arts, Heritage and everything else is found in this little town; thus bringing about celebration of pride in it through George Town Festival."
Where to begin about George Town Festival? Too many things I don't even know if I can compile within this post of mine.
I don't even remember how I really came across this Festival having being so ignorant of its existence for three years already. All I know, is that stepping into this big festival led me from one event to another. From then on, the ball kept rolling and I just started revolving around it.
YES Broadway was the first event I got involved in. Having been a volunteer, I was able to crash into their rehearsals once in awhile to watch. The first person I remember meeting was Cath (one of the GTF staff), and that's when duty called. Subsequently, I met two other volunteers, Anys and Mabel. Having met them, they opened my eyes to a lot of things, experiences that we all shared together throughout the period of working together. We did crazy things like eating, being busy at merchandise, talking, and shopping to get participants needs all at the same time.
The amazing Mabel
It was interesting how I actually had a chance to meet the people from US Embassy, listen to their inspiring talk before the Broadway performance. I was also inspired by the passion of the performers involved in the Broadway, having that they had to bear through 10 days of hard work; a combination of vocals, dance as well as theater acting. The training was tough, but hats off to them, it was a really good Broadway show!
Sweeney Todd song from YES Broadway
The next event I helped out in was the Pro Musica Gala concert. It was an awesome experience having to meet wonderful people. The participants from Pro Musica camp were great! They proved that they weren't just a group of people with pure talent, but also really great people to hang out with. Mostly, I would have to admit that I loved their amazing voices. The performance comprised of Italian and German songs but the talent of participants as well as the 4 main soloists were truly inspiring.
Gifts to the 4 soloists - Mauricio, Julie, Kittinant and Ines
The amazing soloist - Julie
This other event was an event, truly inspirational. Once again, with voices of angels, I finally got a chance to hear how Madrigal songs were like after studying it in history of western music for a semester. Pure talent, powerful voices of people who used to be students like us, they evolved from a University choir into the Philippine Madrigal Singers. I can't tell you how much the audiences and myself were in awe, listening to their wonderful voices. I can only relate to you that there was a standing ovation in the whole hall after the night's performance.
The Best Personality Award to The Philippine Madrigal Singers
One of the other big event was the Manganiyar Seduction. The one and only event that comprised of a magical box and 43 Indian men. Their performance was really entertaining as it consisted of very interesting technical stuff, and for the first time I was exposed to a little bit of Indian/ manganiyar music. All I remember was enjoying the Indian drum beats, learning a bit of their culture while the performers were off stage. I loved their awesome conductor who kept dancing while conducting simultaneously. But one thing I know is that, we had to feed them whole lot! Other than that, we had fun shopping for their food I guess.
The Manganiyar Seduction
Before the last show, I also managed to tour around the little heritage site in Armenian Street. Truly worth, a place for Must visit if you ever tour round Penang island. A little bit of our history, some art, a piece I will definitely carry back wherever I go if I'm away from this beloved hometown of mine.
The famous painting at Armenian Street
So far, those were part of the events I was involved in, including Blinded Mind. As far as I have come, I'm really glad I have met awesome people here. Meeting the staff from GTF, they taught me so much within this one month of the festival. We went ballistic together handling food, backstage, participants and performers, yet, it brought that really satisfying feeling.
It wasn't so much for just watching performances, but experiencing the behind the scenes of a performance. So much for making this whole festival successful, trust me, it ain't easy. Crashing into the GTF office for awhile allowed me to see how hard these staff worked and worried over producing good shows throughout these one month. They had so many preparations, too many things to do, yet, they managed to pull everything together despite getting little rest. That's one thing I can say, I lift my hats to them. Such a big event, but so few staffs, and yet, a great festival launched!
I have learned so much from them throughout this festival. I made a couple of mistakes, had a few bruises in Manganiyar, but hey, it was great. I'm thankful for the staff who guided and exposed me to so many new things. It was definitely worth, and something you can never obtain at anytime of the year. It was great spending time with the staff, meeting performers from all over the world and working with volunteers at each event.
Lastly, here are some pictures to show you the crazy things we did behind all the seriousness. An experience and people I'll never forget.
Our Cendol break
YES Broadway After-party with US Embassy
Merchandise counter with Hipo =)
The Staff and Volunteers at GTF :
The Posers of Philippine Madrigal Singers. Creative much.
The magical boxes of Manganiyar Seduction
Chilling out at Fort Cornwallis
Dessert at YES Broadway After Party
Fish at work
Pro Musica Gala After Party at China House
Where to begin about George Town Festival? Too many things I don't even know if I can compile within this post of mine.
I don't even remember how I really came across this Festival having being so ignorant of its existence for three years already. All I know, is that stepping into this big festival led me from one event to another. From then on, the ball kept rolling and I just started revolving around it.
YES Broadway was the first event I got involved in. Having been a volunteer, I was able to crash into their rehearsals once in awhile to watch. The first person I remember meeting was Cath (one of the GTF staff), and that's when duty called. Subsequently, I met two other volunteers, Anys and Mabel. Having met them, they opened my eyes to a lot of things, experiences that we all shared together throughout the period of working together. We did crazy things like eating, being busy at merchandise, talking, and shopping to get participants needs all at the same time.
It was interesting how I actually had a chance to meet the people from US Embassy, listen to their inspiring talk before the Broadway performance. I was also inspired by the passion of the performers involved in the Broadway, having that they had to bear through 10 days of hard work; a combination of vocals, dance as well as theater acting. The training was tough, but hats off to them, it was a really good Broadway show!
The next event I helped out in was the Pro Musica Gala concert. It was an awesome experience having to meet wonderful people. The participants from Pro Musica camp were great! They proved that they weren't just a group of people with pure talent, but also really great people to hang out with. Mostly, I would have to admit that I loved their amazing voices. The performance comprised of Italian and German songs but the talent of participants as well as the 4 main soloists were truly inspiring.
The amazing soloist - Julie
This other event was an event, truly inspirational. Once again, with voices of angels, I finally got a chance to hear how Madrigal songs were like after studying it in history of western music for a semester. Pure talent, powerful voices of people who used to be students like us, they evolved from a University choir into the Philippine Madrigal Singers. I can't tell you how much the audiences and myself were in awe, listening to their wonderful voices. I can only relate to you that there was a standing ovation in the whole hall after the night's performance.
One of the other big event was the Manganiyar Seduction. The one and only event that comprised of a magical box and 43 Indian men. Their performance was really entertaining as it consisted of very interesting technical stuff, and for the first time I was exposed to a little bit of Indian/ manganiyar music. All I remember was enjoying the Indian drum beats, learning a bit of their culture while the performers were off stage. I loved their awesome conductor who kept dancing while conducting simultaneously. But one thing I know is that, we had to feed them whole lot! Other than that, we had fun shopping for their food I guess.
The Manganiyar Seduction
Before the last show, I also managed to tour around the little heritage site in Armenian Street. Truly worth, a place for Must visit if you ever tour round Penang island. A little bit of our history, some art, a piece I will definitely carry back wherever I go if I'm away from this beloved hometown of mine.
So far, those were part of the events I was involved in, including Blinded Mind. As far as I have come, I'm really glad I have met awesome people here. Meeting the staff from GTF, they taught me so much within this one month of the festival. We went ballistic together handling food, backstage, participants and performers, yet, it brought that really satisfying feeling.
It wasn't so much for just watching performances, but experiencing the behind the scenes of a performance. So much for making this whole festival successful, trust me, it ain't easy. Crashing into the GTF office for awhile allowed me to see how hard these staff worked and worried over producing good shows throughout these one month. They had so many preparations, too many things to do, yet, they managed to pull everything together despite getting little rest. That's one thing I can say, I lift my hats to them. Such a big event, but so few staffs, and yet, a great festival launched!
I have learned so much from them throughout this festival. I made a couple of mistakes, had a few bruises in Manganiyar, but hey, it was great. I'm thankful for the staff who guided and exposed me to so many new things. It was definitely worth, and something you can never obtain at anytime of the year. It was great spending time with the staff, meeting performers from all over the world and working with volunteers at each event.
Lastly, here are some pictures to show you the crazy things we did behind all the seriousness. An experience and people I'll never forget.
The Staff and Volunteers at GTF :
Sunday, June 24, 2012
The Little Inspiration That Bloomed
So close to the verge of giving up in finding hope. And out nothing, I finally found something.- Fidelia
If I had lost my motivation to think positively, I only remember them being due to bitter memories. Trust being afraid to be passed on of fear to betrayal. My strength became my weaknesses until I finally found one who knew how to cherish them.
It's funny how I actually thought I'd be inspired by one so close in age gap with me. I never thought I'd say this, but it's weird how I'm like a rabbit tailing footsteps towards success that you have already set on the path.
Then I met you. Then you made me realize that life is more to than just things or problems surrounding ourselves.
I used to depend so much on others, I hadn't had the strength to withstand circumstances on my own. You reminded me that life isn't about depending on someone else to shape it, but me myself to drive towards the goal that I've set. Through the words you say, you made me grow up so much.
"If you change yourself for others, then what does that make you? It doesn't make you your own unique self anymore." - Kenny
It's been some time since I've met one who celebrates everyone's differences. One who embraces and welcomes the opinions of others.
For that, I didn't realize how much I tried accommodating other people's needs so much so that I became less of myself. I kept having thoughts that I wasn't good enough or that I couldn't bring myself to the state of perfection.
However, you threw questions at me asking, "Why do keep wanting to be someone else? You're special because you are you. You are Fidelia because of the mistakes you make. Because of those imperfections and trademarks, that's what made you unique and special in your own way."
After giving much thought, I realized that we can only do so much by being ourselves and celebrating the differences of others. For that, I learned to accept myself for me. So many words you uttered, stayed in my mind, making me take them on til another day.
When you brought me a little into your world, you also made me realize that there were many things going out there in the world. You taught me to be sensitive to the needs of others. We share the same vision in making a change for the better in the lives of others. And for that, you gave me a greater push in pursuing the dreams I once had in impacting others.
Knowing you also brought me face to face with challenges I had to deal with. I was afraid but you kept driving me right into my fears, yet, standing hand in hand with me in facing those obstacles. For that, I am grateful because things are a lot better.
You always tell me that life isn't certain and things don't always go according to how we want it to be. And for that, I've learned to be strong. I've learned to accept things as they are; living a simpler choice of life. I've also begun to cherish every single moment I have in life, making the best out of everything.
It's funny how we debated a bit on religion, yet, when I kept telling myself I was going to fail; you actually reminded me of the strength in God. I remembered the way you slightly doubted each time I mentioned the word "Miracles", and that motivated me even more to continue believing in the faith I had in God. In turn, I kept holding on to my faith, hoping better things to happen each and everyday.
Not many people will really understand that little inspiration planted in me, that made me grow up so much more in the person I am today. Life is only so much, but it's up to us to make the most out of it.
Dedicated to Kenny Tan.
If I had lost my motivation to think positively, I only remember them being due to bitter memories. Trust being afraid to be passed on of fear to betrayal. My strength became my weaknesses until I finally found one who knew how to cherish them.
It's funny how I actually thought I'd be inspired by one so close in age gap with me. I never thought I'd say this, but it's weird how I'm like a rabbit tailing footsteps towards success that you have already set on the path.
Then I met you. Then you made me realize that life is more to than just things or problems surrounding ourselves.
I used to depend so much on others, I hadn't had the strength to withstand circumstances on my own. You reminded me that life isn't about depending on someone else to shape it, but me myself to drive towards the goal that I've set. Through the words you say, you made me grow up so much.
"If you change yourself for others, then what does that make you? It doesn't make you your own unique self anymore." - Kenny
It's been some time since I've met one who celebrates everyone's differences. One who embraces and welcomes the opinions of others.
For that, I didn't realize how much I tried accommodating other people's needs so much so that I became less of myself. I kept having thoughts that I wasn't good enough or that I couldn't bring myself to the state of perfection.
However, you threw questions at me asking, "Why do keep wanting to be someone else? You're special because you are you. You are Fidelia because of the mistakes you make. Because of those imperfections and trademarks, that's what made you unique and special in your own way."
After giving much thought, I realized that we can only do so much by being ourselves and celebrating the differences of others. For that, I learned to accept myself for me. So many words you uttered, stayed in my mind, making me take them on til another day.
When you brought me a little into your world, you also made me realize that there were many things going out there in the world. You taught me to be sensitive to the needs of others. We share the same vision in making a change for the better in the lives of others. And for that, you gave me a greater push in pursuing the dreams I once had in impacting others.
Knowing you also brought me face to face with challenges I had to deal with. I was afraid but you kept driving me right into my fears, yet, standing hand in hand with me in facing those obstacles. For that, I am grateful because things are a lot better.
You always tell me that life isn't certain and things don't always go according to how we want it to be. And for that, I've learned to be strong. I've learned to accept things as they are; living a simpler choice of life. I've also begun to cherish every single moment I have in life, making the best out of everything.
It's funny how we debated a bit on religion, yet, when I kept telling myself I was going to fail; you actually reminded me of the strength in God. I remembered the way you slightly doubted each time I mentioned the word "Miracles", and that motivated me even more to continue believing in the faith I had in God. In turn, I kept holding on to my faith, hoping better things to happen each and everyday.
Not many people will really understand that little inspiration planted in me, that made me grow up so much more in the person I am today. Life is only so much, but it's up to us to make the most out of it.
Dedicated to Kenny Tan.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Flowing With The River
"Rivers flow towards the sea. If we struggle against the current, we drown. The best thing to do is to follow the stream of where the river flows to."
Life is journey that all of us travel through. I've known as much that there are ups and downs in it.
Lately, I realized that life too resembles a river in life. As a human, we often struggle against the tides and currents; bearing so much fear to survive. We don't realize that the more we struggle, we get swallowed to the point we almost drown. We tend to be over-conscious of our tomorrows that we neglect the beauty embraced in our hands.
I understand now when they say, follow where the tides bring you. From there, we learn to float, to depend on nature where the river streams. We can plan so much, but how do we know where our river leads to? The only thing we can do is to follow and wait.
Through our own strength, we seek and find, but with a strive within. When we learn to rest, that's when we emerge back up to the waters. I've begun to understand from the nature that God has created for us.
Life was not meant to be a struggle. It's meant to be embraced each day. We do the best we can, leaving the rest to God. I look up into the skies during clear nights, counting the starts; all too many, uncountable. I sit by the beach, listening to the tides. The waves bashing against the rocks. Such beautiful nature. I see animals out in the wild, they survive each day, depending on someone more extraordinary than themselves. So I think to myself, if God can take care of these little things, how can He not take care of my future?
Through these journey, I'm anticipating something good for tomorrow. I may fall today, but with the greater One in me, I'll be able to get up again. So what if I fail today, there is a special course set for me. There are people all around us, family, friends who will be there standing beside us while we get up back to our feet. All is left to be done is allowing the river flow towards the set destination.
Life is journey that all of us travel through. I've known as much that there are ups and downs in it.
Lately, I realized that life too resembles a river in life. As a human, we often struggle against the tides and currents; bearing so much fear to survive. We don't realize that the more we struggle, we get swallowed to the point we almost drown. We tend to be over-conscious of our tomorrows that we neglect the beauty embraced in our hands.
I understand now when they say, follow where the tides bring you. From there, we learn to float, to depend on nature where the river streams. We can plan so much, but how do we know where our river leads to? The only thing we can do is to follow and wait.
Through our own strength, we seek and find, but with a strive within. When we learn to rest, that's when we emerge back up to the waters. I've begun to understand from the nature that God has created for us.
Life was not meant to be a struggle. It's meant to be embraced each day. We do the best we can, leaving the rest to God. I look up into the skies during clear nights, counting the starts; all too many, uncountable. I sit by the beach, listening to the tides. The waves bashing against the rocks. Such beautiful nature. I see animals out in the wild, they survive each day, depending on someone more extraordinary than themselves. So I think to myself, if God can take care of these little things, how can He not take care of my future?
Through these journey, I'm anticipating something good for tomorrow. I may fall today, but with the greater One in me, I'll be able to get up again. So what if I fail today, there is a special course set for me. There are people all around us, family, friends who will be there standing beside us while we get up back to our feet. All is left to be done is allowing the river flow towards the set destination.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
When Stardust Falls
"When a star passes, you grab it. You tame it. And when you release it, it will come back to you."
Someone wise told me that opportunity is like a shooting star. Life is like a gamble. We invest, and sometimes we lose.
Life has it's ups and downs. Sometimes, expecting too much spells disappointments. Then, we tell ourselves not to expect at all; and then, that's just when surprises pop up.
I don't blame people for being afraid of watching others make mistakes. They often protect, assuring that we're safe, and not walking the path they have walked before. However, sometimes I find questions popping in my head. "What if we never made those mistakes? Would we then actually grow into the person or people we are today?"
When life throws opportunities at us, do we then deny it, or let it pass us by? Who lets something good walk by just like that? I have learned that life is wild, unexpected, and unpredictable. People tend to decide who we should be or what we should do. Our actions and words are often affected by the people surrounding us; so much so, that we tend to live for others and letting our real inner self die away. We deny our unique personalities and allow other people to grow through us.
Babies tend to mimic their parents, so do young children. We develop into what we're educated to be, but how much do we become ourselves? And how much have our inner self disappeared?
I've learned that life means living life to the fullest. It means living life according to what your inner self tells you to be. It's not about being afraid to unleash differences, but being daring to make a change. So what if people think you're odd? Odd doesn't always mean you're wrong, it just means you probably have a different mindset. Odd means being special or it can indicate change as well.
When life throws you roses, you don't just sniff them. You collect every single bit of them, making the best of them. Treasure every second and moment while you have them, cause you don't know when will be the last. Life is beautiful when we take life slowly, embracing every single passing moment.
So what if we lose? We can lose our face, lose love or lose the things we treasure most. But then again, if we look at the bright side, it is through these moments that develop our strengths, making us stronger for a new challenge. From there, that's maybe when another opportunity will fly by. Til then, we will know that we're ready and stronger. We can then grab the opportunity and with wisdom, tame it. And when we let go of it, if it's ours, it will find its way back.
No matter how challenging things get, hold on to your believes and inner faith. An opportunity may have passed you by, but there will probably be another one when the time is right. Meanwhile, while you have your star, treasure it with love. Don't stop being yourself, don't give up with the things you love despite opponents or opposing factors. Don't let go of the star, don't wait too long. Don't let your star become remnants of stardust. Cherish everything while its in your hands.
Someone wise told me that opportunity is like a shooting star. Life is like a gamble. We invest, and sometimes we lose.
Life has it's ups and downs. Sometimes, expecting too much spells disappointments. Then, we tell ourselves not to expect at all; and then, that's just when surprises pop up.
I don't blame people for being afraid of watching others make mistakes. They often protect, assuring that we're safe, and not walking the path they have walked before. However, sometimes I find questions popping in my head. "What if we never made those mistakes? Would we then actually grow into the person or people we are today?"
When life throws opportunities at us, do we then deny it, or let it pass us by? Who lets something good walk by just like that? I have learned that life is wild, unexpected, and unpredictable. People tend to decide who we should be or what we should do. Our actions and words are often affected by the people surrounding us; so much so, that we tend to live for others and letting our real inner self die away. We deny our unique personalities and allow other people to grow through us.
Babies tend to mimic their parents, so do young children. We develop into what we're educated to be, but how much do we become ourselves? And how much have our inner self disappeared?
I've learned that life means living life to the fullest. It means living life according to what your inner self tells you to be. It's not about being afraid to unleash differences, but being daring to make a change. So what if people think you're odd? Odd doesn't always mean you're wrong, it just means you probably have a different mindset. Odd means being special or it can indicate change as well.
When life throws you roses, you don't just sniff them. You collect every single bit of them, making the best of them. Treasure every second and moment while you have them, cause you don't know when will be the last. Life is beautiful when we take life slowly, embracing every single passing moment.
So what if we lose? We can lose our face, lose love or lose the things we treasure most. But then again, if we look at the bright side, it is through these moments that develop our strengths, making us stronger for a new challenge. From there, that's maybe when another opportunity will fly by. Til then, we will know that we're ready and stronger. We can then grab the opportunity and with wisdom, tame it. And when we let go of it, if it's ours, it will find its way back.
No matter how challenging things get, hold on to your believes and inner faith. An opportunity may have passed you by, but there will probably be another one when the time is right. Meanwhile, while you have your star, treasure it with love. Don't stop being yourself, don't give up with the things you love despite opponents or opposing factors. Don't let go of the star, don't wait too long. Don't let your star become remnants of stardust. Cherish everything while its in your hands.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Life in Performing Arts
'Performance isn't really about being yourself. It's about portraying the idea that the composer/writer/choreographer has created.'
Through the eyes of the audiences, the stage means the beginning of not just entertainment; but judgement and critique. It is as similar as life is; quiet at the 'behind the scenes'. All that everyone notes is what's going on stage, not what's behind it.
Most of us have watched movies such as Step Up maybe; or Center Stage. Elsewhere, some people are aware of the state we performers are going through. But in our country, how many people actually really realize the reality of performing arts? They so often think performing arts are for people who are non-educated. Little did they realize that the challenge itself is equivalent to other forms of work or education. Except, our work is manifested to the public and based on performative structure.
In most people's mind, they often think that people involved in performing arts do nothing but perform.They forget that we too, have our own form of pressure; working hard to present the right interpretation to audiences. Yet, like what I mentioned, despite all these, people often judge from what is performed on stage; not knowing behind the scenes.
Most audiences are unaware of the blisters you get while dancing. They don't see those torn or wear out muscles you have. Neither do they feel the pressure of sitting in a room, getting all the right notes just to ensure that performances are performed at its best.
On stage, audiences see the smiles of the performer; but can't hear the fear beating in the heart of the performer. Neither do they witness the tears throughout all the tough training received. And still, they are mistreated. Envied. Put down. Judged, for not being the perfect beings in performance.
Performers are like rare daisies that pop up. They are like squirrels that bear the cold winter. In performing arts, its not just about the brain; but the mind and body. Instead, it's about mental and physical endurance. Like the law of evolution, only the stronger ones survive. If not, words of people can often discourage; sweeping sand from the shore, further into the ocean. Yes, despite the words of others, we either grow stronger or weaker.
If you know of anyone in performance, never tear them down; cause you'll never understand all the pain or sufferings they had undergone just to deliver a simple performance to you. I, for one should know. And if you were one of us, so would you.
Give them your support. Not tearing them down.
Through the eyes of the audiences, the stage means the beginning of not just entertainment; but judgement and critique. It is as similar as life is; quiet at the 'behind the scenes'. All that everyone notes is what's going on stage, not what's behind it.
Most of us have watched movies such as Step Up maybe; or Center Stage. Elsewhere, some people are aware of the state we performers are going through. But in our country, how many people actually really realize the reality of performing arts? They so often think performing arts are for people who are non-educated. Little did they realize that the challenge itself is equivalent to other forms of work or education. Except, our work is manifested to the public and based on performative structure.
In most people's mind, they often think that people involved in performing arts do nothing but perform.They forget that we too, have our own form of pressure; working hard to present the right interpretation to audiences. Yet, like what I mentioned, despite all these, people often judge from what is performed on stage; not knowing behind the scenes.
Most audiences are unaware of the blisters you get while dancing. They don't see those torn or wear out muscles you have. Neither do they feel the pressure of sitting in a room, getting all the right notes just to ensure that performances are performed at its best.
On stage, audiences see the smiles of the performer; but can't hear the fear beating in the heart of the performer. Neither do they witness the tears throughout all the tough training received. And still, they are mistreated. Envied. Put down. Judged, for not being the perfect beings in performance.
Performers are like rare daisies that pop up. They are like squirrels that bear the cold winter. In performing arts, its not just about the brain; but the mind and body. Instead, it's about mental and physical endurance. Like the law of evolution, only the stronger ones survive. If not, words of people can often discourage; sweeping sand from the shore, further into the ocean. Yes, despite the words of others, we either grow stronger or weaker.
If you know of anyone in performance, never tear them down; cause you'll never understand all the pain or sufferings they had undergone just to deliver a simple performance to you. I, for one should know. And if you were one of us, so would you.
Give them your support. Not tearing them down.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
The Art of Living
"When you learn to let go, better things come by your path. Life is a risk worth taking."
Someone told me that, "life is about living according to yourself, and not to serve others". Indeed, it is. The thing we often get into is, living according to how people want us to be. But life isn't all about that. Life, isn't finding yourself; but exploring and creating a whole new you.
I used to be opinionated to the thought of others. But being daring to challenge yourself to the things thought impossible maybe the best chances to start living.
In life, there are moments we all fall. We need hands to pick us up. We tend not to let go of the things we once loved. Little do we realize that living in the shadows of the past can devour our very living souls.
Life is ahead and way front, I know that now. Letting go and having to move on brings us to a higher level of understanding within our inner self. We often look back, so much so that we tend to neglect the things found right before our very eyes.
I've learnt that ceasing life at its very moments are what matters most. The past can only be relived as memories, but unchangeable; thus, leaving us with only one option - To live in the present and make changes for our future.
At times, we think our heart has stopped beating or that life has stopped. In contrary to that, we do not note that although we give up on our own lives; as long as we're still breathing, life hasn't given up on us. It took me long enough to learn that. As long as breath hasn't left your soul, there's another chance that you're still alive and a better chance for tomorrow.
Exceptionally, there are moments where we still breathe, but your heart feels dead. Don't give up, cause there's always something better installed for each and every unique individuals of us. Hearts can bleed; but they can heal too given time and the right people. You never know, that one day, that heart of yours may find the reason to beat again, and perhaps stronger than it previously did before.
All I know is that people who have been through rough patches, given one condition that they persevere and not give up with life; you definitely grow stronger each day.
Behind every raindrop is a rainbow. Yes, the rain does come, but soon enough, the gloom will be over and you'll find that rainbow you've been looking for.
Never give up and keep moving on. I know this one thing: when you let go and take certain risks, or rise up to the unexpected; if you succeed, life will be even more meaningful than pondering in the past. Give yourself a chance and start living!
Someone told me that, "life is about living according to yourself, and not to serve others". Indeed, it is. The thing we often get into is, living according to how people want us to be. But life isn't all about that. Life, isn't finding yourself; but exploring and creating a whole new you.
I used to be opinionated to the thought of others. But being daring to challenge yourself to the things thought impossible maybe the best chances to start living.
In life, there are moments we all fall. We need hands to pick us up. We tend not to let go of the things we once loved. Little do we realize that living in the shadows of the past can devour our very living souls.
Life is ahead and way front, I know that now. Letting go and having to move on brings us to a higher level of understanding within our inner self. We often look back, so much so that we tend to neglect the things found right before our very eyes.
I've learnt that ceasing life at its very moments are what matters most. The past can only be relived as memories, but unchangeable; thus, leaving us with only one option - To live in the present and make changes for our future.
At times, we think our heart has stopped beating or that life has stopped. In contrary to that, we do not note that although we give up on our own lives; as long as we're still breathing, life hasn't given up on us. It took me long enough to learn that. As long as breath hasn't left your soul, there's another chance that you're still alive and a better chance for tomorrow.
Exceptionally, there are moments where we still breathe, but your heart feels dead. Don't give up, cause there's always something better installed for each and every unique individuals of us. Hearts can bleed; but they can heal too given time and the right people. You never know, that one day, that heart of yours may find the reason to beat again, and perhaps stronger than it previously did before.
All I know is that people who have been through rough patches, given one condition that they persevere and not give up with life; you definitely grow stronger each day.
Behind every raindrop is a rainbow. Yes, the rain does come, but soon enough, the gloom will be over and you'll find that rainbow you've been looking for.
Never give up and keep moving on. I know this one thing: when you let go and take certain risks, or rise up to the unexpected; if you succeed, life will be even more meaningful than pondering in the past. Give yourself a chance and start living!
Thursday, March 29, 2012
To Hold On Or Let Go of Desires?
"Should I hold on or let go?"
I wonder how many of you actually have wishes and dreams; but you just know it's not possible? Nevertheless, you just wait. And wait.
The things that we desire for, sometimes don't cross our paths. They seem all so close, but it's like reaching for painted stars in the skies. You see them, yet, so far from reach.
I wonder if everyone has something perfect designed for them?
Sometimes, having to think of these desires we dream of; they are impossible to achieve. But what if, somehow, there was a possibility to it?
Deep down, I wonder if there is something installed for the best in future. I wonder does it have to wait, or is it that I'm just not anywhere near there?
What happens if you're close enough, but you don't know if it's the right thing to do? Or maybe, you don't know if it's even supposed to be routed as such?
Life is full of surprises and metaphores.
Sometimes, I find myself drowned in memories and daydreams of what if, or, just if.
I find myself hoping for things, at to my surprise, it does come true. Not all of it of course, but how nice if it would be as such.
Hoping can bring us closer to our dreams, but to what extend? What if these hopes turn around and crush us instead? Would it then tear our motivation towards something we're geared to?
Hope less, I guess. And just have faith that things are gonna work out the way we want it to be. Maybe that's the best solution for questions as these.
I wonder how many of you actually have wishes and dreams; but you just know it's not possible? Nevertheless, you just wait. And wait.
The things that we desire for, sometimes don't cross our paths. They seem all so close, but it's like reaching for painted stars in the skies. You see them, yet, so far from reach.
I wonder if everyone has something perfect designed for them?
Sometimes, having to think of these desires we dream of; they are impossible to achieve. But what if, somehow, there was a possibility to it?
Deep down, I wonder if there is something installed for the best in future. I wonder does it have to wait, or is it that I'm just not anywhere near there?
What happens if you're close enough, but you don't know if it's the right thing to do? Or maybe, you don't know if it's even supposed to be routed as such?
Life is full of surprises and metaphores.
Sometimes, I find myself drowned in memories and daydreams of what if, or, just if.
I find myself hoping for things, at to my surprise, it does come true. Not all of it of course, but how nice if it would be as such.
Hoping can bring us closer to our dreams, but to what extend? What if these hopes turn around and crush us instead? Would it then tear our motivation towards something we're geared to?
Hope less, I guess. And just have faith that things are gonna work out the way we want it to be. Maybe that's the best solution for questions as these.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Opaque
How did things that seemed perfectly crystal suddenly turn opaque?
One thing's for sure I thought, I knew what I'd judge from my own taste would be as right for me. Somehow, I seem wrong.
Yes, change may turn good or bad. I used to comprehend every single thing of you. I still do. But I wonder when will be the time, we get over the past? When to start moving on and forget the person I used to be?
People don't wanna be judge for the person they used to be. There is a quote saying, you haven't changed, you're still your perfect self; but maybe, I've changed. Probably that change in my life is something you don't want anymore.
All I know is that a person may accept you, but what if they don't like your life? It might as well mean, not wanting the other half of you.
A person can do so much, but how much more will they be remembered?
People often evolve the bad things a person used to be, but do they stop to think for a second; the good things you tried to do?
Does this then clear the past? Nothing can be erased, however, we always hope that people will soon enough embrace the changes in us.
Life is about living, making mistakes; and most importantly learning to deal with it. Life can only mean nothing if we stop trying, or keep reliving the past.
Move forward and let life take you on a new journey.
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