Goodbye?

So for the longest time, I haven't been writing honestly here. There are so many things that I could say that will hurt the people that I love. Why? Why not just speak my mind, results be damned.

I can't. I can't do that. I try to be nice, even if at times it is disadvantageous for me. Yeah. Class A martyr.

And because of that, I may leave this blog. I may go somewhere else. I may never return. There are so many memories here. This place is a good summary to the life I have led for the past couple of years. I've had a few life changing experiences documented here, some weird memories, a few loves, an equal number of heartbreaks, a few milestones and many, many words.

I gauge my life through my words - hoping to draw a picture with them as best I can.

I actually started this post, wondering if I should leave, but halfway through, I decided that, yes, I will leave. I won't write here anymore, although I won't delete it.

Thanks for reading, and thanks for all the positive comments, especially during a few hard times - I am surprised at how much a stranger's comment can help during a hard time, but it does tremendously.

So. I'll see you soon, then.

God speed.
as

No Man's An Island

So in the school yesterday, the teacher said:

"A disciple builds relationships, a Christian doesn't."

I have this notion that being alone is very..romantic.

Like a picture, taken with Instagram, no matter how mundane or absurd, it looks emotive.

I like to be with my own thoughts, reading and writing my book. Not saying a word to anyone, listening to music and being generally contemplative about my life so I can put words into my writing.

And in the process, I lose people. I don't remember the last time I asked a friend out for coffee. Or a beer. Or a meal.

Or to drive anywhere, randomly, with nothing but music and each other for company.

When was the last time I called a friend up for a chat? Or at the very, very least, chatted over some social media with someone who is in another continent?

When was the last time I wrote a letter - whether electronically or with ink - to a friend?

You may think, well, it's not your fault, they don't do that either - you're wrong. They do. They text, whatsapp, chat. Email. Write. Tweet. Poke. Whathaveyou.

They initiate conversations. They ask me about random details of my life.

The bottom line is, they care. They love me by giving me their time.

And without being self-depreciating, what the hell have I been doing? I'm supposed to be a Christian, where relationships are of paramount importance, and where a certain book once said "Love your neighbour as yourself".

There is no harm in wanting some me time, nothing at all, but when it gets to the point where I find people boring and unappealing, then the fault is not in them, but in me, because people are interesting.

Period.

I want to be a writer, where my message will reach the masses, but what good am I as a person if I can't even reach a friend?

I thought about it, and at the end of it all, I'd rather it be said that I was a great friend, who care and loved, instead of 'that dude who wrote some cool books'.

What about you?

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I Don't Want Shelter From the Storm

I don't want shelter from the storm

I want to stand in the rain

Feel its sting

Know its power

I want to sing aloud

As the water runs off my skin

To drink in the fury

To dance to the beat of the thunder

I don't want shelter from the storm

I don't want to hide

Nor to sit in the dry

And watch beside

I want to understand it

Learn from it

Feel from it

Live from it

I don't want safe

I don't want comfortable

I don't want familiar

I don't want only okay

Neither the lies from it

Not the disguise of it

Nor the silent cries of it

I don't want shelter from the storm

Me against its winds

Fragility against its weight

Fleeting steps against its rain

My being against it crushing blackness

I will throw my might against it

Test my mettle against the storm

Know my Maker as I stand in its midst

And take His hand
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Ready? Go.

I'm very good at beginnings. I like to start stuff, to embark on newer journeys and taste hitherto untried experiences - be it hiking on a new trail, driving up a strange road or biting into a crunchy bug in Thailand. So long as it's new, I'd probably want to try it - even if it could be detrimental to my health.

Which brings me to my next point. I'm good at beginnings, but I am very bad at the middles, and let's not even go to the endings.

I recently embarked on a brand new experience - kind of like a class to learn more about God. I go nights, after work, and while I won't say it is overtly difficult, it is anything but easy.

Imagine, every session there is a new revelation being taught, and bit by bit, God chisels at my heart and corrects skewed perspectives. At the very least, I learn something new, and at the most, I am stripped bare of everything I am before my God.

It is pretty heavy stuff.

In the Bible it is written: I have fought a good fight, I've finished the race. There is no mention of the excellence by which the race was started. It say I have finished the race. It didn't say I have finished the race first, and it definitely didn't say I finished the race well. It just says I've finished.

That's it.

And I'd really like to finish something for a change. My last two relationships - both of which I swore would be my last - ended with a parting of ways. I have yet to even graduate because I've been so focused on my work - I know it's foolish, believe you me. And I know that work - while fulfilling and interesting because it is still new - will one day become stale when I've learned all there is.

It is a bad habit of mine. Start, get bored halfway through, jump on to another project/thing/interest without completing the first.

Yesterday, a thought occurred to me whilst worship in one of the sessions: what if God is not enough? What if I find out that He isn't enough? What if, at the end of the day, this is all we have?

But He was kind enough to throw a challenge back to me. He asked me to really seek Him, and He will prove that He is - He will prove that He is everything.

What will he prove in the months to come? I don't know, but I am excited, and for once, I know this: I want to finish, and I want to finish well. Hell, I want to finish and beat everyone else, but that's my pride talking.

I want to finish something. Something that adds more value to both myself and the world. Something that will meet both my personal aspirations as well as help make the world around me that little bit more beautiful - or at the very least, bearable, although I'd like to think life is beautiful.

This time around, I will.

as

Walking Back

I took a small detour down memory lane yesterday, after visiting the KLIAF in Mines. It was a place with a significant memory. What happens to all these, I wonder? What happens to all the people and places that you have inside you? What happens when you do not want them to be there anymore?

It was a road I've never taken in years - fact of the matter is that I've forgotten about it entirely, having only used it once, and yesterday, when going to Mines, I recognised it.

It was pouring badly by the time I got to visit in the evening - thunder and lightning was playing catch through the dark skies, and the rain was slicking the roads dangerously. I've forgotten about condition of the roads here - I remember always scrunching my face when I play with the wheel trying to avoid them.

I remember the first time I went to that park. It was in the middle of the afternoon, so there was no one, just the heat, the unending whrrr of cicadas interspersed with the occasional drone from the highway.

And you.

I challenged a friend a few days ago to be more honest in her writing - to write as it is, as she is, and not as the world perceives her to be. Easy to say, less so to do, and so I am trying to follow my own words and her steps.

And be a little more fucking honest with myself. Memory is a beautiful place to be, its lanes shady and warm. In reality, the place was absolutely inundated. There was no lighting by the time I parked the car, just torrents of rain - the kind that presses a mute button on the world, and all you hear is the rain.

Then I got out of my car and walked right into it. Have you ever stood in the rain? Not walk in it trying to go to the bus stop or walk through it hoping for shelter - just stand in it, just because.

I revisited a place in my memory, a beautiful place, and now I'm soaked through and I loved it.

I loved this place, but haunted as it is now - haunted by memories and goodbyes - I love it still. I was so scared to come back here, to revisit the place, that's why I left it alone for so long.

Having come for a piece of myself which I believe was left there for keeps, I think, it was a transcendental experience. One I needed, and deep down, I believe, I wanted.

It's not often I write something so personal, and while it is a little cryptic, it's still here, as a reminder to myself in the event I lose myself a little again.
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When God Slaps You

And the change continues.

Yesterday I went to a meeting with Pastor GT Lim and his group of talented young men, and the one thing that I will take away from it is this: these guys are so simple.

Now, the chaps from Oxford have another meaning for simple - it means stupid, but that is not what I mean here. Pastor Lim's ministry is music, and the group youths under him (who are launching an album in Viva today) are incredibly gifted. They speak Mandarin, and I don't, but music is a universal language.

To my point, they are so simple. Their love for Christ, and what He is, is just that.

But none of their lives have been simple, so how can it be? Their testimonies are so impactful due to the lives they've led, the struggles they've endured, and knowing how complicated it was and still could be, they still believe simply and easily.

It's freaking amazing.

For some time now, I've asked God, Lord, why is my Christian walk so powerless? I hear all these amazing things that You've done for other people. Where's mine?

And then last week, He reminded me of a story another pastor told me:

There was an orphanage in Africa that really needed money to pay their bills, and to continue feeding their orphans. The proprietors - a husband and wife team - are Christians, and daily they pray and fast and seek for a miracle, because come end of the month, they placed would be foreclosed. At the end of the month, on the day of payment itself, the wife prayed one simple prayer again, God, please help us..

And then, screeching around the corner, came a sportscar, who stopped right in front of the orphanage, and called out to them, here, for your bills, and dropped a bag of cash through the open window. It was exactly - not close, not more, exactly - what they needed.

The pastor, who is telling me the story, asked God, Lord, where is my screeching sportscar? Why not help me out too?

And God gave him a konk on the head and asked him, would you rather be the one who is fasting and praying day and night, worrying about finances, or do you want to be the one in the sportscar, screeching all over the place, helping people in need as I've called you?

For months now, I've asked God too, Lord, what about me? Where is my screeching sportscar? I get immensely jealous when I hear Him do such great things, but I never see anything like it. My Christian testimony is based on a theoretical understanding of the Bible; I've never had to pray for my next meal, because I am blessed with all I need.

And I ask God what about me?

Then He gave me a slap. I give you everything you need, so you can give it away and be a blessing, not to stand and ask for more. Be the person in the screeching sportscar, because I have given you everything you need to do it.

I mean, wow, what a rebuke. I have never heard God so clearly before in my life - and I know no one else in the world can slap you and make you feel so loved at the same time.

I know it's a simple message, but maybe we need to change our perception. Instead of looking askance at your brother and asking why give him and not me, Lord, ask, Lord, what can I give my brother today?

It's a simple message, but like life and loving God, simplicity is the key.

as

Echoes, Silence, Patience and Grace

Hello, dear Reader.

I've been gone for a while. I know, I know, I always disappear, leaving people and friends behind. It seems to be a recurring failure that I can't seem to shake. In this age of all-pervasive media, I think disappearing is in itself an achievement, although for those that care about me, my bouts of disappearance can really try friendships. It's a wonder, sometimes I think, that I have so many people around that care, and because of you, yes you, I shall endeavour to be a part of here and now, and not be apart from it.

So, before I begin, this is a small diversion from my usual writing - it's quite personal, so here goes.

Like I said, I disappear. It's what I do. In essence, it's not much different from running away. Even though I am in a great relationship now, last year, around this time, my previous relationship was going the way of Titanic, and I did what I did best - run away. I quit social media, I stopped meeting new people, and if I am being honest, I neglected a lot of things close to my heart. I was asked this question the other day: What matters to me?

Last year, I would have answered that question would a dozen or so passionate answers, coupled with some very long-winded explanations. This time around, my answer was this: nothing. Nothing matters. Sad, yes? Ask yourself this: What cannot you lose? The answer would be everything that matters to you. And for me, I have nothing I cannot lose.

And so, all at once, it seemed like everything was as Soloman said, 'a chasing of the wind'.

Through all that, it seemed even God was quite far away. I am sure even when I don't hear Him, He hears me, but like I said, I was running away from everything that made me, me. The sagacious wisdom of hindsight afforded that a relationship fails because one was not good enough, and since I was not good enough, I didn't like any part of who I was and stopped being it.

And so, only upon that realisation was I able to move forward, and now, forward I've moved - or maybe I am just back to where once was, and now am moving forward.

Echoes, silence, patience and grace. It's a line from Home by Foo Fighters and aptly, I am returning home. We all hear echoes of who we used to be, and compare it to who we are now. Sometimes all we have is silence. Some will try to fill the silence, but some, like me, let it consume us.

And when the silence has faded, we realise that patience and grace was afforded to us, sometimes by those who could ill afford it, but afforded nonetheless. It is amazing what these two can do for you, and to you.

It's been a long road, and finally, here I am, and I am sure I will eventually find something, or something will find me.

So, after the heavy period of self-reflection, a little update on my comings and goings.

I have been accepted as an Intern at autogridz, a motoring lifestyle magazine (if you're wondering what that means, hit me up, or you can check the website out), and I hope to be able to go into the industry full-time after this season.

Of course I'm excited - I have a dream, and I will tell you about it one day, but in essence, this is one step closer to it.

And to end this with an apt quote:

'Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more...'

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