One life. One love.

School's out, exams are over, ten more days to absolute freedoooommmmm!

I am so glad I went swimming and vaccuumed and cleaned my room today.
Else I'll feel like a complete slug sitting in front of the comp trying to finish goodness knows how many episodes of Boys Over Flowers.

It still amazes me how God can choose to speak through things as unlikely as this.
I am learning so much about getting on with life just by watching Korean drama serials.
Reminds me of the last time I read PS. I Love You.
Guess things really do not happen by coincidence, do they?

Some things in my life may be a mess, but now I am encouraged by the fact that things of value are those that we have gone through much to gain. I know I shall appreciate this much more in future because of what has happened. Besides, we don't realise how much something means to us until we have to fight to keep it by our side.
Of course, not forgetting that whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

Perhaps I won't be going very far down the path of dance, but this whole process has taught me so, so, so indefinably much.
I look back on the past two years and kinda understand why God brought me through that way. Now it's time to move on, to find something that I love to do, which will give me reason to get me out of bed every morning.
If there's anything I've learnt from my two years, it is that dance is not that thing.
I'm on the next part of my journey finding destiny :)

Breathing, living and loving it!
(even if I'm slightly cooped up in front of the screen right now)

"Why?"

I've found that when all that can be done has been done,
and when all that can be said has been said,
and all that can be explained has been explained,
...
but the pain is still there,
...
I have nothing else left to do except to ask,
"Why?"

And I am not expecting an answer.
I just need to ask why.

Read John Fischer today and am loving the way he put it in his book Love Him in the Morning.
"Sometimes I forget that Jesus cried out, "Why?" from the cross. Ever think about that? It must be ok to do this. The "Why?" question does not have to indicate lack of faith. It indicates lack of human comprehension. Sometimes even all the right answers (which Jesus obviously knew) don't touch the pain, and "Why?" is the only thing you can say. To me, Christ's "Why?" from the crpss translates to something like, "I knew this was coming, and I know what it's for, but I had no idea it was going to be like this!" It's an entirely human cry that does not cancel out faith."
- John Fischer

她就这样，一不小心地中标了。

I want to remember you, but it's getting harder and harder.
Perhaps in another 365 days, I'll have no memory left of you.







As if.

I Hope You Dance

As long as I have the impetus to dance, I know I will keep on dancing.
The dance pauses, but it never ends.

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small when you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance
I hope you dance

I know that when I get a choice to sit it out or dance,
I will always choose to dance.

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances but they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake but it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance

I hope you dance too.

Slip discs happened to people around you.
It just doesn't happen to you.

But sometimes it does.
And you're left reeling.

What can you do?


Especially if you still want to dance...

Is it funny to not realise how much you want to dance until you can't?

Impetus...to dance!

Impetus
1. An impelling force, an inmpulse
2. The force or energy associated with a moving body


If I start a dance crew of my own, I will call it Impetus.
That's copyrighted!

If you are
1. In love with Jesus
2. In love with dance
3. Would like to make both known

Then I am looking for you :)

Thea and Jo-ann prayed for me at prayer meeting today.
It was smashingly awesome.
You know those moments when the clouds part and something from heaven reaches down?
Yeah. That.

I am so floored by my wretchedness and the love of God for unworthy creatures like us.

So I will dance with Cinderella
While she is here in my arms
Cause I know something the prince never knew
So I will dance with Cinderella
I don't wanna miss even one song
Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight
And she'll be gone

I don't wanna go.
I don't want this dance to end.
I used to think I knew who my prince and my king was.
Now I realise they could very well be the same person.

Confession...

I watched Confessions of a Shopaholic :)
Apparently some girls come out from the cinema after that and start feeling like a shopaholic.
I think I did.
But it lasted for a grand total of 30mins tops.
Plus I made a no clothes no shoes no bags no accesories new year resolution.
So far I've only gotten clothes for CNY and a pair of slippers cause my shoes and socks were soaked through and I still had 6hrs more at the conference.
I think it's real funny when they did the shopaholics anonymous thing :)
Ooooh...and the way she paid back Derek Smeath was positively hilarious.
The feel good part even before the movie started was that my friend skipped class to watch it with me!
I think I'm a rebel at heart.
Ahah.
Not really.
More like a rule-bender.
I think it's an Avelyn thing.
Rules are meant for bending.
Ok not really.
I just like a bit of room for spontaneity.
And randomness :)

His Love.

My arms are still shaky from lugging the box home.
From the bus stop at SAFRA to anchorpoint, I stopped a grand total of 7 times.
While I was resting next to the entrance of anchorpoint, this very nice gentleman offered to help me carry my box home.
THANK GOD for that!
Else I won't be writing for awhile.
Even soaping myself was a challenge - my arms felt like lead, like dead limbs with no feelings.

There's too much happening these days.
I don't know where to start untangling my thoughts from first.
All I know, is that I am very much loved.
And I wouldn't be at all if not for the grace that redeemed me.
That really puts things in perspective.
I need to remember it's not what I do.
It's who I am and Who I belong to.

The Life in the Deathly Hallows

Couldn't sleep last night.
Started re-reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
Loving every bit of it.

I know there's been a big hullaballoo over the whole witchcraft and wizardry thing.
Well honestly, I am a fan of the fact that the story plays like a huge saga parallel to this universe. Think Chronicles of Narnia and Lord of the Rings.
I'll probably get stoned by fundamentalists for even dari ng to suggest something like that, but the feeling's mutual.
No not that way - I'm not violent.
Just hope to get them to see from this point of view.
I bet they'll have a fit if you put them in an art gallery of contemporary art.

I think if we dared to let Harry Potter and his world into our lives, we discover the essence behind every one of the seven books, which is of courage, goodness, loyalty, sacrificial love and the triumph of light over darkness.
Of course, if your kid start dabbling in the dark arts, that'll be worrying.
But until then, give them a chance to read about the goodness of the world in a parallel that will engage them because it speaks on the same frequency as them.

If I wanted my ten year old to know about love and goodness, I wouldn't give her essays on intellectual discussions of it.
I also wouldn't give her C. S. Lewis (I'd save him for her later years).
I'll give her Harry Potter, and she'll also get to appreciate the beauty of literature in the process.