what came out from being emotional

waking up at eight-thirty is a bliss. what a beautiful and peaceful morn. last night was different. it was something much more than a blissful night, it was definitely to be remembered.

just like how i said to boo that yesterday was a yellow-traffic-light day since all we encountered on the way from williams landing to airport to city was nothing but yellow lights, the past week was people week. i might be exaggerating but i reckon i learned so much more about people in the past few days than during last year. last year was wonderful and eventful, but the revelation of each and every one's true nature really came about just recently. i know all the theory about people and mankind and society and personalities and all those sociological shit, but it never enlighten before.

it all started with a broken computer, the subject of my first ever argument with boo. the irony of this is that we fought right after KD's last week sermon about fights and quarrels. "the wars outside come from the war inside". how pathetic am i, eh? my God does have an uncanny sense of humour. oh well, if this is what we need to learn, let Your will be done, Lord. in a way though, after all the tears and apologies, it opened up my eyes more in understanding people, understanding myself and understanding him. understanding a little bit more of how this world works and how things are not always as you think they are.

unmet expectation is always disappointing. in this case, it happened due to the existence of differences (finally, differences! after boo and i spend a lot of time marveling at our similarities). different perspective and different upbringing. different experiences. different way of reacting to a certain circumstance. after all, i was at fault too for not understanding and expecting things to be done my way. sis told me just this morning about something a friend said, (warning: this is gonna be the first time i post a full sentence in indo),"yah mo gimana lagi, maklum lah, dia kan ga pernah pacaran sebelomnya". please note, boo, it's not about you :p anyways, after hearing that, i felt so selfish.

this relationship is something novel to for both of us. mixing two person and two personalities together is not easy at all. i learned no matter how similar you are, there will be upsetting things like this and you just have to learn to deal with it. one of life lessons i've often heard, never comprehended till last week.

experience is the best teacher they say. now, coming back to last night, bul called me earlier in the arvo to come to lo's to chill and have dinner together. simply another hanging-out-together night with some of the people i love the most in melbie was turned into heartwarming, honest, open, sharing night, so overwhelming and overjoying. past experiences and past stories flowed out of everyone's mouth with no awkwardness. we laughed, some cried. we prayed together before we went home and you just can feel the love of God in that little fellowship. how about all the goss and the stories? sorry, dude, whatever's in that room that night, stayed in that room that night :p

ah, blessed!

goodnight~

always be grateful when you look back.
always be hopeful when you look forward.

la vita e bella~

regret

it has been probably over a year since i last visited boxhill, the true chinatown of greater melbourne. i made the trip again this morning, to visit boo. i had a great day laughing over five episodes of how i met your mother, a generous amount of cuddling and super-cheena lunch of dumplings and hot chicken noodle. i have one regret, however.

earlier in the morning, being the self-proclaimed organised girl and perfectionist i am, i checked the train schedule, despite not ended up following it due to the stupid washing machine taking forever to finish my laundry. after chucking the black-clothes-batch into the dryer and dropped by the cup of truth for my coffee, i finally managed to board a lilydale, sat quietly in a fairly empty carriage and started daydreaming.

it was an express train, so it didn't stop at every single station. anyways, in one of the station about midway between the cbd and boxhill, a man came into my carriage and greeted "does anyone have some spare change? i am a schizophrenic and i am not able to work". to be honest, my first reaction wasn't a positive one. i shrugged coz i was kinda afraid. he was tall and unkempt, with scary looking face, the one you dun wanna mess with. i just said sorry quietly and pretending not to look. he made his way along the carriage, until i couldn't hear him anymore.

...then... a tinge of regret came into my heart. it was like, dammit, why should i be scared? this was an opportunity share life. to share Jesus. i started making a scenario of what might have happened if i decided to be nice and helped him. i would rummage my bag to find some change, ask him what his name is, and when i put the coins into his takeaway coffee cup/collection cup, i would simply say, "God bless you, (insert whatever his name is)".

not much to ask, eh? but how difficult to make into reality.
sad, but it really shows our nature :(
oh God help me...

psalm 35:19

"A righteous man may have many troubles, but the Lord delivers him from them all."

what an uplifting promise! happy friday amazing everyone!

coughs and sniffles

sweetness is when you were sick and someone stayed with you and wouldn't go home until you're tucked in bed :)