The Long Gone 2 weeks...
Its Been 2 weeks now, waow.. seems like forever it has been. Much things have been passing by my life the past 2 weeks, but I felt like I cant be too bothered by it.
I have experienced a roller-coaster ride in the past 2 weeks as well! Never been angered by a friend before, Never been felt accused, never before felt injustice falling upon my fore-head. Why forehead, cause it got me right where I know I will get it. Got it?
I guess life is not fair. And God is fair in that. I was walking home with my disciple, and I was wondering as I was pondering and having a discussion.. aka, healthy debate... God is fair... No one is perfect! What a quote... I must be a genius... or am I?
Poems seems to have died down for a little while,
The wedding is over, the bells have rang and its gone.
The laughter and its joy, now turn to chore and life simply moves on.
I wonder how normal life can be,
I wonder how interesting we can make our lives to live.
Or do we want to be interesting...
I was on my way home, still having the healthy debate with my disciple...
We are often put in a place where we do not want to be.
Or are we brought up in such a society that encourages such behaviour.
That only those who adapts well will do excellent,
and those who rebel, simply goes to jail..
Perhaps the outside is what we value more in Singapore;
What a sad, beautiful painting we are in.
Facade.. I wonder, how important it must have been in our eyes.
Yet what the judges of Singapore Idol said is so true,
We can only hide so much. and There will come a time when substance will be needed to go that extra mile. Perhaps, thats when we will fall just so that we can learn the really important issue and need we all have to address...
----- end of another chapter in Joke Jong's life in 2006 ------
dawn of a new day....
I was walking down on a normal day to office. Taxi's passing by, cars moving ahead of me. Life seems pretty normal. The gentle breeze softly braised my face and though the sun wasn't in anyway scorching, I was perspiring very badly. Indeed, as one may put it, my mind's racing. Racing faster than a speed of thought. Thats if thoughts can be measured.
Life seems normal to many on the surface. Everyone's life looks and seems pretty normal to everyone. In Singapore where trouble stirs within, general outlook of everyone around us always look perfectly all-right. I wasn't. I knew that in the back of my mind, something seems to be bothering me a bit.
I guess behind every painting, lies a story of not how the painting come to life, but the painter himself. And like here I am painting you my life story, just as everyone else is painting, lies the history of the paint and its painter. Sometimes I wish life can just be that simple.
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Just had lunch, yong dao foo.... it feels a little better with a little soup inside. When left alone for a while, and it gets dry, it can be stirred and back to its original taste it become.
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Work is fine. In office the whole day today. Many calls and many tasks to clear.
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Church later... Mid week. Looking forward to it.
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Dedicated.
Flowers on the field, lit up the savannah.
Like nature's gold, moulded by the maker's hand.
True beauty shines through the ages, all people says.
I wonder if its true, I ponder; And I always smile and wonder.
Happy birthday, Happy birthday people sing to you...
Life never seem so difficult before, as others demand of us more.
Angelic choral, sings for you, ever so enchanting, ever so longing.
For the journey we travel through life may seem harder,
So oft we forget that our end grows nearer.
Take heart sister, Take heart, I proclaim.
For the Lord has seen, and heard you from afar.
Never look back, keep going forward, I spur.
For the vision has been cast, waiting for you to trust.
Sometimes, things may seem messy with doubt;
Many times, messy we are without a doubt.
For the Lord requires but our faithfulness,
In obedience He exhalts the patience.
With humility, He empowers who deem weak.
A Lover stood waiting at the door.
Patiently waiting, he calls and longs for your return.
So Oft he stepped out of the gate,
After a long day of work, yes, the gate of his field and wait.
With tears on His eyes, and cries in his heart...
Prayers are made, and answers have to wait.
For the fruits of His field, are yet to be laid.
At the door he stands ready, at the gate his arms opens wide.
Happy birthday sister, happy birthday...
Twenty four will come and be gone...
But your memories will stay on and on.
Sweet memories shall fill the year ahead of you,
And my prayers, my well wishes, I ask for you.
That Joy shall never leave your soul....
That peace shall enter your ease...
And Love, to keep you a-live.
A Spiritual Birthday..
It feels a little weird to write in what you made.
Yet I know it will make you radiant,
With smiles I know that only cheers.
So here it is, arranged and dedicated, are my words and my thoughts.
only to the best:
My hall of fame there lives,
A woman, who fears her lord she she seeks.
A friend who never fail to care,
A sister, whose distance is but that like the shore is to the sea in my heart.
For petite as she is in her size,
Huge, is the pillar of her convictions.
Like none can reach, the end of their fingers when hugged.
Deep is her soul, always filled with bliss.
Never can it be measured, not by any rod like the rivers.
What joy shall fill my heart,
When you greet me, with that lovely smile.
Happy Spiritual Birthday my sister,
You are a blessing and that is the truth.
I can see how you have grown,
I am encouraged by your climb.
A mountain you have scaled and overcame,
The up-road to heaven, you’re now walking with confidence.
As you walk in the days of your life.
with strength that comes only thru the Lord,
broken spirit, healed, shattered heart, pieced.
The light ahead may seem dim,
Never fear, never doubt, persevere, always trust.
You can do it!
Let us continue fighting the good old fight,
Till the day we meet the Lord and in his presence I can vouch,
Like a dictionary with missing alphabets,
Is my life without yours.
