Craving

It is like I am running on sand. Thank God its not water though, I would be freaking out. If you have not ran on sand before, I can describe the feeling to you with one word: Tiring.
I cursed when it rains. Its far lot worst.
But God is good. He is always good. He gave my feet the solid ground it craved for. No more sinking feeling. No more uneven surface that shifts with my weight. The ground does not nullify the energy when I jump. I can jump at my fullest height now. If you have not ran on solid ground before, I can describe the feeling to you with one word: Shiok.

Turn!

Where are you headed?
I can see where you will alight,
if follow its guide.

I spoke to you,
shouted your name.
You did not turn,
walked on the same.

But I need you to turn back.
Turn back now.
Stop playing with the flames.

Air-born

Hello little birdie. What a cute little thing you are! Why, you are just a baby! What are you doing here in my backyard?

Huh? What? Oh! You are one big creature…

Aww. Did I scare you? Oh you poor little baby! Come here to mummy! You look cold!

No I… Hey! Hey hey HEY! Put me down! Puuut me down! What are yo…

Just look at you, adorable little bird! You are so dirty! Let me clean you up. A little rubbing should do the trick!

I am not dirty! Please put me d… OUCH! Hey that hurts! Stop it, stop rubbing my back! CAN YOU HEAR ME!?

Now, isn’t that better? Oh poor little birdie looks sick. Are you sick?

YOU are making me sick! Now put me down so my real mummy can find me. Okay, why are you raising me higher?

FLLLLLY~ fly to your nest, little cutie pie~! Your mummy must be worried. She will be able to take care of you. Now now, it is not good to run away from home.

Firstly, I can’t run. Birds don’t run. Secondly, I can’t fly, my mummy has not taught me yet. Lastly, please put me… Oh you are lowering me, are you finally putting me down? No, you are not putting me down! No wait! I know what you are doing! ARE YOU TRYING TO TOSS ME INTO THE SKY!? NO! STOP! STOP YOU MAD WOMAN! STOP!

My oh my, just look at how excited you are. You really want to be in the sky, aren’t you? Heeeeere we go~

Oh. My. Go… AAAAAAAAH!

FLY my tiny little cutie! FLY!

Okay, now don’t panic. She tossed me realllly hard and now I am very high up in the air. Means I have more time before I go splat on the ground. Don’t panic. Don’t panic… alright I am panicking. HELLP! MUMMY! HELP! PLEASE HELP!!!

Not working. Imagonnadie! Stillyoung! It is now or never, little birdie! Now or death! I saw how my mummy do it. Can’t be that hard! Okay, spread wings. Balance tail feathers. Baaaalance… Flap. Flap. FLAP! Okay, good. Now left. Right. Left. Right. Left.

{This is how i am feeling. Oh, if you're wondering, the birdie survived.}

View

There was this picture I always saw. I thought I saw everything there is to it. I was wrong. It was only a small fraction of it that was visible but thought that was all there was to it.
Today I realized I was wrong. The whole picture was made visible and my eyes struggled to take in all the details and colors. I tried to find the fraction of area that was familiar to my eyes. It was minute as compared to the full size. It will take sometime before I could take in all the details but it has sure opened up my mind.
It leads me to wonder, is this the full size or is it just another fraction to a even larger picture?
One step at a time my boy, one step at a time.

Sound: Cling!

It is pretty amazing.
When you are down on your knees;
When your emotions overwhelms;
Once the cry of desperation is let out:
O Lord.
He will hear you.
Even the maker of the stars,
He will hear the sound of your breaking heart.

Yes.

I used to think being in love with God and doing his stuff is like taking a walk in the park. What I did not know was that the park was filled with thorns, pot holes, mountains, fiery rings to jump through. Things really are different when you decided to drop everything and go serious on God. I still remember when I took things half heartedly, where I serve two masters: One in heaven and one called ‘the flesh’. The result was not satisfying. There were actually no results.

As I grew older and learn to depend on Him, my eyes began to see things more clearly. There was one particular lesson that I learnt the hard way:
Without him, I am nothing.
And it’s true. I’m powerless and nothing can be done without His help. Whenever I sway away, things couldn’t be done. At least it doesn’t yield tip top results. I am still learning, learning to depend entirely on His biceps than to use my weak and puny ones.

I used to go to God with my hands full of problems and rants and needs and wants and complains and… But with hands filled, I wasn’t able to receive. I didn’t even give. So, I tried a different approach, I went empty handed.

That night I’ve made my decision. I said,
“Hey, I know I’ve been giving you my heart but snatching it back again many many times. Tonight I know You know I’m serious. I have still many sharp edges that need smoothening but I am willing. A instrument. A vessel. Whatever, just use me.

“You sure?”

“…Yes.”

“Here comes the tests and trials.”

Don’t get me wrong. It is not all pain and suffering. There are sweet times too. He in His own special ways still show that He cares. Like some old saying that says, ‘Through thick and thin, I will stay with you ah!’ He is like that. I could never had made it this far on my own.

I have learnt, it is not easy at all.
The old me would probably give up and start going on a rampage.
I am different for You have done great works in me.

Chapter 0.5, Comet

A comet fell from the sky. As it pummeled from the heavens, it split the clouds apart. The impact, as it hits the ground in a velocity so great, it pushed aside everything it came in contact with, which means the earth; the trees; the buildings all went flying. It dug on the surface of the earth for more than fifty kilometers before coming to a halt. By then, the damage done was already massive. It dropped and skit itself through the heart of London. Many lights were extinguished that day.

My legs gave way and my hands lost its grip on the handle as I watch the amount of light fade away. Tears came streaming down my face as I held it in my hands. I let out a cry of despair and sorrow. There was no sound. The whole event happened right infront of my eyes in silent motion. Even the explosions and screams were silent. I looked around, many were covering their ears. Silent?

More lights were dimming out as time passes. My heart ached further and my soul tore deeper as each light went out. The lights, they represented one living soul on earth.

sidenotes

Have you ever come across a time when a mere and simple sentence that appeared normal to others affected you in a giant scale? I bet there was. It is actually a very common occurrence from time to time. Some changed the person's life a hundred and eighty degrees while some pushes a person's being deep into the ground. Some made people cry tears of joy while some made people cave in.

In my case, this particular sentence gave me mixed feelings. Among the feelings, one stood out from the rest like a looming tower: Foolishness.

Not foolishness as in it made me feel retarded. It means that it made me realize how foolish i was. It made me realize that whatever i expressed and done long ago wasnt strong enough. Strong enough to even make a dent.

And you, when and how did a mere and simple sentence that appeared normal to others affected you in a giant scale? Lets share.

Wooden see

Once I talked to a woodcrafter. His name was Eric Lenner. He was in his mid forties with thin graying hair and a large built. His forearms had very defined muscle lines and thick veins crawled from his hands to the elbow. For a man in his forties, he was really fit. He was wearing a goggle too big for his face and holding a chisel on his right hand and a small hammer on the left when I approached his shop.

What made me approach the shop was a particular wood statue. The beauty of it caught my attention. It was a fish leaping out of the water but froze in mid motion, as such, the tail was still in the water but the head was out. The water was also frozen in a splashing motion around the fish. It looked so life like as if it would start moving at any moment.

The shop was split into two. One side was all the woodcraft being displayed with price tag attached. The other side was a work area. Tools hung on the walls and on top of a big dusty workbench.

Eric was working on a piece of wood at the work area when I entered but how this story started was when I noticed the thing he was working on. It was a six feet tall human-sized log and it was rotten. Moss was growing all around it; Barks were peeling; many parts of it were black and there was some kind of sticky liquid all over it, making it appear wet. I’m sure it wasn’t water. There was an unpleasant smell too.

I remembered clearly what he said when he saw the disgust in my face, “Boy, don’t pass your judgment yet. This large piece of wood may be unsightly now but I do not see it as it is, I see what it would become.”

“You see what it would become? Can this even become anything good?” I said with amusement.

He turned away from his work and looked me in the eye through his work goggles and with a very serious tone said, “Yes, what it would become. I do not see things the way you see it. You can only see the present state of the wood which is disgusting and maybe even a little horrifying. Me, I see a beautiful work of art that it would turn into, that is, after all the hammering and chipping. I can see the potential of a piece of wood, and this wood has potential.”

Eric gave me a wink and got back to work. I nearly made a little laugh when he winked because of how cliquey it was. I continued into the shop and took a closer look at the fish wood piece and at the rest of the woodcraft in his shop.

I was on my way out when Eric started on the log. With strength, he hammered the chisel into the surface of the log in an angle and a big chunk of wood came loose from the body. He turned the chisel sideways and off came the chunk.

“Hey be careful!” I did not even know why I was telling a professional woodcrafter to be careful but I felt the sudden urge to say it after seeing how rough he was in treating the log.

“HA! Don’t worry! I know how much force each wood can take. I will not exceed the amount of force that it can’t take.” said Eric without turning to me or stopping his work. “Found anything that interests you?”

“No, just looking around.” And I left.

Now, you might be wondering how I know his name without even asking for it.

Three years after the meeting, I was at an art exhibition and I was admiring this five and a half foot tall woodcraft of a man holding the earth in his hands. Seventy seven thousand was the bidding price for it. The photograph of the artist who crafted it was printed at the side of the panel that describes the origins and meaning of the piece. It was the face of the woodcrafter I met three years ago. Below the picture was written:

Protecting Hands
Mr. Eric Lenner

That was what became of the disgusting and maybe even a little horrifying log I saw that day.

This wood has potential.

look here

A story is suppose to be in this space but due to a certain hold up and the need to book in to the stupid camp, there is no story. Do not worry(if you are), it will still be up next week!

Eggs keeps words!

mercy

A verse from the song Kindness by Chris Tomlin:

'Open up the skies of mercy
And rain down the cleansing flood
Healing waters rise around us
Hear our cries Lord let 'em rise'

better

I'm colorblind but I could see many things have taken a lighter shade.
Even my egg shell had put on a coat of lighter colors.
I walk on familiar terrain but with a different eye glass.
It is beginning to feel that what I find colorful once upon a time seems... dull now.
Not a bad thing though.
After being in my new parade for five months, things changed.
My shell changed, the inside too.

Some find me foreign, some do not know how to commune.
Hey.
I'm still here.
I'm still the egg with a shell.

Becoming something better, lost someone dear.
Come on.

evolve

People can't always stay the same and so can't eggs.
Eggs are going to evolve.
Not 'growing wings' kind if evolution.
In other words, this blog is changing its eggish style!
Maybe I will turn it into a mirror.
Ha! Imagine an egg with a reflective egg shell.

Well then, my new slogan will be "Even eggs can evolve".


Even eggs can evolve.

been long?

It has been long. Really long.
Since when was it that I have the time to sit down and type away.
For all who reads:
The truth is, I'm lost.
It is weird in a sense.
I don't get breathless that easily when I run as compared to last time.
I get breathless easily when I walk in my familiar terrain as compared to last time.
What is this called? Irony or was it something else. Not important.

I try to squeeze as much interaction as much as one can possibly squeeze with what time I have to catch up with as many people as I could. But realized it does not solve the problem. It didn't even scratch the surface.
Don't think it ever will.

"What do you want or need then?"

Maybe that is the question many may ask. Frankly, I do not know either.
But I do know what I don't want.
I don't want to treat specially because I am in something different.
Maybe just be my friend.

beat

There is a Heartbeat so close by.
It is constant and never changing.
It is strong and powerful.
Following it’s rhythm is tough,
but I know it will never be wrong.
It will guide me on my walk.
That is why,
I trust the Heartbeat.

Cliff

I do not know where to start. Maybe I will start with a brief introduction of myself. I am about eighteen years old or so. I do not know exactly how tall I am, I know I am really tall. Everyone have to raise their heads to look at me. I do not have a roof over my head except for the sky. All I do the whole time is just to stand straight. It may sound boring to you but for me, it is a very important job.

I love the day light and the sun. It makes me feel safe and warm. Birds would chirp, fishes leap from and back into the waters. The night is something I do not look forward to. It is scary to be standing in the dark. Everywhere is pitch black and creepy weird sound coming from every direction. The worst that could happen were thunder storms in the night. The strong wind would use all its might to try to blow me away with its strength. The rain would try to erode me away with its water. Don’t worry, I am not a weakling! Such small weak forces would not bring me down! Maybe by the end of it, i would have a scratch but it would go away after awhile.

Do not get me wrong. Even when I said I am no weakling, it is still a tiring thing to stand on that cliff and brave through nature’s vermin. There were countless times of me thinking of just lay down and give up on my job. If I follow through that idea, I could predict disasters.

Yes, regarding my job. My job is to hold onto the ground I am standing on and allow the shiny thing on my head to guide those who could not see where they were heading in the night. Now you maybe wondering what the ‘shiny thing’ is but even I no idea. It has been with me the whole time without leaving my side but how it shines is still a mystery to me even till this day. Well, there is no need to be bothered on how it works, if that ‘thing’s’ know how it functions is enough.

That concludes stuff about me. Oh how forgetful of me for not mentioning my name at the start. My name is Lighthouse.

smile

There was this dream that I had. I was standing all alone in an open field. Trees and green grass grew all around me. A gentle breeze began to rustle the trees, giving the smooth and relaxing feeling.

Everything turned red in a matter of seconds.

I looked up and saw huge rocks warped in fire parting the clouds and pummeling onto the ground I was standing on. Right in front of my eyes, mountains crumpled; trees were integrated up into the air.

And I was standing right in the mist of it all.

Other than the heat, and me perspiring all over, I am fine. The flames are not touching me. The rocks of flame couldn’t reach me. There I realized I was standing inside something, and is protecting me.

A shelter like no other.

It withstood everything that may kill me. I feel safe inside it, like a bubble but in a more stable form. I looked up in the reddish sky and noticed the moon was getting larger in size rapidly, coming closer.

And with all that is going on,

I Smiled.

egg

"WHERE IS THE STORY YOU PROMISED!?"
well, lets just say the writer is still struggling to complete it.
"Riiiight, as if its so hard."
Oh well.
Some side story.

I’ve been hiding in an egg shell. The egg shell, a two way boundary I’ve set up, it prevents entry and exit. When I decided to set it up, I did not have the intension to leave nor do I have the intension of letting anyone enter into it. Maybe it is due to space constrain. Slowly, I noticed cracks forming on the shell. Something from the outside caused it. I could feel the drift of warm air coming in, warming up the inside. It was something I dislike that was causing all the cracks! At first, I was afraid. I was angry. I tried to chase whatever that was causing the cracks away, from the inside. Time passed, I let my guard down. There wasn’t any ill intension coming from that thing. I allowed it to invade; I allowed it to pound on my egg shell. At times, I would secretly hope the comfortable shell would be smashed by it. Such irony, to be saved by something one dislikes. Little by little, the cracks connect to one another and would someday become a hole, and maybe by then, I would be able to crawl out.
Kids, maybe they can.

yesterday's work

My blog is totally dead as you guys see it.
To tell the truth, I can’t write stories like I used to anymore.
Not because I’ve suddenly became retarded.
But I seem to have lost something that allowed me to write.
It was there before but as hard as I try, it isn’t here anymore.
Just so you know, I am not giving up just yet!
Especially when readers are still visiting this blog.
Some drops of water may still be found
Underneath the dryness.
Slowly, it may come back to me
Look with your eyes.
On the letters of this draft.
Vertical, horizontal, upside down, left to right or right to left.
Every letter has a meaning to it.
Sums up on the sides!
maybe it is not even that hard for some.
well, check back from now on.
Updates coming your way!

okay

OK!
Time to revamp my blog, but i'm too lazy to find a blog skin or even draw one. You readers should be wondering whether I am going to write a story in this post. No. I'm not going to do one. Yes yes, the blog owner knows that he hadn't blogged for a really long time. Why? Maybe because his heart and mind wasn't really following the straight and narrow path in the last months and he took a really long time to crawl back! And because of that, he lost interest in writing stuff. But he seems ok now, new stories will be posted soon, so bookmark www.eggimoempire.blogspot.com and check back regularly!

I just noticed something interesting! This is the second post in my entire blog that is NOT a story. Maybe I should let my readers know more about this writer(me) huh? Well, I’m tall, I breathe and release a lot of air.

Will also give my blog a new look in days to come!

flying (Part 1)

“You are my hero!”
”Do not cry, I’m here to wipe your tears away.”
”Oh carry me away from this place!”
“Hold on to me and do not look down.”
”Okay.”
”A few more blocks and you are safe.”
”Can I…”
”Yes?”
”Can I… Can we hold each other like this a little while longer?”
”…”
”You are going to fly away again, right?”
”I can be your hero. I can look after you. But I can’t be with you.”
”Why. Why not?”
”The sun is rising. I have to go.”
”NO! Stay with me!”
”We will meet again. I promise.”
”W… Wait! Come back… I do not know your name yet.”

{Oh yea! A post! Whoohoohoohohohohoooho!}

running man

A King needed to deliver a letter to the queen of another country, so he called for his trusty messenger, Travis. Travis was a fast runner and an honest man, he could run for miles and not lose his breathe. Rumor has it that the King provides a secret source of energy where by whoever taps into it would receive unlimited strength!

In the King's court, Travis received instructions, directions and the letter for a Queen in a distant land. Before sending him off, the king blessed Travis with strength and a safe journey.

The King gave Travis three hours to prepare for the journey. He packed 2 stacks of books for entertainment, one huge pile of food for self-satisfactory, eight sets of clothes, three pairs of shoes, two swords for self-defense, a guitar for music in the night, firewood for setting up camp fire, a tent and a sleep mat to rest. The weight of all those could crush a normal man but Travis is strong and tough.

Travis picked up his huge sack and sets out on the journey. After two days of running, the land of the queen is still nowhere in sight! He looked back, only to realize he had covered only a short distance as the King's kingdom is still visible! Puzzled, he did some thinking, trying to pin-point why he was making such slow progress even though he had not stopped running for even a second! He looked down at the foot prints he made and noticed they sank deep into the ground. He was too heavy!

Travis threw away the books he brought for entertainment, instantly, his pace quickened! He felt lighter than before. After a short distance, he thought of how important the letter was; maybe the Queen needs it urgently. So he threw down the sets of clothes, sandals and guitar. His pace again increased tremendously!

A day has passed and the Queen's kingdom was still no where in sight! He thought of the King, how good the King has treated and loved him. With that thought as his motivation, he threw down his remaining burdens and gave all his strength to running.

Within moments, Travis was in the Queen’s court. The Queen was overjoyed upon receiving the letter so quickly and wants to award Travis, but he rejected the offer by saying, "My reward is in the kingdom. Besides, they may weigh me down." And so, the Queen sent Travis off.

In less than a day, Travis arrived back at the King's court. The King was amazed at the speed Travis ran! On that day, Travis was made a noble and was able to eat with the King at the King's table.

"You may have unlimited strength and energy to work but burdens and shackles slows you down. The outcome may not be as productive as when you gave it your all. How long you could run is important, but how fast you run is as important."

images

A projector can only project something on its projecting tray. Before anything was placed on the projecting tray, it projects a white light. It was so bright and pure, everyone could see it.

However, the projector wants to project something else. It wants people to see something different on it. So an image of a ‘rockstar’ was placed on the projecting tray. Now the white light is taken over by an image of a ‘rockstar’. Everyone could see the projected image and figured that the image projected was the real self of the projector.

However, the projector wants to project something else. It wants people to see something different on it. So an image of a ‘playboy’ was placed on the projecting tray, over the image of the ‘rockstar’. Now the white light is taken over by an image of a ‘rockstar’ and ‘playboy’. Everyone could see the projected image and figured that the image projected was the real self of the projector but could not make out if it was a ‘rockstar’ or a ‘playboy’.

However, the projector wants to project yet something else. It wants people to see something different on it. So an image of a ‘gangster’ was placed on the projecting tray, over the image of a ‘rockstar’ and ‘playboy’. Now the white light taken over by an image of a ‘rockstar’, ‘playboy’ and ‘gangster’. Everyone could see the projected image and figured that the image projected was the real self of the projector but could not make out if it was a ‘rockstar’ or a ‘playboy’ or a ‘gangster’.

As the projector continued piling images upon images on its projecting tray, the images was so much that the white light could not shine through anymore. No one could see the projections nor do they know what the projector was any longer.

"Do not be like that projector. Instead of trying to be someone else you are not and allow that light of yours to be partially or fully blocked out, be yourself and shine like the light house! Let everyone around you see that bright and pure light."

recent

a poem

So...
They thought we should be perfect.
They thought we should be stainless and clean.
They thought we should always say the right things.
They thought we were not allowed to make any mistakes.

But...
We ate the same food they ate!
We looked the same way they looked!
We dwell in the same place they dwell!
We spoke the same language they spoke!

And...
They mocked us for our ways and beliefs.
They mocked us for being different and unique.
They mocked us for shinning so bright and warm.
They mocked us for reading the facts and teachings.

Then...
We asked for hope that they would be like us!
We asked for strength to not give up on them!
We asked for love from the One they do not know about!
We asked for forgiveness even if they were giving us such a hard time!

river

When you look up at the night skies, the stars, the moon, decorated the surface. Beyond that is nothing but dark outer space. As the night's breeze swept pass, does it make you wonder how many people shared this breeze with you? You close your eyes, trying to catch a slight sound but all you could hear is the rustling of the trees dancing in the wind. Looking back up at the sky, can you imaging God is up there looking down upon us? His hand over the skies, protecting something.

In a night like this, it makes me wonder, how small we are. We are like a single drop of water in a basin. But God still singled out every drop of water and make them special in their own way, for every drop matters. One drop is small, however, more drops make a cup, even more drops make a puddle.

To say 'It doesn't matter if I'm alive or not! It doesn't make any difference!', is somehow unfair. He treated everyone of us specially but some still treated themselves insignificantly. When one is taken out, nothing will stay the same anymore. Some may think they did not contribute much to the group but a small giggle, a 'yeah!', a wave of hands, or even being there, is already a great contribution.

If God sees each and everyone of us as important, we should do the same. No one is insignificant to begin with. Young and old, decent and unglamorous, quiet and chatty ones, include all of them into our puddle!

One day, let it become a river that flows.

suitable shoe

Derek is a little boy who love shoes. He has a loving father which always nags at him to only find the right shoe for his feet!

"There are many beautiful and nice looking shoes out there but keep in mind that not all fits your feet!" He would say.

Derek's father is a professional when it comes to shoes since his job is a shoe maker. However, Derek does not always listen to professional advices. Occasionally, he would come across shoes that catches his breath. He tries his best to get his hands on that shoe without putting into consideration if the shoe fits. After spending much time and finance, he would either get the shoe or get depressed. Depressed from failure to get the shoes.

If he have the shoe in his possession, Derek would shower love and care over it. But when an unsuitable shoe is wore on your feet, over time it brings discomfort and pain to the feet. Derek's way of handling such situation was to just part ways with the shoe. Sometimes a week, sometimes a month, sometimes 3 months. Over all, none of the time spent was more than half a year on one shoe. Then he would search for others shoes and spends time, effort, and finance to gain possession. The cycle goes on and on.

Derek gets shoes just for the sake of having something on his feet. It would not only damage the feet in due time. Insteadn of a mind set of "I want to get shoes so that I can wear it forever!" it slowly became "I am just gonna throw it away after awhile!". He could never enjoy a pair of shoe partly due to the pain in his feet, partly due to his mindset.

One day, Derek's father pointed out to him a pair of shoe which really caught his attention in an instant. The size, shape, curves, fits around his feet like a glove! Although he got the shoe, as hard as he tries, he could not enjoy the shoe to the fullest. All the past hurts on his feet and mental barriers prevented that.

Over dinner, the father asked Derek if he is enjoying his new shoe.
"Are you enjoying your new shoe son?"
"Its hard dad. I know this shot is perfect for me but past experiences always makes me feel as if the shoe may hurt me again. Sometimes I'm even afraid to wear it..."
"Did I not warned you when you were younger?"
"Yeah... You did..."
"Remember I told you to wait for the right shoe? But you allowed yourself to be attached to other shoes! It not only does damage to yourself BUT you also did damages to the shoes.
"I'm sorry dad..."
"I am a shoe maker and I will not let one go shoeless! For i always say - He who finds a suitable shoe finds a good thing!"

a tree

6 July 2007

A family of 5 was in a car driving on the road. They were driving up a huge mountain to a resort to spend their vacation. Below the mountain runs a river with a strong current leading to a waterfall up ahead. It was then, a racoon ran right in the way of the car causing the father to spin the wheel to the left, jammed at the brakes to avoid hitting it! While the car was being spin to the left, the back wheel hit a fallen rock from up the mountain which caused to back end of the car to be lifted up into mid air! With the front wheel still gripped on the ground, the car's end made a 180 degree swing. At that moment, the front wheel's grip on the ground loosen which caused the whole car to fly off the side of the road and down the mountain due to the pulling weight of the car's end.

The car landed on the side of the mountain but is still rolling down with great speed! The father stepped on the brakes many times but it appears the brakes was damaged from the events earlier! The car is heading down the mountain and straight to the river! Everyone in the car was screaming and crying but one. The father. He calmly placed his hands together in front of him and began to pray. The wheels then hit on some unevenness on the ground, swayed to the right a little and crashed into a huge old tree just two feet from the river!

The tree stopped the car. The family emerged from the car and between air bags with unharmed bodies. The father looked around but found no other trees nearby but that huge tree.

21 March 1830

Squirrels were gathering some nuts from higher up the mountain. One of them dropped a nut while running back to their hole! The nut rolled down the tree, down the side of the mountain and was stuck in between a few branches of another tree! Meanwhile, a family was having a picnic 2 feet from the river. It was a calm river at that time. Their family dog dug a hole in the ground and was about to bury something when he got scared off by a thunder from the sky! Suddenly a strong gust of wind hit the tree where the nut was stuck. The nut fell off the tree and roll right into the hole the dog dug. The dog went back to the hole and covered it up.

{This is not exactly a story but a testimony from someone long time ago which i dont really remember who. It wasnt exactly that dramatic but the person did fell off and a huge tree did save him and his family. 21 March 1830 was his thoughts and i kind of agreed. A tree that big cant be grown in 2 hrs. It takes hundreds of years to grow to that size. It even grew at that spot to catch the car at the last moment. It was as if someone knew what is going to happen 200 years from then and planted a tree there. Which reminded me of a verse.}

Jeremiah 1:5
Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,
before you were born I set you apart;
I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.

lets wait

Sam. A successful businessman. A man with everything he wanted. A happy family consisting a beautiful wife and two kids, Nicole and Nicolet. A new BMW he bought just last month from his raise. A big house with a seaside view. A happy man is he in the eyes of the world! A man chasing his dreams.

Is he really happy?

Sam. He works 9 to 5 every single day excluding overtime. Even on Sundays he has to fulfill appointments with clients. When his daughters approach him regarding school projects or the amount of A's they scored, his reply would be "Not now kids. I do not have the time. Maybe tomorrow alright?". When he return home, he would be too tired to even pat his beloved wife on the head. It has been long since he last kissed his wife or his kids. A family that went through countless nights without their daddy on the table for dinner. But in the name of trying to give them the best, he worked and worked. Pouring all he had into a sand castle.

How long will it last?

Sam. His beautiful wife now living in her mother's with Nicole and Nicolet. His company went bankrupt. His position, salary, everything he worked for, blown away like the sand in the wind. His car tolled away and his big house went on mortgage to clear heaps of debts. His friends left him(as if he didn't see this one coming). His dreams now seemed like a nightmare.

Is he really alone?

Sam. When he was young he was a church going boy. Whenever he was lonely he would call upon his best friend Jesus. When something good happens he would tell Jesus. When some big kid bullies him, he would run home and cry to Jesus asking for help. When he is free, he would read the bible and have conversations with Jesus.

Will it stay only in the pass?

Sam. He is crying alone at night. He remembered his childhood days and searched for his old bible. He hugged the book tightly in front of his chest and started praying. He started crying out for forgiveness. He seek for help. He wants to speak to his old friend again. He fell asleep soon after.

The end?

Sam. Woke up with the sun shinning bright in his face. Was about to leave the house and look for a job when he noticed a letter slipped under the door. With no address or sender's name, it is a really odd looking envelope. With no friends, he wondered if the letter was from his wife. Wrote with a unfamiliar handwriting, the letter read:

Dear Sam,
I missed you. I was hurt when you have forgotten me and went on sailing with your own strength! I was even more hurt when you decided to not listen to my voice anymore. After your 17th birthday you have given up on me but I havn't. Every night I have been trying to ask how your day is. I even screamed and shouted but it appears my voice is far too soft and too distant for you to hear. Yes yes, I know. I am all knowing! I should know how your day is! But... I just want to have a little conversation with the one I love. It sounds better coming out from your mouth.

On your wedding day, remember the white dove that landed on the table in front of you when you are exchanging rings? That was me! You thought I would not care about your wedding day didn't you? Why did I go as a dove huh? Because I could not talk to you anymore. Even if I congratulated, you would not hear me. There has been many countless times I tried to warn you too. At work when your colleagues were plotting something or when your company is going bankrupt! At home when your wife is feeling lonely and your kids are crying for daddy's attention!

The sheep recognizes the shepherd's voice. Remember my voice my dear child. Let me tell you a good news! I do not sleep. I watch over you day and night. I look forward for a conversation with you.

With an unconditional love,
Your best friend Jesus.

Sam. Tears flowing down his face. He knows he has found something he lost. With a voice still sore from the night's crying and yelling he said:

"I know You never sleeps. But if You get bored, I am still awake. Lets chat."

t

Strolling pass ruins and massive structures of passed age, looking out for any hint of human presence. All was found were well kept stone statues of great people that were once living. One statue had a name of Marco.P and another had Stanford.R. Magnificent explorers that sailed the seas! There was even Qian Long and Kang Xi! Ancient Chinese kings! All was recognized but one. The statue covered by the bushes, overgrown with moss and weed. The face was hidden behind the overgrowing vines that spread throughout. Cracks covered the faded name plate. It was hard but was able to make out J.Chris. Who is J.Chris? John Christopher? Who? Why was his statue forgotten by everyone and left here to decay but still included amongst all the statues of great mens? There was a hole after the letter s. Like something was suppose to be nailed there.

A sound! There was a sound from a ruin close by! Running to the direction of the ruin, the sound suddenly stopped. A stone tablet estimating 5 feet high stood at the doorway of the ruin. Words carved right into the body of it.

A lost trumpet sounding from the far horizon.
Reminding hearts about the great work done.

The love that could fall down like rain.
Washing the veil off the covered eyes.

Did the world make you forget the t?
Do you remember the man on the t?

Forget the t? What is this t? As the rest of the letters were curved into the tablet, the t wasn't. It was nailed onto it. It was shaped more like a cross than a t. At the foot of the tablet, there was another t laying on the grass and a nail beside it. It looks like it belonged to the dirty broken statue. But where? Who was he?

What was forgotten?

Jack the fish

The little fish, Jack, lived his life in comfort. He stays in a small ring of rocks and sea urchans where the water is warm all year round and everything he ever wanted was there! He has great friends that shares many common interest! They always hung out and do fishy stuff together. For a long time Jack has been living in contentment with his group of closely nit friends. But at the same time, he noticed other fishes outside of the small ring he is living in! They were moody, scary and unhappy looking fishes!

One day, when Jack was out swimming with his buddies, something outside the small ring caught his attention. A big red crab was hunting down the fishes! From far, the crab's eyes looked like horns sticking out the head!

In jack's little fish heart, a voice boomed "Get out and help them Jack!"
He was taken aback by the voice and began to argue with it.

Jack: "They are scary fishes!!!"
But are they as scary as that crab out there?
Jack: "They may not like me!!!"
But they sure would like you more than that crab out there!
Jack: "I am scared! The waters out there are cold!"
But they have been living out there for so long and they aren't frozen!
Come on, flip your fins and take the first flip! Swim out there and reach them!
Jack: "I am comfortable here! When they come in things will change!!!"
But think about it, what is more important? Their lives? Your comfort?
Sometimes, you have to swim out of your zone of comfort to save a fish.

And with a shout, Jack swam out of the small ring with full speed without another thought into the cold and unfamiliar water. His friends stared with mouth wide open as Jack approached the mean looking fishes one after another! Some of the fishes pushed him away and showed him mean looks and pointed their middle fins at him but he did not yield! He carried on spreading the good news, telling them about the small ring he was living in and how good it is, free from the big red crab!

Due the Jack's courage, fishes started to come into the ring! After sometime, they had to expand the ring to include more fishes! After seeing Jack's brave "Die hard" action, his buddies began to swim out and reach even more fishes! Every fish in the ring rejoice as more fishes started gathering! After knowing them, the fishes did not seem mean at all!

The big red cab slammed its claws with anger on the ground as he know one crab is impossible to go against millions of fishes gathered together as one. He was defeated.

Till this day, Jack and the fishes are still reaching out to fishes not saved from the crab's reach.

All it took was one fish to make the first little swim out of the zone.

walking

How long is this walk?
How long is this road to begin with?
How long is this going to last?
How long have i been walking?

There are so many upslopes and downslopes!
There are so many uneven paths with holes!
There are so many sharp rocks on the floor!
There are just no easy way around!

Look at my swollen feet.
Look at my blisters burst.
Look at my scars from earlier.
Look at all the bandages i warp.

Do not worry.

Let Me walk this walk with you.
Let Me walk on this road with you.
Let Me walk until the end beside you.
Let Me be your timekeeper.

Are there no flat roads too?
Are there no path that are solid and smooth too?
Are there no ground that is soft as sand too?
Are there going to be any strengthening with the easy way?

Allow Me to message your feet!
Allow Me to ease your pain!
Allow Me to wash away all the dirt!
Allow Me from embracing you gently into My hands!

Do not worry.
Do not yell.
Do not cry.

For I am here.

story of a lady

{A story/testi i heard from my NLT class}

A christian lady and her baby was starving but they only had $2. It was only enough to buy either a piece of bread for herself or a small amount of milk for the baby. She prayed.

Do not buy the bread. Do not by the milk. Buy both.

She was confused. $2 is not enough to get both! She prayed again.

Now go down to the super mart.

She obeyed and headed down without second thoughts.

Gather everything you need for the week and do not worry about the payment.

The lady was surprised but she took a shopping cart and began filling it up. Chicken, milk, cookies, rice etc. Now it is time to pay.

Go to counter 3 and pay from that counter.

The lady headed towards the counter. When it was her turn, the cashier said she had to go for lunch and directed her to another counter but the lady said no. She knows that she have to pay from this counter and no other.
The cashier left.
She stayed.
1 hr passed.
The cashier came back.
She handed her groceries over.
The cashier began scanning.
And exactly at that moment, the super mart's speakers started to play an announcement. "Today is our shop's 20th anniversary. The customer that is currently at counter 3, your shopping's are on the house. Have a nice day!"

Seed

The Gardener loves flowers! One day, he decides to plant some at his own backyard. First, he soften the soil so as to help the roots to grow deep into the ground. Later, he planted flower seeds on the softened soil and watered them.

Day after day, the Gardener made sure the little sprouts had just the right amount of water and lots of sunlight. During rainy days, he would wear a raincoat and an umbrella and sit outside with the flowers . He would shield them from the heavy rain water that may crash the tiny flowers and the strong wind that may snap their tiny steam. He made sure that every single flower will bloom and spread their seeds.

On the day of the flower's blooming, he combed back his hair, wore his best shirt and pants, put on perfume and waited. Without taking his eyes off the flowers, he watched as they start to spread out their pedals so beautifully and danced in the sun. But for a flower, they whithers shortly after they are done blooming and spreading their seeds in the wind.

The Gardener plucked the flowers from the soil and placed them in the freezer where they will remain forever so pretty, away from heavy rain water and strong winds, not needing to worry about sunlight and water anymore.

sally the doll

One sunny morning, Sally the doll woke up feeling very happy! She decided to take a stroll on the exciting and noisy Life Street. Life Street is a fun place to hang out because of all the bumps and unexpected coincidence. Combed her hair and clipped on her beloved heart shapped badge, she was all set to go!

Sally skipped her way down the street and noticed her best friend Teddy! With a joyful voice, she greeted him but Teddy responded in a depressing way. Concerned, Sally sat herself down beside Teddy and found out that Teddy's favorate red balloon was stuck up a tree! Without much hesitation, Sally climbed the tree and got the balloon but on the way down, a sharp branch caught a loose tread on her arm. It tore a hole on her arm and some of her stuffings popped out. Teddy saw the red balloon and was overjoyed! He immideatly grabbed the balloon and took off without showing any concern or gratitude to Sally.

The hole and the ungrateful friend totally ruined her mood but she told herself that these things would not stop her from her stroll on Life Street.

Further down the street some Jack-In-Da-Box where playing baseball. One of them hit the ball a little too hard, sending the ball straight at Sally! The heart shapped badge took the full impact of the blow and broke. Upon seeing this, the Jack-In-Da-Boxes instead of rushing over, laughed and hopped off leaving Sally alone with a broken heart shapped badge.

And that was the last straw. Poor little Sally brusted out crying but things on Life Street carried on without stopping down for that poor little doll. As if things was not bad enough for Sally, it began to rain. Water started sipping into her cotton stuffings. After awhile, the water in her stuffings made her body so heavy that she fell, face flat, on the ground. It was putting so much pressure on her so much so she could not even move anymore.

Torned. Broken. Fallen. Pressed down.
At her lowest point, Sally cried out for someone to help. The mayor of Life Street who was near-by heard her and carried her to his house. At home, the mayor fetched out some treads, glue, a blow dryer, a towel, fixed Sally up and sat her down comfortablly beside a fire place.

Mayor: "Are you alright my little one?"
Sally: "Thank you Mr mayor! You saved me and fixed me up!"
Mayor: "Haha! Silly Child! That is part of my job as the mayor of Life Street!"
Sally: "Are you always around?"
Mayor: "Definately! If you call out to me i will come and fix you right up in a jiffy! Listen my little one, this street is fun but at the same time dangerous. Do not let the dangerous things get hold of you alright?"
Sally: "Geez thanks for your advice Mr mayor! I will always remember to come here if i ever need any fixing again!"
Mayor: "Thats my good little child!"

little Johnny Chen

Little Johnny Chen was playing at the sandbox when he suddenly felt lonely and bored. He looked at the sand in the box and a great idea strucked him! Using his bucket, he dug up some sand and poured water into the holes with his waterbottle. The water poured onto the sand made it look like the ocean, little Johnny Chen smiled!

After thinking for a moment on what to do, little Johnny Chen grabbed a handfull of wet sand and moulded it into a person, then he moulded animals of different kind! 6 mins of non stop moulding made Johnny Chen tired and he rested on the next min.

Johnny Chen looked at the little human he created from the sand and realised he was all alone! Grabbing another pile of wet sand, he moulded it into another person which looked almost alike to the first one. He now thinks that they looked happy together and he smiled again.

Little Johnny Chen loved his creation especially with the two person he made as they were created in the image of him. He even built a garden just for them! He loved them so much that he even decided that no matter what they do or how they think about him, he will always love them back and bless them plentifully even though they are sand.

scarecrow

Under the sun the scarecrow stood.
Guarding the crops as he always did.
Mr Scarecrow stared at the scenary which he had been staring at for his entire life.
He had hoped day after day that he could break free from the wooden pole that held him in place.
Efforts of him trying to break free reached the ears of the crows and they took pity on him.
The crows assisted Mr Scarecrow in his escape but was fruitless, so the crows flew over mountains and rivers in search of help.
A wise old baboon was summoned from the forest and brought infront of Mr scarecrow.

Mr Scarecrow: "Would you help me?"
Baboon: "Only if your desire falls in range of my abilities."
Mr Scarecrow: "Please help me break free from this place..."
Baboon: "I see in your heart a strong hope of breaking free but your faith and passion is not in place."
Mr Scarecrow: "O wise baboon! Please enlighten me! Tell me what to do!!"
Baboon: "Have faith in what you are doing! Faith holds power beyond imagination!"
Mr Scarecrow: "I... I do not understand..."
Baboon: "Do things believing you will succeed and not wanting to succeed! You feel me?"

With that last words the baboon departed from Mr Scarecrow, leaving him to meditate on the baboon's words.
After much thought, Mr Scarecrow gathers the crows.
As the crows fixed their eyes on him, he recalled and followed the words of the baboon.
He did the similar stuff as he did everytime he wishes to breakfree but this time, all the bonds and ropes fell off instantly!
With tears in his eyes he ran like the wind and out of the farm.
The crows was dumb founded after witnessing such a miracle.

reconstruction

since my blog is still on WTBA's link and ppl are ACTUALLY clicking on it,
reopening is the least i could do!
deleted all my old old post and added all new posts!
there will not only be stories and more stories in this new blog but other interesting tings as well!
lets rejoice!
whoohoo!
btw, should i actually get a tag board now?