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Picking up after yourself

I have just finally finished packing my room after a month of living out of my suitcase and in a dumpster for a room! Happen to have given away my first born birth right to my sis and to be moving out from MY room to the guest room. As a result, I often have to shift back and forth when my parents accommodate guests (which happens quite frequently, I assure you!). So before I left for Australia, I had to clear OUT of the room to make way for any expecting guests during the time I would be away. Being the true ME, I chucked everything (yes, all my junk) into the cupboard stored away in plastic and paper bags. Talk about convenient!

Now, after being back and having to go through all my articles, I realised that sometimes we have our past slotted in a part of our memory somewhere that we have not quite dealt with. Maybe we just cant seem to find the time to slowly ponder on it, or maybe we conveniently push it aside because we cant face it. Whichever the reason, we have failed to pick up after ourselves. Remember the old times where our mom, especially, would often say, "Make sure you pick up your toys after you're done with it!" And just like the old times we never listen to them. Even to this day.


Never leave dirty laundry around, you will never know when someone might just pop by =P

Atonement started with a simple idea, a simple plot till it blossomed into a quite complicated expression of meaningful thoughts. Some may not like the way the movie is filled with flashbacks, taking us back and forth through time. For some reason, I believed the movie cannot be put in any other way, so as to convey a message we often let slip from our minds. That is, how our mistakes can cause lifetime consequences and what we perceive to see is not necessarily the truth.

Give me 18th century any day, I simply love the way words are articulated and minds are being spoken out. Call me old fashioned, if you please. ^^ Filled with mysterious characters and passionate love, the narrator gives first hand collections of the past in such a twisted way but not to the extent it becomes even remotely unpleasant.

Even to this day, I carry with me only a vague picture of my childhood. Fragments of pink tutus and frilly dresses fill up these gaps and blanks I often sought out answers for. And this is what I've grown up treasure most. Funny how our past can sometimes shape our future.

Yes, I am no longer that little girl who goes 'Que Cera Cera'. I've now learnt that we do have a certain control (apart from God) over our destiny, not only to be decided by our parents, neither is it, by ignorance. I am a grown up lady not because I want to, but because of the pressure of time.

Oh pray, will I ever find my knight-in-shining-armor and lady-in-waiting?

I am certainly a sucker for romance, much to my disbelief! Now, now this has turned into an advertisement, a cry or rather an exclamation I'm afraid.

It is true that guys in our modern society are getting too caught up, even obsessed, with the complications of life without needing to take in a breath of how simple life can actually be. Everyday is a challenge, another competition to survive to see who is the 'fittest'. Expectation bars are set higher each day as fast as records are being broken.

On the other hand, girls are getting more and more difficult to please, each with their ever increasing long wish lists and less subtle hints, expecting guys to fulfill their every 'command'. They have lost their dignity, only to be highly, if not solely and entirely dependent on a man.

What happened to long-lasting marriages and unconditional relationships? No, no they fail miserably merely hanging on a thin thread of materialism. Love is no longer about giving and expecting nothing in return but being, more often than not, on the receiving end.

I remind you that this is not an insight on my superiority but only a GENERAL description of milk turning sour. Note: general.

Ah, where did I stop?
Yes, the world has taken a sudden turn, leaving us 'classics' behind with only fragments of our memories left to hold on to, and much less, hopes for the present and for the near future.

So much for the change in mindset =="

Itchy Hands and Legs

Yes, literally. Resultant from my un-spoken of... clumsiness. My year in Australia has certainly left me with scars I would remember for life. Well, hopefully in time they will fade away. By that, I meant those physical scars and not memories of my entire experience here.

I shall now provide details. I think the first one came from probably a week or so in me arriving in Australia. I sat down on a bed side table. And it broke. I can't imagine why on earth did I do that, probably thinking that the table would be able to withstand my weight. haha. How wrong was I! Well, as you would predict, it broke and the nail brushed against my thigh. Not just a scratch, but rather a deep cut. So there you have it, my first Australian-'injury'.

After that was a from a thorn of a plant which conveniently came into contact with my hand while I was passing by it. And with my cuts and blisters that I get on and off from my sandals and thongs. Before this, I accidentally rubbed my hand against a rock while jumping from one rock to the other in Wilson's Prom. Gold Coast was also not complete without a sore thigh from friction with water slides. And now, the latest addition to my collection: a minor burn on my hand from steam out of a boiling kettle. Not to mention my pimples on my face. To think that with the cleaner environment here would help clear skin breakouts ==" Now that everything is revealed out in the open, I think it's safe to say that I have suffered from the klutz-syndrome.

Petty stuff, you might think. But no, they would bring about long-lasting consequences. For instance, my hands and legs now itch so badly I find it difficult to sleep at night. Not with all the pas oozing out most of the time and with the irritation from the rash. Not forgetting the scars that will follow eventually.

Sometimes our life is like that. We will have to pay for our stupidity by facing the consequences of our mistakes. And out of those consequences, some would leave scars we would remember for life. All we have to do is to endure the outcomes to the best we can and hope that they would not come back to haunt us. During the time of suffering, we often try not to worsen the wound by not scratching it when it feels itchy. There are times when temptations brings us deeper into our problem until we feel that there is no way out and no saving grace. No turning back and since we're in it so deep, it doesn't hurt to go in deeper. And deeper. And deeper it goes till it leaves us with a scar to remind us of our foolishness. The scar enacted in our skin that we would be ashamed of forever.

But out of those scars, some would heal. Sometimes, it just takes time. And effort. Like a scar after a wound, if it is well taken care applied with medication, it will leave no distinct mark. Most of those times, the healing power of God intervened would speed up the healing process. All we have to do is surrender and believe.

I have taken for granted so many things in life. For not even thinking that such a small thing like this would be worthy of God's time and attention. Don't get me wrong, I would pray for some things in my life. But we often forget that we can entrust even the littlest of things because He is interested in every detail of our life. Not that we are not believing Him to do the greater things but because He cares. In every little thing we do.

After all that has happened, one thing is for sure: learn from our mistakes.

Not scarred for life,
LiSs

Somewhere over the rainbow...

Blue birds fly,
Birds fly over the rainbow,
Why then, oh why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly,
Beyond the rainbow,
Why, oh why can't I?

Rainbows for promises, just like what God gave Noah after the flood
Bluebirds as a sign of hope
Birds fly for freedom
Blue for the sky so blue

Somewhere, oh somewhere over the rainbow,
There's a pot of gold, meant for me and you,
Just like in fairy tales, high and low,
I would want a 'happy-ever-after' ending too...

Strike out!!

30^th August: The bag I’ve been eyeing on for so long

31^st August: Merdeka celebration, Malaysia’s 50^th, countdown at Gravity

2^nd September: Footie match, St. Kilda saints vs. Richmond tigers

6^th September: Switchfoot concert soon at Richmond AOG

7^th September: E-night at OCF Clayton

8^th September: Rugby match, Melbourne Storms vs. Sydney Swans (to be confirmed)

22^nd – 23^rd September: Wilson’s promontory with Milano group

Guess now you have an idea what I have and will be doing soon. Awesome days ahead, I can assure you. No wonder I haven’t been sticking to my budget. Haha. Currently addicted to footie, it’s the most exciting thing ever. Of course, you must be actually at the stadium to get the feel of it all. The atmosphere, the ‘live’ experience and fanatic fans shouting such colorful strings of words. Yes, it all comes in the whole package. Was loads of fun though, rooting for your team. And St. Kilda won. Although it was only a game for pride, it was all worth while in the end.

Oh and the other is, Switchfoot’s coming to my church! Costs 45 bucks though, but who cares. I’m gonna starve, if I have to.

E-night stands for evangelistic night. Combined with OCF Clayton, hopefully it will turn out successful…

Yep, you read it right. I might just go for this match since the footie season is almost over and when prices start to skyrocket.

With all the excitement and programs lined up, hopefully I’ll be able to keep up with my studies and assignments. Although there aren’t many to begin with.

5^th September: Math for Business Assignment

10^th September: Performance Measurement Group Assignment (to be discussed this Friday!)

On to list-conquering!!

For Tagged Sake!!

...your it!!

":Stupid Taggers….it’s like being in kindergarten again…" Chris Lee

COMPLETE THESE SENTENCES.
THE 30 SENTENCE MEME!
Tag 3 people to do the meme when completed.
Oh. And NO tags backs.

1. My ex is: hmm...

2. I am listening to: a variety of songs.

3. Maybe I should: do something crazy.

4. I love: meeting new people, exploring new things.

5. My best friends: can’t decide...

6. I don’t understand: why there are more pretty girls than hot guys.

7. I lose: track of time when I’m enjoying myself.

8. People say: eat to live. I say, live to eat!!

9. The meaning of my screen name is:

LiSs ^^ hitori de (is in life’s fullness): my name, meLISSa, i’m happy being alone, thus, the smiling face in front of the Japanese translation of alone and is living in the ups and downs of life...

10. Love is: L-asting, O-riginal, V-enomous & an E-xperience

11. Somewhere, someone: is waiting for a miracle to happen.

12. I will always: be the only one in the world; the special and irreplaceable me.

13. Forever: is a long time.

14. I never want to: do something that I’ll regret later on. But then again, it’s later that I regret doing it.

15. My cell phone is: a gift.

16. When I wake in the morning: I will take a trip to the toilet =p

17. I get annoyed at: people who are so full of themselves.

18. Parties are: social nights.

19. My dog is: dead. My pets usually die.

20. Kisses are the worst when: they are not from a loved one.

21. Today I am: who I am.

22. Tonight I will: pack my things.

23. Tomorrow I will: start anew.

24. I really want: to be a leader, not a follower.

25. When I looked at myself in the mirror today I: realised how much I needed to lose weight.

26. I will drive my car: when I absolutely have to.

27. A word that rhymes with “PARK” is: YUCK!!

28. Bright or Dark Room?: bright, I’m paranoid.

29. If I’m alone in a room with two beds, I: will sleep in one and put all my ‘barang’ in the other.

30. The last thing I said to someone was: “ok”

AND I tag…

1) YOU

2) YOU

3) and YOU

Whoever actually reads my blog and wants to be tagged...