Category Archives: Inspiration

Sinkholes

Had a chat with a friend and I came up with an illustration. Thought its good to write it down since its positive.

Our life journey has been like a road.
You don’t know what’s underneath.

It could be a sinkhole, that out of the blue, you just drop in and life just puts you in a lousy situation.

However there’s still this part of stable grounds ahead. That.. You know, that everything is peaceful, smooth and supported.

And the best part is, after those sink holes. You kinda sorta know how to look ahead and spot those unstable happenings.

You become more aware of charting your life.

That hey, though life throws you lousy situations to put you down for a while. The stable road will come.
Maybe just not that far ahead. 🙂

Thanks for coming by

Be Bless
Love,
Amanda

The Sessions

Went to watch The Sessions the other day.

It’s very mild, but very deep I guess.

That man with Polio.
How did girls fall in love with him?

Simple.
1. He makes girls laugh.
2. He is giving, of the little that he has.
3. He is simple, which makes it so easy for people to fall in-love with.
4. He needs to be taken care of, like it or not being able to take care of someone is a realisation of a human’s self-actualisation need.

And in the surrogate’s case,
There was affection, selfless-ness in the love makings and his poetry touches.

Poetry.

“Let me touch you with my words
For my hands lie limp as empty gloves
Let my words stroke your hair
Slide down your back
And tickle your belly
For my hands, light and free flying as bricks
Ignore my wishes
And stubbornly refuse to carry out my quietest desires
Let my words enter your mind
Bearing torches
Admit them willingly into your being
So they may caress you gently
Within”
— Mark O’Brien – Love poem to no one in particular

Mark O’Brien: What happens when people become attached for each other?
Cheryl: You can leave it as love and attraction or you can make things complicated …

Thanks for coming by

Be Bless
Love,
Amanda

An introvert’s holiday

Hello~~~~ I’m out on a trip again-~~

‘cept that this is a short trip and to assist ppl

I think one of the things I enjoy most being on overseas trip is being able to stay in the hotel room and watch tv. Not exactly about their  local program’s, but rather more about the English movies I can find. 😀 it’s like watching movie at the movie theatre, but more luxurious than that. I get the whole hotel room to myself and I can buy whatever snacks and fruits I want at the local convenience shop. Pillows, and bed sheet, temperature to my preference volume control and all that jazz.

But I think more than that, it’s really about the whole relaxed feel that opens room for reflection and really opportunities to think. Such creativity and to certain extend deep thoughts, are reflection, is at it’s best when one is relaxed, perhaps at peace and able to generate more a complex and meaningful thoughts and connections.
Had one from the movie Last Song while I was out in Bangkok with friends.

Okay, that’s two whole paragraph and I have yet to get into the point of this entry. 😀 i would think theres two parts to this entry, one is on the movie and the other is on being an introvert.

Let’s do the introvert one first since its a little shorter. (okay, after inserting all the extracts from the video, its not that short afterall. 😀 )

Introvert…

I came on this trip with a colleague, have a common purpose, not so much about leisure and travel.
So he has his plans, and I can’t really be bothered about making prior arrangement.
Both bcos I don’t really have friends here and I’m not really a shopping person,
I’m more keen on staying in the hotel room and you know, sleep, slack and watch tv (as describe above).

So comparing between my colleague and me, I’m effectively an introvert.  Cos he’s running around meeting people for business, meeting associates and networking, while me? I do my work from the hotel room and spend more time in the hotel room, way more than supposedly a person who’s on holiday would.

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Story 7 – A New Lens

Finished reading the book “More Than A Chat”, felt its a really good book.
I realize that there are many perspective to Counseling. People’s conception of it.

In-fact if you noticed, some of my previous TOTD is from the same book as well.
Happen to pick out one story that I do think is pretty applicable in my life, and I wanna share it here.
Do drop by at the National Library or enquire with the REACH Family Services Centre on how to obtain the book.

Story 7 – A New Lens
“You become what you think about.” – Earl Nightingale

More Than A Chat: Real-life Accounts of Lives Empowered through Counselling, REACH Community Services Society

Stepping off the escalator that carried throngs of commuters out of the MRT station, Jit Meng found himself wedged in the midst of weekend shoppers sauntering up and down the makeshift covered walkway. A couple, deep in conversation, was exchanging intimate gestures as they walked past. A group of young girls was chirping away gleefully, breaking out in occasional raucous laughter. Lost in the crowd, Jit Meng was pierced with the familiar jab of loneliness, an old acquaintance that had plagued him for most of his life. However, not too long ago, he had learnt a new way of relating to this acquaintance. He remained himself of the intimate friendship and kinship he was privileged to have.

“It is completely fine to be alone,” he reassured himself.

At home in the crowd, he strode on with lightness, making his way leisurely towards a shopping mall. His gaze then fell on a girl sitting on her father’s shoulders. He involuntarily greeted her with a smile and the girl returned his smile with a beam of delight. A flush of warm feeling filled his heart. Yes, he could relish in the good things the world offered and express gratitude for the good things in his life once again. But his countenance and outlook were not like this one year ago when his mind had been filled with only negative thoughts.

Negative Thoughts and Feelings

Jit Meng had just returned to Singapore after spending three years furthering his studies in Canada. He was 28. He found a job as a customer service executive in an information technology company. Though gainfully employed and surrounded by supportive parents, he felt the world he lived in was hostile, where evil seemed to triumph over good. Injustice reigned in him as he pondered over why life did not deal him the fair share of good things he rightly deserved. Questions about why others seemed to have it all but not him loomed over his head. He was cynical about the seemingly good, and pessimistic about what life had to offer. The negativity was so deep-seated that he was not even aware that it was eating him away.

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TOTD 29/2/12 He Waits

“The cars, motorcycles and occasional truck pass him by. Drivers and passengers are oblivious to his existence. He sees the searing heat of the asphalt. It is not a gentle sun but the quiver of the leaves of the big tree he stands under, tells him there is a breeze. He watches the birds sing. They are silent to him. He feels calm and experience an ever present tranquility. Almost.

That same moment, many miles away, the same ungentle sun beats upon the bus she is traveling in. The air-conditioning in the bus blows with vengeance an uncomfortable cold wind. She pulls her cardigan closer to her chest and folds her arms; her head rests against the window as she closes her eyes.

… She closed her eyes as she took in his last embrace. “I have to go now.” She feels his lips gently upon her cheek. “Go in peace Huat.” She feels one last tight embrace, followed by stillness in the air.”

– The Strange Tale of An Incorrigible Expat Playboy short stories, He Waits, Peter Chen

Didn’t realize that the person in the 1st paragraph was just a soul till towards the end of the story.

Thought of the day
Be Bless
Love,
Amanda

TOTD 28/2/12 “and complete our day”

“But I had followed our routine everyday: walking down from Guy’s Campus at 5:30 in the evening, down Southwark Street, up Stamford, turning right at the IMAX and up Waterloo Bridge-our bridge-the strengthening smell of the Thames filling my lungs with anticipation, my feet quickening in step with my heart as I hoped to see you hurrying from the other side in your DKNY shirt and Gap khakis to meet me at the halfway mark and complete our day.”

– The Strange Tale of An Incorrigible Expat Playboy short stories, Shaina’s Inbox, Sandeep Shete

and complete our day.

Thought of The Day
Be Bless
Love,
Amanda

Ecc 3:11 @ Tangs

Was walking down Orchard Road when Tang’s Christmas decor caught my eyes.

I love how the lights and the words just jumped out to me.
The simple message “He has made everything beautiful in its time.”

That this much time of the year has past and we are stepping into the last month, we have come this far.
That no matter the struggle of the year. No matter the things that had happened, “He has made everything beautiful in its time.”

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