I came up with this title since I was like 16 or 17. The first book I want to publish is a collection of poems and short stories entitled Cluster of Crystal Dews. Picture this! The first page is gonna be a poem with the same title, describing the collection of poems and stories in my first book.
Dear readers,
Before you flip the pages,
Let me whisper to you something I want to share,
As I grip a pencil or a pen,
To write a poem or a story,
I recall and record,
Of the observation I see,
Of the experiences I am indulged into.
Of the inspiration I seek,
Of the imagination I create,
And mould them into masterpieces of words.
Each poem and story,
Reminds me of the endless love gave by my family,
The unforgettable support presented by friends,
The inspirational advice shown by teachers,
And the eager excitement seen by you,
Readers of mine.
I've struggled to put in as much effort as I can,
I've prayed to hear positive feedback from you,
I've hoped to see smiles of satisfaction from you,
While you gaze at these precious dews,
I yearn that you will enjoy reading them.
Monday 27 August 2012
Friday 24 August 2012
Four Seasons poems
Autumn Beauty
Temperature drops to negative degrees,
The sky above is carpeted in clouds of grey,
The surroundings turn cold and numb,
Like as if the hour on the clock is frozen,
In the blink of an eye,
Tiny sprinkles of snow rain down,
The storm mount up into thick ice,
Which spread throughout the city.
Through my window,
My eyes gaze on the pearl paradise,
The roads are sandwiched with ice sidewalks and grasses,
The whole neighbourhood is frozen under the Earth refridgerator,
Children scatter around,
Throwing a party of snowball fights, leaving marks of snow angles, and building giant snowmans,
Adults grunt in complaint while shovelling their driveways and wiping snow off their car windshields.
In forests,
You can pronounce "picture perfect",
When looking at the snow-covered flora,
Downtown,
You can get the illusion of a postcard,
When you see the large pile of snow on mountain peaks,
In the evenings,
You will be surprised that the snow is still standing,
Never melt,
As the sunset glistened on ice with soft shades of colours.
For the first time,
I immerse into the Artic mode,
Feeling the snow dripping onto my skin,
Nearly slip on melting bits of ice,
Step onto the overlapping opal-colour earth,
And mould them into snowballs for a playful war.
Winter,
Reveals a postcard scenery,
An alive portrait by the window,
It is sure an amazing sight to see,
Wish it wouldn't fade away.
Cherry Blossoms of Vancouver
Dark cumulonimbus clings above the earth,
Are finally gone,
The mighty sun pokes through the clouds,
Shines down like a heaven's flashlight,
Fights its heat against the cold breeze,
I feel the conditioning air blasts to my face,
In front of me,
A newly-created garden is formed.
This garden,
Sandwiched and landscaped with the hustle-bustle city,
Like a Sakura jungle,
Buds slowly swirling out into flowers,
Thousands of them that hangs from branches,
Revealing a spectacular creation called cherry blossoms.
Beneath my feet,
Not only cement pavements are connected to tar-covered roads,
Soft, luscious grass spreads long and wide,
Forming tiny, enchanted daisies and dandelions,
Of white and pink,
Some sunflowers,
Small and fragile,
Rose up from the wild grasses,
That gives a heavenly smell whenever a pedastrian went.
Far from me,
The rows and columns of cherry blossoms,
Have a large number of friends,
Accompanied by shrubs of geranium,
Together with various tulips,
White, red, yellow, purple, magenta,
You name it,
Orchids that are painted in cream, topaz and cherry,
Swayed to the sound of air,
Lavenders perfumed out the scent of wonder,
Bluebells tingled to the atmosphere like windchimes,
The tree relatives,
Oak, poplar, maple, and pine,
Are alerted by the calling of a new morning.
The awakening of nature,
The landscape of flora,
Became a spring paradise,
I wish I can lay down here forever,
And gaze at the sudden gentle showers,
Of the cherry blossoms,
In Vancouver.
Don't go away! I'll be writing a poem about summer during the family vacation in Los Angeles next week! =)
Oh! And when all four poems are written, I'll combine all four seasons into one poem as a summary!
Opening the door where Canada lays,
The temperature of earth drops like a stone,
As random gusts of cold wind assaults against my face,
Forcing me to pull up my coat tight,
The sky above is painted a light shade of grey,
Elicits the appearance of a rainstorm.
Down the sidewalk of the neighborhood,
My eyes gaze at a picture-perfect scenary,
Of rows of trees dipped in natural dye,
Dark red, bright fading yellow, light orange, plum purple and golden brown,
Dry leaves are set free from their branches,
And sank down to the ground,
Making a mess,
No one ever seems to care about it,
No one volunteers to clear them away,
But just leave them behind as a display.
When fall approaches by,
People would rather stay hidden in residence,
Chewing turkey for Thanksgiving,
And later prepare for Halloween,
To celebrate the birth of fall,
But soon it will fade away,
As you might watch the plants wither,
Signalling the coming winter.
This season,
Revealing the hint of a beautiful landscape,
The very first time in real life,
That set originally before my eyes,
I wonder what does autumn stands for,
And what will happen next in my life.
White Landscape
The sky above is carpeted in clouds of grey,
The surroundings turn cold and numb,
Like as if the hour on the clock is frozen,
In the blink of an eye,
Tiny sprinkles of snow rain down,
The storm mount up into thick ice,
Which spread throughout the city.
Through my window,
My eyes gaze on the pearl paradise,
The roads are sandwiched with ice sidewalks and grasses,
The whole neighbourhood is frozen under the Earth refridgerator,
Children scatter around,
Throwing a party of snowball fights, leaving marks of snow angles, and building giant snowmans,
Adults grunt in complaint while shovelling their driveways and wiping snow off their car windshields.
In forests,
You can pronounce "picture perfect",
When looking at the snow-covered flora,
Downtown,
You can get the illusion of a postcard,
When you see the large pile of snow on mountain peaks,
In the evenings,
You will be surprised that the snow is still standing,
Never melt,
As the sunset glistened on ice with soft shades of colours.
For the first time,
I immerse into the Artic mode,
Feeling the snow dripping onto my skin,
Nearly slip on melting bits of ice,
Step onto the overlapping opal-colour earth,
And mould them into snowballs for a playful war.
Winter,
Reveals a postcard scenery,
An alive portrait by the window,
It is sure an amazing sight to see,
Wish it wouldn't fade away.
Cherry Blossoms of Vancouver
Dark cumulonimbus clings above the earth,
Are finally gone,
The mighty sun pokes through the clouds,
Shines down like a heaven's flashlight,
Fights its heat against the cold breeze,
I feel the conditioning air blasts to my face,
In front of me,
A newly-created garden is formed.
This garden,
Sandwiched and landscaped with the hustle-bustle city,
Like a Sakura jungle,
Buds slowly swirling out into flowers,
Thousands of them that hangs from branches,
Revealing a spectacular creation called cherry blossoms.
Beneath my feet,
Not only cement pavements are connected to tar-covered roads,
Soft, luscious grass spreads long and wide,
Forming tiny, enchanted daisies and dandelions,
Of white and pink,
Some sunflowers,
Small and fragile,
Rose up from the wild grasses,
That gives a heavenly smell whenever a pedastrian went.
Far from me,
The rows and columns of cherry blossoms,
Have a large number of friends,
Accompanied by shrubs of geranium,
Together with various tulips,
White, red, yellow, purple, magenta,
You name it,
Orchids that are painted in cream, topaz and cherry,
Swayed to the sound of air,
Lavenders perfumed out the scent of wonder,
Bluebells tingled to the atmosphere like windchimes,
The tree relatives,
Oak, poplar, maple, and pine,
Are alerted by the calling of a new morning.
The awakening of nature,
The landscape of flora,
Became a spring paradise,
I wish I can lay down here forever,
And gaze at the sudden gentle showers,
Of the cherry blossoms,
In Vancouver.
Don't go away! I'll be writing a poem about summer during the family vacation in Los Angeles next week! =)
Oh! And when all four poems are written, I'll combine all four seasons into one poem as a summary!
Thursday 23 August 2012
Timothy Green moves my heart..
Guess how I spent my afternoon today? I went to Cineplex Coquitlam to watch The Odd Life of Timothy Green. It was definitely worth watching, and I recommend everyone especially families to watch this breathtaking film. The young boy, Timothy Green was indeed a special kid to Jim and Cindy Green. Both parents were working for pencils. Simple wooden pencils made from trees. They were struggling to have a child of their own, until one night when they wrote down traits of their dream child on pieces of paper and put them into a box before buried it into earth, they found themselves raising Timothy who was born from their garden. At first when I saw the leaves on his legs, I thought that it was just a common thing that he was born from the green. But actually, the leaves symbolized the traits from the box. Timothy first tried to impress a girl named Joni. He was bullied in school, hardly had any friends. At a pool party, Timothy had to wear socks due to the leaves on his legs as a secret. Joni spotted him diving into the pool and joined him. But it turned out that Joni pulled down one of his socks and noticed the leaves. Without hesitation, Timothy kicked Joni's face hard with his foot, leaving her face bleeding. (I know! Harsh..but it's his reaction when someone found out his secret) Well, it wasn't that bad. Joni chased him down a forest. But instead of sabotage him in return, Joni shown him a birthmark on the right side of her chest. Not only he had a secret, but Joni had a secret too.
Anyway, to me, Joni and Timothy were sweet together. They had a bike ride which surprised Jim and Cindy, weaved leaves into huge curtains to create a mini world of autumn, and liked each other's company. Meeting Joni caused one leaf to wither and drop from Timothy's leg. Moment by moment, one leaf turned brown and drop down due to a trait being done. Like making Uncle Bub laughed for the last time, being honest to his mother's boss about her appearance while drawing her portrait, knowing how to rock at a classic music concert, able to kick a soccer ball to win a goal, and gave one last love to her parents before disappear away from life. It was miserable to see Timothy just vanish like that after his last leaf dropped and a thunderstorm approached. But in the end, Timothy left a short letter in the box which was buried in the garden. While the couple presented the letter to an adoption office, Timothy told us that he gave his withered leaves to a few people he cared. One for a snorty mother who finally learnt how to rock, one for Uncle Bub before he was sent to heaven, one for a friendly botanist/gardener who first helped him to tried to cut his fresh leaves (earlier in the movie), one for Cindy's boss, one for his grandfather who learned not give up faith on him, and two for Joni for being a good and only friend. The film ended with the couple adopted an Asian girl named Lily to replace Timothy.
One scene that took my breath away was when Timothy gave suggestion to his parents about creating a new pencil. Since Jim lost his job at the pencil factory, Timothy suggested that they should draw a whole new design and make a new pencil (environment-friendly type). Within days of hard work, the couple worked hard to create a unique green pencil made of leaves. This blows me away! A pencil made of leaves! That's out of this world! The pencil also saved Jim to get his job back. As the factory was about to close due to bankruptcy, the leaf pencil was introduced to the entire staff but was credited to the owner of the factory. Timothy stood up for what was right, telling everyone that it was his family's idea to create the pencil. He also had no choice but to show his legs of leaves to everyone so that he could proof that leaves were a big part of the Greens' life. Now his secret had been revealed to other people, the pencil became a whole new product.
This Disney film had pulled my heartstrings, and I cried when Timothy was gone after having only a few days of lifespan. Why can't Timothy just become a permanent child???? He's so special! He taught me to smile no matte what situation I face, like when he smile to get better during his first trial of soccer practice. He also taught me never to give up and soak in nature to clear stress or something (like when he raised his arms high under the sunlight like as if he was breathing in nature. Twice!).
Jim and Cindy also influenced me to learn how to become a good parent in the future. You know, thinking of having a dream kid is kind of new to me. If I were given the chance of having a dream child...
~ Honest to fault (like Timothy)
~ Never give up to achieve goals
~ Finding a talent/ hobby to express ideas and feelings, and to be creative to influence people's life.
~A seeking heart to be with God.
~ A worthy friend
hmm..that's all I got.
Timothy Green, you're a star among the people you met and cared.
Anyway, to me, Joni and Timothy were sweet together. They had a bike ride which surprised Jim and Cindy, weaved leaves into huge curtains to create a mini world of autumn, and liked each other's company. Meeting Joni caused one leaf to wither and drop from Timothy's leg. Moment by moment, one leaf turned brown and drop down due to a trait being done. Like making Uncle Bub laughed for the last time, being honest to his mother's boss about her appearance while drawing her portrait, knowing how to rock at a classic music concert, able to kick a soccer ball to win a goal, and gave one last love to her parents before disappear away from life. It was miserable to see Timothy just vanish like that after his last leaf dropped and a thunderstorm approached. But in the end, Timothy left a short letter in the box which was buried in the garden. While the couple presented the letter to an adoption office, Timothy told us that he gave his withered leaves to a few people he cared. One for a snorty mother who finally learnt how to rock, one for Uncle Bub before he was sent to heaven, one for a friendly botanist/gardener who first helped him to tried to cut his fresh leaves (earlier in the movie), one for Cindy's boss, one for his grandfather who learned not give up faith on him, and two for Joni for being a good and only friend. The film ended with the couple adopted an Asian girl named Lily to replace Timothy.
One scene that took my breath away was when Timothy gave suggestion to his parents about creating a new pencil. Since Jim lost his job at the pencil factory, Timothy suggested that they should draw a whole new design and make a new pencil (environment-friendly type). Within days of hard work, the couple worked hard to create a unique green pencil made of leaves. This blows me away! A pencil made of leaves! That's out of this world! The pencil also saved Jim to get his job back. As the factory was about to close due to bankruptcy, the leaf pencil was introduced to the entire staff but was credited to the owner of the factory. Timothy stood up for what was right, telling everyone that it was his family's idea to create the pencil. He also had no choice but to show his legs of leaves to everyone so that he could proof that leaves were a big part of the Greens' life. Now his secret had been revealed to other people, the pencil became a whole new product.
This Disney film had pulled my heartstrings, and I cried when Timothy was gone after having only a few days of lifespan. Why can't Timothy just become a permanent child???? He's so special! He taught me to smile no matte what situation I face, like when he smile to get better during his first trial of soccer practice. He also taught me never to give up and soak in nature to clear stress or something (like when he raised his arms high under the sunlight like as if he was breathing in nature. Twice!).
Jim and Cindy also influenced me to learn how to become a good parent in the future. You know, thinking of having a dream kid is kind of new to me. If I were given the chance of having a dream child...
~ Honest to fault (like Timothy)
~ Never give up to achieve goals
~ Finding a talent/ hobby to express ideas and feelings, and to be creative to influence people's life.
~A seeking heart to be with God.
~ A worthy friend
hmm..that's all I got.
Timothy Green, you're a star among the people you met and cared.
Sunday 12 August 2012
Summer School of Truth goes Japan!
Yesterday I came back home from my first and last Summer School Of Truth, the pre-training for the Lord's recovery. Never knew that I could be this close to the Lord. I mean, I've learnt to prophesy, and I was in front of the saints to prophesy a message three times! In my small group meetings, I shared what I enjoy in most of the messages.
Megan and I were dropped at Trinity Western University in Langley, BC. It felt great to see the saints from Vancouver, Coquitlam, and Burnaby once again. That whole week, everything is all in the same schedule: morning revival, breakfast, lesson, small group meeting, lunch, activity time, quiet time (shower and naps), lesson, small group meeting, dinner, gym for singing, lesson, small group meeting, prayer time, sleep. But then on Friday afternoon, we had a rehearsal for an exhibition meeting. The exhibition meeting is a last, special meeting when all the young people sing hymns to the parents/audience out there, share a portion (like about 2 sentences) of what we enjoy in the messages we've learnt throughout the camp, recite 5 bible verses to the audience, and encouraging the parents to register their kids for Summer School of Truth next year.
Oh! You might wonder what the title for this post is called Summer School of Truth goes Japan. That's because 37 saints (I think) from Japan joined us in this year's Summer School of Truth! Japan, yay! I would definitely find an opportunity to go to Japan! We get to learn a few Japanese words/ phrases, including O Lord Jesus and Praise the Lord for the Body of Christ from the sweet, KAWAII (Cute) Japanese saints. Yes, I learn a few Japanese words from watching "Smile Precure" and any other Japanese anime, but I wouldn't want to speak to them in Japanese because I was afraid of getting messed up. We faced language barriers too. Only a few Japanese saints were able to speak English. So translation from the serving ones are needed. I wished I can just speak out "Komenasai" (Sorry), "Sumimasen" (Excuse me), "Ohaiyo" (Good morning), "Konichiwa" (Good afternoon), "Oyasumi" (Good night), "Hoishi" (delicious), "Sugoi" (amazing), and of course "Kawaii" (cute). =P
Ahem...where was I? Oh yeah! I had a lot of fun being with my group, including with two Japanese saints. Those two loved the Lord and were willing to prophesy in English! Even though we were from different cultures, we were in the same Body! We belonged to the Lord! At the end of the camp, we handed the two Japanese sisters cards and tidbits as souvenirs. In return, we received candies in those adorable Hello Kitty plastic bags from them! KAWAII, again. XD
I must say, Summer School of Truth turned out to be a good experience. I get to stick more with Claire and Sophie, as well as blending with the rest of the young people and the serving ones. This idea just came to me in the middle of the camp. I wrote a poem about the Summer School of Truth. And I received positive comments from my group partners!
Summer School of Truth
Arrived at the destination,
I dragged my suitcase and sleeping bag down the row of dormitories,
A drop of anxiety trickled into the puddle of my heart,
Fidgeting on whether this church camp was worth it.
A bunch of young people,
With friendly smiles and seeking hearts,
They released enthusiastic meteors all around the hall,
Willing to unroll the scrolls of truth,
And to escalate the level of our spirit.
Hymns were sang with exercised spirits and joyous voices,
Prayers were uttered together to contact with the Father above,
Lessons and testimonies were revealed to guide us to God's kingdom,
Prophecies were shared for the life of the Triune God to flow,
Experiences were illustrated for us to learn in the future.
I was indulged in the love of Jesus,
I was summoned by the miraculous works of Christ,
I was cocooned by the warmth of the saints,
I was emboldened to speak for the Lord,
I even was composed with the verses of God' words and painted with the colours of God's abiding.
Dear,
Summer School of Truth,
A message which I would like to leave behind your doorstep,
You are the crossroad to the further treasures of God's kingdom,
You are the candle that illuminated the flame of God's eternal power,
And most of all,
You have made us young people more whitewashed,
For the preparation of God's return!
So what do you think? =)
Ki di sdok no ka ra da o san bi shi ma si!
Praise the Lord for the Body of Christ!
Amen
Megan and I were dropped at Trinity Western University in Langley, BC. It felt great to see the saints from Vancouver, Coquitlam, and Burnaby once again. That whole week, everything is all in the same schedule: morning revival, breakfast, lesson, small group meeting, lunch, activity time, quiet time (shower and naps), lesson, small group meeting, dinner, gym for singing, lesson, small group meeting, prayer time, sleep. But then on Friday afternoon, we had a rehearsal for an exhibition meeting. The exhibition meeting is a last, special meeting when all the young people sing hymns to the parents/audience out there, share a portion (like about 2 sentences) of what we enjoy in the messages we've learnt throughout the camp, recite 5 bible verses to the audience, and encouraging the parents to register their kids for Summer School of Truth next year.
Oh! You might wonder what the title for this post is called Summer School of Truth goes Japan. That's because 37 saints (I think) from Japan joined us in this year's Summer School of Truth! Japan, yay! I would definitely find an opportunity to go to Japan! We get to learn a few Japanese words/ phrases, including O Lord Jesus and Praise the Lord for the Body of Christ from the sweet, KAWAII (Cute) Japanese saints. Yes, I learn a few Japanese words from watching "Smile Precure" and any other Japanese anime, but I wouldn't want to speak to them in Japanese because I was afraid of getting messed up. We faced language barriers too. Only a few Japanese saints were able to speak English. So translation from the serving ones are needed. I wished I can just speak out "Komenasai" (Sorry), "Sumimasen" (Excuse me), "Ohaiyo" (Good morning), "Konichiwa" (Good afternoon), "Oyasumi" (Good night), "Hoishi" (delicious), "Sugoi" (amazing), and of course "Kawaii" (cute). =P
Ahem...where was I? Oh yeah! I had a lot of fun being with my group, including with two Japanese saints. Those two loved the Lord and were willing to prophesy in English! Even though we were from different cultures, we were in the same Body! We belonged to the Lord! At the end of the camp, we handed the two Japanese sisters cards and tidbits as souvenirs. In return, we received candies in those adorable Hello Kitty plastic bags from them! KAWAII, again. XD
I must say, Summer School of Truth turned out to be a good experience. I get to stick more with Claire and Sophie, as well as blending with the rest of the young people and the serving ones. This idea just came to me in the middle of the camp. I wrote a poem about the Summer School of Truth. And I received positive comments from my group partners!
Summer School of Truth
Arrived at the destination,
I dragged my suitcase and sleeping bag down the row of dormitories,
A drop of anxiety trickled into the puddle of my heart,
Fidgeting on whether this church camp was worth it.
A bunch of young people,
With friendly smiles and seeking hearts,
They released enthusiastic meteors all around the hall,
Willing to unroll the scrolls of truth,
And to escalate the level of our spirit.
Hymns were sang with exercised spirits and joyous voices,
Prayers were uttered together to contact with the Father above,
Lessons and testimonies were revealed to guide us to God's kingdom,
Prophecies were shared for the life of the Triune God to flow,
Experiences were illustrated for us to learn in the future.
I was indulged in the love of Jesus,
I was summoned by the miraculous works of Christ,
I was cocooned by the warmth of the saints,
I was emboldened to speak for the Lord,
I even was composed with the verses of God' words and painted with the colours of God's abiding.
Dear,
Summer School of Truth,
A message which I would like to leave behind your doorstep,
You are the crossroad to the further treasures of God's kingdom,
You are the candle that illuminated the flame of God's eternal power,
And most of all,
You have made us young people more whitewashed,
For the preparation of God's return!
So what do you think? =)
Ki di sdok no ka ra da o san bi shi ma si!
Praise the Lord for the Body of Christ!
Amen
Sunday 5 August 2012
One more month of summer..what should I do?
Whoa! So hot! Now Coquitlam is blazing out scorching heat at about 32 degrees Celsius! Somehow I wish I can just go out to Stanley Park for a bike ride, or to Victoria Island for a sightseeing tour, or to Capilano Suspension Bridge for an exercise on the bridge! I mean, come on, it's summer! Can't a spray of cold water would be enough?
Church camp starts tomorrow and I wonder whether one week of sticking my butt on a chair while listening to the serving ones (priests) giving lessons, would satisfy my summer. And plus, no technology is allowed during the entire camp. I don't know how am I suppose to survive in there?
Hey, I wonder what should I do in the next two weeks? Well, I still looking for a summer job. Plus I have to find time to finish reading the driving book. I, of course, need to catch up with my writing.
Oh, God! This summer seems to be really boring!
I came back from Korea yesterday morning, and you have no idea how tired I was! I slept till 8:49am this morning! Yup, I overslept so I skipped the chores and go straight to the church. If you ask me, Korea is way hotter than here. You can't imagine that you'll get sunburnt in seconds! That what happened to me and my sister Megan. We went to Cheong Bak Dong palace, some sort of Myedong village, and Lotte World (mall and theme park). It was crazy! We faced lots of language barriers there, but at least we had fun buying souvenirs, laughing at candy makers who sing, eating the delicious food there, and getting to know Korean church saints.
I don't know when will be the next time for me to return to Malaysia. It was such a short time for me to be in k.k. I wish I can see all of my friends again...
Church camp starts tomorrow and I wonder whether one week of sticking my butt on a chair while listening to the serving ones (priests) giving lessons, would satisfy my summer. And plus, no technology is allowed during the entire camp. I don't know how am I suppose to survive in there?
Hey, I wonder what should I do in the next two weeks? Well, I still looking for a summer job. Plus I have to find time to finish reading the driving book. I, of course, need to catch up with my writing.
Oh, God! This summer seems to be really boring!
I came back from Korea yesterday morning, and you have no idea how tired I was! I slept till 8:49am this morning! Yup, I overslept so I skipped the chores and go straight to the church. If you ask me, Korea is way hotter than here. You can't imagine that you'll get sunburnt in seconds! That what happened to me and my sister Megan. We went to Cheong Bak Dong palace, some sort of Myedong village, and Lotte World (mall and theme park). It was crazy! We faced lots of language barriers there, but at least we had fun buying souvenirs, laughing at candy makers who sing, eating the delicious food there, and getting to know Korean church saints.
I don't know when will be the next time for me to return to Malaysia. It was such a short time for me to be in k.k. I wish I can see all of my friends again...
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