Category Archives: Short Thoughts

An Update With Lots of Spaces in Between

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I wanted to write something, but words just wouldn’t flow. So I ended up fiddling with the blog header, and somehow stripped everything to its basics. But I still want to write an update, so, I guess I’ll just jot whatever that comes to my mind at the moment.

 

I’ve been terribly busy.  For the past couple of days I decided to “run” home to get a break from everything.  It’s my mid-semester break and I deserve to be home and be with my family, and beanbag.  And the big flat-screen telly.  I’ve refused to work for these couple of days.

 

But that doesn’t mean I’m not happy.  As a matter of fact, I’ve been very, very happy just as the year started.  Which was three whopping months ago. Time flies but I ain’t complaining.

 

Life is good, because God is good.
Maybe a few hiccups here and there occasionally but we’re all okay. :)

 

I need to start snapping more photographs. The Canon will follow me back to campus this time around.  I’ll need to borrow a charger from my Canon friends though. Thank goodness there’s plenty of them about.

 

Come to think of it, I’m graduating this year.  The current workload makes me feel as if I’ve got three more years to go.

 

I’m really thankful for the loved ones in my life. I don’t think I say it enough.  I love you, all of you.

 

This writer’s block of mine is only temporary.  I promise I’ll come up with something worth reading soon…I hope.

 

I’m going to take my shower now. And then watch some more telly with my folks.

 

Tata for now.

 

Served With Fire

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I’ve always been a sucker for cooking shows.  Even though I can’t cook to save a life (instant noodles and eggs don’t count), I often find myself mostly drawn to channels like Travel & Living and AFC (Asian Food Channel) whenever I do spend time with the telly. But since I hardly stay home long enough to finish an entire season of cooking competitions, I only pick up bits and pieces and has never really made effort to do any follow-up.

Until my namesake, Way Wen, returned from Melbourne and chucked me three seasons of Hell’s Kitchen that is now happily sitting on my desktop.

I watched an episode of Season 6 out of boredom, and within 3 days, I have finished the entire season.

Yes, to all HK addicts, I am indeed but a late bloomer.

What I actually like about the show is that it’s not run like other reality TV shows whereby decisions are made based on popularity votes. Contestants of the show have a say in every episode on who should stay or leave, while Gordon Ramsay, the man himself has the final word.  Random guest judges are invited throughout the series, which range from ordinary school children to world-renowned culinary experts – making all the contestants of the show, who are supposedly experts in their own field, seem like regular kitchen people with ordinary problems.  At least we know that even top chefs fail to cook their scallops from time to time.

And Gordon Ramsay is as real as he can get. Temper and humor – who doesn’t have that?

Two words: I’m hooked.

Annually, I Hope.

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There are a few things in life that I find absolutely therapeutic when I’m doing them.  One of them would be changing my guitar strings – which I do once a year.  The act of removing six strings that have served me faithfully throughout the year helps me reflect of the things that have happened the year before, and as I replace them one by one, I silently hope that the new year will bring great things, and great people into my life.

And based on how things are moving on, it has been a great start.  By God’s grace, I can only try and make the rest of it better.

2011, I’m here.

Minutes After Midnight

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They say timing is everything. Doesn’t matter what you did, or didn’t do – once you’ve passed the moment you’ll never get it back. It could be years from waiting, or just minutes after midnight – the clock ticks on and it is up to you to play your cards right.

It’s an everyday thing. Every 24 hours gives us new hope, new opportunities to be seized.

While most of the time I’ve been able to consider, filter and grasp the chances that come my way, sometimes I fail too. When many things happen at the same particular period of time, I cannot be at two places at once, let alone three.

Time isn’t God. Time has no feelings, no consideration. Time punishes everybody who doesn’t catch up. Time does not come back for you and gladly leaves the weak behind.

Time has no mercy, no grace.

Anger time, and suffer its consequences.  Taste its wrath lingering over your senses.  No one to blame but yourself.

I learned my lesson today. Some lessons we’ll learn over and over again. It’s like as if Someone’s trying to warn us to be cautious, to open our eyes and be humble.

Humble?  Yes. One needs to be humble to obey to laws of time.  Humility breeds obedience.

I’m a strong believer in this principle: If you want time, you have to make time.

Sometimes I tend to forget that.  I forgot yesterday.  Bad timing to forget.

I apologize. For missing out on that train. For making you think I left you to ride it alone. It was minutes after midnight, but it was too late.

‘Til next time, ’til next time.

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I’ll Ride With You

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No training wheels.  Daddy took off the training wheels.

I stared at my two feet.  The left one on the pedal, the right on the ground to retain balance.  Fear engulfed my vision and I could see nothing but a blur horizon ahead. Two things entered my mind,

‘Where am I going?’

‘How am I going to get there?’

I looked around.  Daddy wasn’t there.  The ground was rock, solid, hard.  Falling would be painful.  Will my right foot ever lift from the ground, will it ever take the first step?

Suddenly, a faint ringing sound came from behind.  Kringg…krrinngg…kringg.. and it got louder and louder.  I turned to look, and there you were.  Your bright red bicycle made mine look almost boring.  But then again, our bike colors draft our personalities.  I wonder if you’d ever notice me.  I looked for my bell and then I realized it was broken the last time I fell.  I thought you might just ride by me without looking.

Boy, was I wrong.

You rode by, said a big HELLO, waved your hands like you didn’t need them to ride your bike and started going around me in circles.  I was nervous and all I could do was to count the number of rounds you rode by me... 1…2…3… and suddenly I lost count. Because all I could stare at was that cheerful look of yours like it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Then slowly, you pedaled your way towards me, and stopped.  ‘Need a hand?’ you asked.  I nodded slowly, slightly embarrassed. You laughed as I responded, and with a free hand, you held the back of the seat of my bike.  You told me to start pedaling.  I hesitated, and you winked at me as an encouragement.

I lifted my right foot off the ground and started to pedal. It was shaky at first, but I could feel the firm grip of your hand keeping my balance.  Progressively, I rode faster, and faster and I had that silly grin on my face.  I turned to look at you and noticed something strange.

Your two hands are now at your own bike handles.  I was riding the bike on my own!  But you were riding slowly, next to me.  It felt as if you had something to say.

Mustering some courage, I asked, ‘Why are you still riding with me? You don’t have to wait for me.’

With your signature smile that boasts dimples on both sides, you said,

‘Cos riding alone is no fun. Nobody is there to catch you when you fall.  If it’s okay, let me ride with you.  And my bell works.’

Then everything begin to make sense.  Daddy didn’t leave me.  He wanted me to learn how to ride on my own without my training wheels. And he knew that the person who would slow down and ride with me would be you.  Everything that has just taken place, Daddy knew.

That moment, I looked up and thanked Daddy.  Then I looked at you, still smiling with your adorable dimples.

I took your hand and we rode into the blurry horizon ahead, fearing nothing.