It's a Mousie Journey afterall...

Paradoxical Human

2008-05-24T15:33:00.000+08:00

Dear paradoxical human,

Why is it,
Upon seeing a deadly trap,
Yet you still put your foot to step?

Why is it,
Upon sensing a lethal temptation,
Yet you still touch the fiery combustion.

Poor paradoxical human,

Has your ego swallowed you?
And your pride blinded you?

Where is your sense of direction and goal?
Right or wrong, you don’t even know.

And who are you to say,

That you are in control of everything,
And you are wise and know all things.

Wake up, paradoxical human,

Naked you came to earth,
And soon, naked you shall leave earth.

The mousie journey continues...

2008-04-02T15:43:00.000+08:00

Here am I again,
Sharing my joys and pains,
On a journey in this temporary place,
Till I reach His everlasting palace.

Yes, I'm blogging again (I hope :P)

I Finally Found Someone

2007-11-03T14:44:00.000+08:00

I Finally Found Someone

by Bryan Adams & Barbra Streissand

Lyrics to sing along with :)

[Bryan:]
I finally found someone, that knocks me off my feet
I finally found the one, that makes me feel complete
[Barbra:]
We started over coffee, we started out as friends
It's funny how from simple things, the best things begin
[Bryan:]
This time it's different,

[Barbra:]
Dah dah dah dah

[Bryan:]
It's all because of you,

[Barbra:]
Dah dah dah dah

[Bryan:]
It's better than it's ever been

[Both:]
'Cause we can talk it through

[Barbra:]
Oohh, my favorite line was "Can I call you sometime?"
It's all you had to say

[Both:]
To take my breath away
This is it, oh, I finally found someone
Someone to share my life
I finally found the one, to be with every night

[Barbra:]
'Cause whatever I do,

[Bryan:]
It's just got to be you
My life has just begun
I finally found someone,

[Barbra:]
Ooh, someone

[Bryan:]
I finally found someone,

[Barbra:]
Oooh...

[Bryan:]
Did I keep you waiting,

[Barbra:]
I didn't mind

[Bryan:]
I apologize,

[Barbra:]
Baby, that's fine

[Bryan:]
I would wait forever

[Both:]
Just to know you were mine

[Bryan:]
You know I love your hair,

[Barbra:]
Are you sure it looks right?

[Bryan:]
I love what you wear,

[Barbra:]
Isn't it too tight?

[Bryan:]
You're exceptional,

[Both:]
I can't wait for the rest of my life...
This is it, oh, I finally found someone
Someone to share my life
I finally found the one, to be with every night

[Barbra:]
'Cause whatever I do,

[Bryan:]
It's just got to be you
My life has just begun
I finally found someone,

[Barbra:]
Whatever I do,

[Bryan:]
It's just got to be you

[Both:]
My life has just begun
I finally found someone...

Lifehouse's "Everything" Skit

2007-09-15T14:15:00.000+08:00

Wonderful portrayal of the amazing love of God :)

New 7 Wonders of the World

2007-08-08T01:20:00.000+08:00

The new 7 seven wonders of the world

http://www.new7wonders.com/index.php?id=633&L=0

Yes, I'm too lazy and busy to blog....................

Kaze no Ne (Sound of the Wind)

2007-07-28T14:17:00.000+08:00

Current Addiction: Kaze no Ne (Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles OST)
Check out the English translation. The lyrics are beautifully written.

Kaze no Ne (Sound of the Wind) - Japanese Release
Kirameku hoshizora wa yume no ma ni ma ni
A sky of glittering stars speaks to me
Tadayotteru watashi e to katarikakeru
Wandering at the mercy of dreams

Sazameku kaze no ne wa tobira no hiraku ne
The sound of the rippling wind is the sound that opens the door
Ima hajimaru monogatari no hiraku ne
The sound that will unfold the story that now begins

Habataku toritachi mo hi o abi tonde yuku
Flapping birds fly off too, bathed in the sun
Saa, tabidatsu toki ga kita
The time has come for your departure
Mayowazu ni yuke
Don't hesitate--just go

Daijoubu--to asayake no sora wa itta
"It's all right" said the sunrise sky

Yurameku kokoro no oku ni
If you hide in the depths of a wavering heart
Kakurete wa mieru
You can still be seen
Afureru omoide o kakarete
Carrying memories that overflow

Furikaeru na--asayake no sora wa itta
"Don't turn back" said the sunrise sky

Hatenaki yama no mukou ni
If you hide beyond the endless mountains
Kakurete wa mieru
You can still be seen
Kasuka na hikari made aruite
Walking along toward the hazy light

Hatenaki sora no mukou ni
If you hide beyond the endless sky
Kakurete wa mieru
You can still be seen
Tashika na miraizu o motomete
Searching for a reliable future

English Release
Dreaming of the stars on high
That speak to me in secret sighs
Drifting on a breeze only I can feel and hear

Could it be the sacred wind
It's calling me to now begin
To walk into the dark carrying the light of tomorrow

Beating are the wings up high
Beyond the earth, beyond the sky
Come now, don't hesitate
Don't look back, we've got to go now

Don't fear
You'll be safe from now on
Morning sky watching over the world

Deep inside so silent
Here my heart must beat
Deep inside of me
Memories flickering and shimmering on endlessly

Keeping close to the path
Morning sky watching over the world

Moving over endless mountains oh so high
Walking to the light
Your heart will see the path and you will find the way
Just wait and see

Moving over endless sky oh so high
Tomorrow will follow
When above, your promise is today
Just wait and see

The Japanese version
Instructions to really enjoy the song: Close your eyes and listen, and ignore the pictures :)

The English version
Hmm... FFCC + FFX, not bad afterall...

FFCC Opening (English)

Official FFCC site: http://www.square-enix-usa.com/games/ffcc/

Cooking Fever!

2007-07-10T23:11:00.000+08:00

The little mouse just love to try her little hands with new (and rather peculiar) recipes. Thank God her family have not (and will NOT, amen!) gotten any food poisoning or any sort of tummy discomfort.

There are many non-celebrity good chefs out there with great recipes and cooking/baking tips. They may not be Jamie Oliver or Nigella, but check out their site:

The Domestic Goddess
A Series of Kitchen Experiments

And the little mouse's favourite food blog:
Masak-Masak

Watches

2007-06-16T19:00:00.000+08:00

Was checking my mail, and then I ended up feasting my eyes on... WATCHES...!!!

Time to get a new one??

And yes, I am bias... only square watches :)

Little, little me :)

2007-06-08T09:30:00.000+08:00

Look who I found hanging in a small corner of a shop :)

Ironically, my closed friend Sue Anne brought me to notice that "she" was hanging beside me.

The little frog in my room

2007-06-06T11:32:00.000+08:00

I found a little frog in my room,
One fine afternoon, as I groomed my room.

I wonder high, I wonder low,
How it leaped in, I really do not know.

For all doors are closed and all windows are shut,
Entering my room would be like cracking a tough nut.

Rather a disgust, I thought at first glance,
Nothing to adore or awe, by any chance.

With a head full with steam and a broom in my hand,
I tried to chase it out with all that I can.

I screamed and yelled and stomped my feet,
With the broom in my hand, I swinged in an unruly beat.

But the little frog neither would budge nor cry nor flee,
Instead, it looked at me with its eyes cute as can be.

The little frog let out a comforting smile,
Then my heart softened like a little child.

“If you may, I truly want to be your friend,
For you, I really wish to care and tend.”

Its words touched my heart oh so deeply,
And so, a kiss I laid on its head, light and gently.

Lo and behold, the frog suddenly transformed,
Into prince charming, it astonishingly formed.

Oh dear, oh gosh, what is going on?
Dear prince charming, where you come from?

“Remember what I told you not too long ago?
I hope to be your friend, and not your foe.”

Such beautiful blessing, oh so surprising,
This little frog in my room is rather bewildering.

Dear little cute frog, you’re such an adore,
You entered my sealed room, which can be rather a bore.

You offered me friendship and joy and many more,
Yes, little frog, you’re such an adore.

The 1st KL International Dance Festival

2007-06-06T09:20:00.000+08:00

http://www.thedancespace.com.my/dance_festival/index.htm

The little mouse is way so excited to attend the Gala Dinner, featuring the finals of the world ranking Latin and Ballroom and Middle Eastern dance competition!

To be honest, the little mouse nearly misses the opportunity. Yes, it's all due to the loooooong working hours that thus oblige the little mouse to skip most of her dance classes last month :( Nevertheless, thank God, at the eleventh hour, someone pull out from the event. And thus, her ticket is now in her little mousie hand!

Thank GOD !

You're Everything

2007-05-31T02:13:00.000+08:00

A cool new song by Michael Buble :)

And here's the lyrics to sing along with :)

You're a falling star
You're the get away car
You're the line in the sand when I go too far
You're the swimming pool, on an August day
And You're the perfect thing to say

And you play your card, but it's kinda cute
Ah, When you smile at me you know exactly what you do
Baby don't pretend, that you don't know it's true
Cause you can see it when I look at you

Chorus:
And in this crazy life
And through these crazy times
It's you, it's you
You make me sing
You're every line
You're every word
You're everything

You're a carousel
You're a wishing well
And you light me up
When you ring my bell
You're a mystery
You're from outer space
You're every minute of my everyday.

And I can't believe, that I'm your man
And I get to kiss you baby just because I can
Whatever comes our way, we'll see it through
And you know that's what our love can do

Chorus:
And in this crazy life
And through these crazy times
It's you, it's you
You make me sing
You're every line
You're every word
You're everything

So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La
So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La

Chorus:
And in this crazy life
And through these crazy times
It's you, it's you
You make me sing
You're every line
You're every word
You're everything
You're every song
And I sing along
Cause you're my everything

So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La
So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La

Joy FM - Helping you Live the Life!

2007-05-14T08:37:00.000+08:00

Current addiction at work: Listening to songs of praises to the King of kings and Lord of lords!

This online radio is pretty cool, airing cool praise/worship songs from Matt Redman, Jars of Clay, David Crowder Band, Michael W. Smith, Zoe girl, Casting Crowns, Jeremy Camp, and many many many more...

http://www.joyfmonline.org/

Riddles of Life (2)

2007-05-06T20:41:00.000+08:00

Ah… Another riddles of life yet to be pondered about. Just then, a dear cassette I once gave away returned back to me. Yes, I have to emphasize again, the album is uniquely scarce. However, it was only last two weeks while I was on a journey in a foreign land; I stumbled upon the same album. This time, it was packaged in a high quality CD. Overjoyed with such, I must say, divine encounter, I hurriedly purchased the CD.

What I thought was lost forever was returned.

And returned, better than before…

Wow… I am truly amazed.

Phantom of the Opera! Magically Breathtaking!

2007-04-24T00:29:00.000+08:00

Majestic! Magical! Marvelously superb!

The little mouse and her chipmunk friend were utterly speechless and awed. Last weekend, the two little creatures journeyed all the way to Lioncity, to watch Phantom of the Opera. The journey, though quite costly (each spend about 160 Dil on bus ticket, 160 Liondil on performance ticket and 85 Dil on accommodation), it was worth it all!!

The stage was wondrous!! The changing of scenes and moving of props was so quick and professionally done, it is as though the scene has magically changed itself! And… yes… they even have the oh-so-famous chandelier, hanging on top of the audiences! And, yes, the chandelier did “crash” down, just as the story tells. Of course, not on the audience. It went vertically down at first, then slant and “crashed” the stage.

And, oh, the scene where the Phantom kidnap the ever-so-lovely Christine and took her on a boat ride to his underground lair. Majestic!! The stage turned into an underground river, with candles “sprouting” out from stage floor. The perspective created was indeed marvelous. The stage literally does look like an underground river. Beautiful!! The scene was majestically beautiful!!

The singing was wonderful! The orchestra was beautiful! Raoul was very charming. And he and Christine were both beautifully in loved, singing “Say you love me” on the roof top. The masquerade was flamboyantly colourful as can be. And… the Phantom… well, he’s kinda chubby in mousie opinion. But, he was great!! Chubby, but still great :)

Truly an experience of a lifetime. The little mouse thanked God for such opportunity to watch her ever-so-loved Phantom of the Opera live! The little mouse doubt if anyone who will not be mesmerized by it…

Phantom (looking chubby) and Christine

Masquerade, pretty faces on parade...

The boat ride to the Phantom's lair... breathtaking!

Phantom's underground lair

Note: Images are taken from http://www.singaporesights.com/press-conferences/press-conferences/the-phantom-of-the-opera

Well, next stop… Les Miserables! Wonder when is it coming to town?

Tribute to Friend

2007-04-19T08:46:00.000+08:00

*ahem*

As requested, referring to the post Riddles of Life, I would like to proudly announce to the public world, the name of my friend who had so gladly presented her the cassette to me.

She is none other than Miss Yong Huey Yi !!

Thank you for the cassette…

…

…

…

Happy? :P

Riddles of Life

2007-04-17T22:02:00.000+08:00

Life is full with riddles. Peculiar, yet interestingly miraculous riddles.

Some made us smile and laugh. Like the seven-coloured curved stripe on the sky. Who would have guessed, a horrendous storm can bring such beautiful craving on the sky.

Some made us cry and shiver and fuming with anger. The sarcastic words cannon-balled . The ignored heart. The many failed attempts. “Why?” you screamed, you yelled, you sobbed, “Why?”.

Just then, I had lost my dear watch. But, if I really think of it, it was not mine to begin with. Had it on my wrist for years, but gone within seconds. Misplacement? Slipped out? Whatever the reason maybe, it is another riddle of life.

Though was saddened by its lost, deep down in my heart, I felt a certain sense of joy. Relieved, to be precise. Set free? Well, literally speaking, my left wrist is now bare. But I’d hope, it will return back to its rightful owner, whom, as I mentioned earlier, is not me.

Another then, I had found something I had lost. You see, a precious cassette of mine given away to the same person above. I love my dear cassette. It was a definite extinct. I thought I could never see it again. Ever again? I was oh so wrong...

A dear friend of mine not knowingly had same cassette. Found while she was spring cleaning, she concluded that she can never know how to appreciate such unique opus. Thus, she handed it to me. Yes, the cassette I lost. Who would have thought, what was lost, can returned? Another riddle, I supposed.

Riddles of life, they make life so colourful.
Blue would not know he is blue, if he had not met dear red.
Mountain peak would not be that high, if there is no valley.
Time would not be precious, if the clock had stopped ticking.
Light would not breakthrough, if there is no blanket of darkness.
Love would not know its place, if you do not have a fragile heart.
Life is full with riddles. Ridiculous it maybe.

Like a jigsaw puzzle, with each ridiculously shaped pieces combined together.

A beautiful picture, in the end of it all...

A picture of...

Me.

World Vision - Tribute to Sponsors

2007-04-16T00:54:00.000+08:00

For more information, visit http://www.worldvision.com.my/

SquareSound Online Radio

2007-04-12T09:11:00.000+08:00

What is so interesting about Games OST, especially Final Fantasy OST ??

Feast your ears and listen to SquareSound online radio :)
http://www.live365.com/stations/squaresound

SquareSound official website:
http://www.squaresound.com

Piano Squall

2007-04-12T08:35:00.000+08:00

Stumble into this website one fine day. Discover that it is quite cool. That is if you're interested in piano and games/anime OST.

This guy, by the nickname Piano Squall, is an "Anime and Game Pianist". Yes, Squall as in THE Squall Leonhart from FF VIII. And yes, this guy apparently wears Squall's costume while he plays the piano (wondering, if that can actually boost up his piano skills).

http://www.pianosquall.com

* Note: Check out his website and watch him play in the video section. There are also piano song sheets of anime/game OST so you can try your fingers on.

But, ponder of all ponders, why Squall? After much ponder, the little mouse thought of a few “good” candidates (*ahem* tips for those who would want to imitate Piano Squall).

Sephiroth - Evil and mean looking. Focus on playing only battle and gory songs

Cloud Strife - hmm… Cloud playing the piano, I like that!

Tidus - Bare chest + bermuda pants + grand piano ?!?!?

Mog - Its fingers are too fat for the piano keys… And does it have five fingers in the first place??

Vincent Valentine – Ohh, sexy. But can only play with his right hand (unless he drop his “claws” on his left hand)

Zidane – cute :)

Chocobo – err... hmm... arr... Oversized chicken playing piano... no comment

Lost Watch

2007-04-09T22:47:00.000+08:00

My watch I lost one destined day,
The clouds suddenly seem so gray,
But wonder why, really, that day,
My heart had never been so gay?

A sudden change I felt, I sensed,
Though it does not seem to make any sense,
Like another realm I have transcend,
Or maybe, just my imagination leaking without consent.

Lord, send Your divine wisdom as aid,
So that the focus on You will never fade,
And remind me of the price You paid,
And Your will and my purpose, that I am made.

Amen.

Final Fantasy Masterpieces

2007-04-08T23:35:00.000+08:00

Malaysian Philharmonic Orchestra should organise a performance playing solely on Final Fantasy masterpieces. And of course, mainly on FFVII soundtrack. The series have one of the best composition the little mouse had ever heard! Ok, let me rephrase. The BEST the little mouse had ever heard (and yes, she's being very very bias).

Here's one of the OST, the ever so famous FFVII Prelude.

The original (as heard in the game)

As performed in the VOICES concert

As played by someone on the piano

And...

One-Winged Angel with a rock twist as performed in the VOICES concert.

"Elvis" in the Church

2007-04-08T22:36:00.000+08:00

Mr. HT Long, the former Elvis of Malaysia came to the little mouse's church to perform on Easter day!

More about HT Long:
http://www.gfsbanting.org/elvis_Long.htm

Photography + Pastries

2007-04-06T18:43:00.000+08:00

Lesson learnt:
A sight for an eye sore may not be a taste for the... errr... mouth sore.

But then again, it certainly look pretty in pictures.

Noah's Ark

2007-04-02T00:29:00.000+08:00

From a forwarded email:

Everything I need to know, I learned from Noah's Ark.

ONE: Don't miss the boat.
TWO: Remember that we are all in the same boat.
THREE: Plan ahead. It wasn't raining when Noah built the Ark.
FOUR: Stay fit. When you're 60 years old, someone may ask you to do something really big.
FIVE: Don't listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be done.
SIX: Build your future on high ground.
SEVEN: For safety's sake, travel in pairs.
EIGHT: Speed isn't always an advantage. The snails were on board with the cheetahs.
NINE: When you're stressed, float a while.
TEN: Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic by professionals.
ELEVEN: No matter the storm, when you are with God, there's always a rainbow waiting.

Tiramisu

2007-04-01T02:03:00.000+08:00

Tiramisu, dear tiramisu,
How glad I had found you,
It’s been long, and I really miss you,
My dear creamy-cheesy tiramisu.

In Alexis bistro you are found,
Along with mellow jazz oh so profound,
And ambience that makes your romantic heart pound,
And little things that makes every moment count!

Yes, tiramisu, wonderful tiramisu,
Till we meet again, I’ll be missing you,
Hope it won’t be long till again I see you,
A taste, all shared, happily, forever come true.

---

Alexis Bar & Bistro

Tiramisu Cake!

Michael Veerapen Quartet

Letter from Loved One

2007-03-25T00:28:00.000+08:00

The little mouse leaped with joy! For she received a letter from her little loved one far, far away. A letter from her little beloved “daughter”. Yes, you heard that right, her “DAUGHTER”. Well, ok, not exactly her “daughter” kinda “daughter”. Little Seaklim is the little mouse’s sponsored child. Which means, Seaklim is a child whom the little mouse commits to provide monthly provision to. 50 Dil, to be precise, each month. A little price to pay for the joy of helping a child in need.

Little Seaklim wrote:

Dear little mouse,

I’m was happy to recived a letter and a sticker. I’m well. I do not attend school yet. Because I am to young. I will go to school when I am 6 years old. I enjoy to play with my friends near my house. How are you and you family? In my country the weather is hot too. Because this is the dry season. I thank you for sent me a letter and photo to me. I wish you prosperity.

Thank from: Seaklim

Aww… Isn’t she sweeeeeet??? And she’s just 5 years old. Go on, get yourself a son or a daughter :) You never know the differences you can make in their life!

World Vision Official Web Site - http://www.worldvision.org
World Vision Malaysia - http://www.worldvision.com.my

Who Is World Vision?
World Vision is a Christian humanitarian organization dedicated to working with children, families and their communities worldwide to reach their full potential by tackling the causes of poverty and injustice. The organization was started in 1950 by Dr. Bob Pierce, a young Christian minister, in China and then South Korea. Dr. Pierce, associated with the Youth for Christ organization, felt compassion for the children in his ministry.

World Vision began caring for orphans and other children in need throughout Asia and then eventually in more than 90 countries, embracing larger issues of community development and advocacy for the poor as part of its basic mission to help children and their families build a sustainable future. In 2005, World Vision's work by more than 20,000 staff across the globe affected the lives of 100 million people worldwide, including 1.85 million in the United States. Five million donors, supporters and volunteers helped the organization to achieve its goals.

Photography + Flowers

2007-03-23T17:58:00.000+08:00

The little mouse may not know much about photography. But she's sure keen on trying her little hands on her camera.

*click* *click* *click*

Beautiful flowers from her cousin's garden :)

O Blistered Heel

2007-03-20T21:11:00.001+08:00

O blistered heel, poor blistered heel,
Won’t you quickly heal, please quickly heal,
‘Cause I want to dance with zeal, yes, full with zeal,
In every moment we can steal, that we will steal.

Practice Dancing?

2007-03-19T00:26:00.000+08:00

Steps on how to practice dancing
1) Switch on your TV
2) Switch on your Play Station
3) Remove your hand console
4) Assemble your dancing mat to your PS
5) Put in Dance Dance Revolution cd
6) Start dancing and jumping!

Why you should do it?
1) It's fun
2) Great way to exercise
3) It's fun
4) You don't need to go for dance lessons
5) It's fun
6) You don't need anyone to teach you
7) It's fun
8) You can create your own dance move
9) It's fun
10) Improve your mind-leg coordination

Things to note:
1) If you live in an apartment, please don't jump too hard late at night
2) Do not ever, ever, ever think of wearing dancing shoes (esp. ladies)
3) Start small, with slower beats and less steps.
4) Get a friend. Challenges can be fun.
5) Be very careful. It can be a very dangerous... er... sport.

Tetris, with a rock twist :)

The theme song of Tetris, namely Korobeiniki, is a Russian folk/dance song. It is based on a poem by Nikolai Alekseevich Nekrasov in the year 1861.

The Magic Flute

2007-03-15T18:47:00.000+08:00

Mozart overdosed! The little mouse and her chipmunk friend is truly, really going to indulgence with Mozart. Lotsa lotsa Mozart this season!

Dancing Shoes

2007-03-11T03:02:00.000+08:00

A mission she embarked with a friend,
On one bright sunny weekend,
In search for a shoe for her dancing delight,
So she could dance from morn’ till twilight.

To the land of Cheras, off they go,
In search of a shoe-maker that many told,
Taman Midah may not be a mine of gold,
But San Lee Shoe Shop must they behold.

Uncle Shoe-Maker humble as can be,
Though attending customer, busy as a bee,
Tips and advices he throws in for free,
On selecting good shoes for dancer wanna-be (me!).

Yes, a pair of shoe finally she ordered,
One with dark grey painted all over,
And two purple strips on the cover,
And shimmering dust glittering all over.

---

San Lee shoe shop, located in Taman Midah, Cheras, sells custom made dancing shoes with a very reasonable and affordable price.

Contact Information:

San Lee Shoes,
11 Jln Midah 5,
Taman Midah, Cheras.
Contact Christine 03-9130-3236.

Mozart Indulgence

2007-03-11T02:13:00.000+08:00

The little mouse finally has decided to abandon Beethoven for Mozart. Yes, the gentle looking Mozart beats the agonized, lion-haired Beethoven in winning her mousie heart! On top of that, actually, the little mouse could not get the Beethoven tickets. Still, the little mouse prefers Mozart’s piano sonatas.

Ladies, which do you prefer?
Neat hair guy?	Messy hair guy?

Dancing Shoes

2007-03-05T20:09:00.000+08:00

Hear ye, hear ye!
Folks of Malaysia, hear ye!
The little mouse had found the shop,
For your sway, swing, twist and bop.

Kim Yuen shoe store near Petaling Street,
Selling shoes for your dancing feet,
Different shoes for different beat,
Special request if you have really big feet!

Yes, a good shoe for you to dance,
Or else you definitely can’t prance,
So, visit the shop when there’s chance,
And grab that shoe that stole your glance.

:)

---

Kim Yuen Shoe-Maker is a dancing shoe shop located in Jalan Sultan (near Petaling Street), Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Sells various dancing shoes for both genders, e.g.: latin, ballroom, ballet, etc.

Contact Information:

Kim Yuen Shoe-Maker
Superdancers Enterprise
Number 26, Jalan Sultan,
50000 Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.

For more information, visit their website at: http://www.kimyuen.com

Beethoven Concerto

2007-03-05T09:00:00.000+08:00

After missing Beethoven piano concerto, the little mouse insist and persist on going to watch Beethoven violion concerto, though she does prefer piano more.

Some enlightenment from dear Mr. Wikipedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beethoven

Ludwig van Beethoven (baptized December 17, 1770[1] – March 26, 1827) was a German composer. He is generally regarded as one of the greatest composers in the history of music, and was the predominant figure in the transitional period between the Classical and Romantic eras in Western classical music. His reputation and genius have inspired — and in many cases intimidated — ensuing generations of composers, musicians, and audiences. While primarily known today as a composer, he was also a celebrated virtuoso pianist and conductor, and an accomplished violinist.

Born in Bonn, Germany, he moved to Vienna, Austria, in his early twenties, and settled there, studying with Joseph Haydn and quickly gaining a reputation as a virtuoso pianist. In his late twenties he began to lose his hearing gradually, and yet he continued to produce notable masterpieces throughout his life, even when his deafness was almost total. Beethoven was one of the first composers who worked as a freelance — arranging subscription concerts, selling his compositions to publishers, and gaining financial support from a number of wealthy patrons — rather than being permanently employed by the church or by an aristocratic court.

Dance Information Online

2007-03-02T14:20:00.000+08:00

Good central location to everything (well, almost) you want to know about dancing.

-> http://www.knowledgehound.com/topics/dance.htm
Basically this is a central portal to various dancing web sites. Has many links to web sites on dances from ballroom, latin, hip hop, rock & rol, ballet, break dance, etc, and even web sites on general information on dancing.

-> http://www.ballroomdancers.com
My favourite hang out site. Loaded with dancing resources and information. Allows you to learn how to dance easily via step-by-step video (yes, video streaming on dance steps!), listen some sample dance music, buy/sell dancing apparel, etc.

Videos on dancing:
International Style
Waltz
Tango
Viennese Waltz
Foxtrot
Quickstep
Latin Dances
Cha Cha
Samba
Rumba
Paso Doble
Jive

American Style
Smooth Dances
Waltz
Tango
Foxtrot
Viennese Waltz
Rhythm Dances
Cha Cha
Rumba
East Coast Swing
Bolero
Mambo

Social & Nightclub Dances
East Coast Swing
West Coast Swing
Lindy Hop
Salsa

-> http://web.singnet.com.sg/~telemati/dance/steps/index.html
Teaches a lot of dances. The main shortcoming is that it is purely TEXT. Dance steps are described in text, making rather hard to imagine. But still, a good web site to really understand the steps, in a technical perspective.

Dances:
Standard Ballroom Dances
Foxtrot
Quickstep
Rhythm
Tango
Viennese Waltz
Waltz

Standard Latin Dances
Latin Cha Cha
Jive
Mambo
Paso Doble
Rumba
Samba

Social Dances
Rock 'n' Roll
Disco Rock
Social Cha Cha
Other Dances

Group Dances
Tap
Jazz

Unlocking Miracles

2007-03-02T08:58:00.000+08:00

Dancing class was fun! Learn new steps, dance to the new beat. And yes, since the little mouse has yet to buy her purple dancing shoes, her feet are literally screaming for help.

“Ya,” said the little mouse, “I can hear my toes lamenting. But I am enjoying every beat! Woo hoo~”

And yes, she STILL has two left feet. And yes, she still holds her breathe when she dances.

“Breathe… You need to BREATHE!” exclaimed her dance instructor. Most probably because he do not want the trouble of dragging her unconscious body out of the space floor if she ever pass out.

The highlight was not only the dance, but also after the dance class.

It was late. And not to mention dark. There were only two of them; namely the little mouse and one of her friend from the dancing class. They were on paying the parking fee, when suddenly…

*cheng* *cheng* *cheng*

Another of her dancing friend, Trisie-Wisie, came to pay her parking fee as well. Haha! Got you… OK, back to story…

The little mouse and her friend waved to greet her.
Trisie-Wisie excited to see them.
Trisie-Wisie waved back.
Trisie-Wisie stepped out of her car.
Trisie-Wisie closed her car door…

Uh oh! Her car is still running. Her car key was still inside her car. And her car door was locked!

Spare keys, no. Locksmith, it was too late at night. Parking attendants, they looked like they are running away from them. Great, now what are they going to do. Attempt to break in, of course! So, there were three of them, in the empty parking lot, attempting to pull out parts from her car.

Then, a car passed by. Ohh… it was their dance instructor. He went off, but thank God he came back.

“Oh my,” he said, “how could this happened. And the car’s engine is still running. Ok, let me try. I have done this a few times.” Hmm… broken into cars a few times. Ironically, the statement seems assuring.

So, now there were four of them in the empty parking lot. He tried using a long steel, which he “extracted” from the car’s wipers, to unlock by sliding into door. But the steel was rather flimsy and short. Thus, after numerous attempts, they switched to Plan B, i.e.: breaking the window…

As the he was trying to “pull off” the car’s window, the little mouse and Trisie-Wisie attempt to unlock the door using her house door key. Yes, her house key. But as she attempt to thrust the key into the key hole, the little mouse noticed the door was opened!

“A miracle!” the dance instructor exclaimed. And yes, thank God! None of them really knew how the door suddenly became unlocked, but thank God indeed!

And so, it was a great experience for the little mouse. Not just that she had learnt new dance steps, but learnt, too, on how to break into cars. And of course she learnt that God is a god of miracles. No obstacle is too big for Him to overcome. No concern is too small for Him to care.

Yes, Lord. Make us awe! Amen.

Phantom of the Opera

2007-03-01T08:42:00.000+08:00

Counting down two more months till watching Phantom of the Opera LIVE on stage! Yes, the little mouse and her chipmunk friend bought tickets to watch her ever so loved musical stage performance, staging down south in Lioncity. Oh, for her love on musicals, especially this! A dream come true indeed! The excitement and the anticipation!

That is why...

Her little friend is constantly reminding her to behave herself. And not, I repeat NOT, to sing along every song. The little mouse is very, very capable of that. Mind you, maybe she'll dance too. Yes, you heard that right. So, let's keep her in prayer, that she will be in her best behaviour, amen :)

Abigail the Mouse

2007-02-27T09:04:00.000+08:00

The little mouse paid a visit to the wise ol' Uncle Google and found something rather interesting about herself. Little did the little mouse know, she is very much featured in books and cartoons and plays. Books, cartoons and plays for little children, to be precise.

There's this cartoon on the family of Furlings, where Abigail Wood Mouse explore new adventures with her cute furry friends.

http://www.raelambert.com/characters/furlings.htm

Then there's this little children book on Abigail Mouse and her fellow friend Sophie the rabbit.

http://www.powells.com/biblio?show=HARDCOVER:USED:9781561484348:4.50#synopses_and_reviews

And there is this play...

http://perso.wanadoo.es/e/lingua_arts/mouse.html

Interesting! The little mouse is more popular than she could ever imagine. Popular to little children, to be precise :)

Passion for Dancing! (Part II)

2007-02-27T08:16:00.000+08:00

Yes, dancing updates! The little mouse is always ever so excited to share about her passion in dancing. Never has she regretted taking time off to go for the classes. You know, the time she spent on dancing classes, she could gladly use is for.... well, sleeping... and the money for the dancing fees for... well, eating...

Hmm... eating and sleeping... a definite sign of PPM (Pre-Procrastination Syndrome), which will lead to SDD (Silent Dream Death). Let’s not dwell into that, shall we? Life has too much wonder to discover :)

Back to the topic.

The little mouse would really really really (yes, crazily really) would want to get a pair of purple dancing shoes! Yes, for the love of dancing and her purple indulgence. But, hardly she can find dancing shoe shops or shoe makers in her homeland. However, that did not stop her from browsing through the designs in the Internet. And all you Internet lovers say, amen!

These dancing shoes are just lovely shoes… really an adoration…*drool*

But, she still needs to scout her homeland for it. Most probably she needs to open her mouth and ask her fellow dancing friends in her class.

In the meantime, let’s drool over the pictures she got from the web site: http://www.latindancefashions.com

Yes, yes and yes. This is NOT purple. But it's really nice swweeeettt... :)

Ode to Wern

2007-02-19T10:52:00.001+08:00

The little mouse has a wonderful friend, Wern. When she knew that her friend is leaving to another land in pursue of her dreams, the little mouse was broken hearted. For she knew she will miss her wonderful friend dearly. Especially the sharing and the bonding with her…

The chits and the chats together…
The laughter and giggles shared…
The classical music and the orchestra listened…
The blues and swings and the jazz night out…

“I’ll already missing you…” exclaimed the little mouse, though there is three more month till she leaves.
So, the little mouse blesses her dear friend. And pray that the Lord will bless her and guide her as she ventures out into the foreign land. Pray for protection over her safety and health. And pray for favor among the people in that land. Pray that she will prosper in wisdom, health and wealth. And also, pray that she will not forget her little mousie friend in her homeland. Amen.

Passion for Dancing!

2007-02-19T10:36:00.000+08:00

It was the little mouse’s New Year resolution three year ago. Then, it became her resolution for the next year. And the year after that…

Well, have to admit it, procrastination is a deadly silent dream killer.

“Enough is enough! It’s time to take action. Or again, let my heart suffer from another year of lost dream!” Hmm… ok, the little mouse was a bit exaggerating. But then again, why let down a passion God has placed in her heart doze off into silent slumber… again…

On the first month of the year 2007, the little mouse went on a journey of exploration and search. She took time and effort to search far and wide (on the day she really wanted to sleep! Oh yes, nothing like a Sunday afternoon nap). After her daily work, she pursued on her exploration. She enquired, observed, sampled…

And yes, she finally decided…

The dance school she’s going to enroll! Yes, you got that right! The little mouse is learning to dance. Latin dance, to be precise.

Now, she has gone through two wonderful classes. She enjoyed the savor of every moment. Well, sometimes she does feel silly; dancing on her own, observing her own feet, counting the beats and giggling profusely. Nevertheless, she never could imagine dancing can such a breathtaking passion (literally speaking, the little mouse sometimes forgot to breathe while counting her steps).

Oh, how she longs to dance and dance and dance! An hour class weekly never seems enough. The steps, the twirls, the beats, the sway… how she wishes to dance all night long.

And how thankful she is to God. Who had planted such passion in her heart… Amen!

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BTW, good site for those who are interested about dancing; whether it's good ol' cha cha cha, the fun quicksteps and even the elegant waltz. They even post video clips on how to do some basic dancing steps.

http://www.ballroomdancers.com

Psalm 23

2007-02-15T09:05:00.000+08:00

Taken from a forwarded email :)

Psalm 23

The Lord is my Shepherd
That's Relationship!

I shall not want
That's Supply!

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.
That's Rest!

He leadeth me beside the still waters.
That's Refreshment!

He restoreth my soul
That's Healing!

He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness.
That's Guidance!

For His name sake
That's Purpose!

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death.
That's Testing!

I will fear no evil.
That's Protection!

For Thou art with me
That's Faithfulness!

Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me,
That's Discipline!

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of my enemies.
That's Hope!

Thou anointest my head with oil,
That's Consecration!

My cup runneth over.
That's Abundance!

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life.
That's Blessing!

And I will dwell in the house of the Lord.
That's Security!

Forever.
That's Eternity!

Quando Quando Quando

2007-01-29T08:33:00.000+08:00

Yes, the little mouse finally heard her all time favourite swing performed live at Alexis. Most yummiest tiramisu cake ever too :)

Quando, Quando, Quando
(originally a pop song by Engelbert Humperdinck. Also sang by Michael Buble's, with a jazzy twist :D )

Tell me when will you be mine
Tell me quando quando quando
We can share a love divine
Please don't make me wait again

When will you say yes to me
Tell me quando quando quando
You mean happiness to me
Oh my lover tell me when

Chorus:
Every moments a day
Every day seems a lifetime
Let me show you the way
To a joy beyond compare

I can't wait a moment more
Tell me quando quando quando
Say its me that you adore
And then darling tell me when

Chorus:
Every moments a day
Every day seems a lifetime
Let me show you the way
To a joy beyond compare

I can't wait a moment more
Tell me quando quando quando
Say its me that you adore
And then darling tell me when

Amazing Grace

2007-01-19T08:33:00.000+08:00

Little mouse's worship for tonight :) The good ol' Amazing Grace.

(By John Newton)

G C G
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound,
D
That saved a wretch like me!
G C G
I once was lost, but now am found,
Em D G
Was blind, but now I see.

'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believed!

Through many dangers, toils and snares,
We have already come;
'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

When we've been here ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we'd first begun.

Good, Better, Best!

2007-01-17T08:55:00.000+08:00

The worst enemy of "Better"
Is not "Bad"
Nor it is "Worse"
And not even "Worst".

It is "Good".

Paradoxical? No way!

Be Holy (Part 2)

2007-01-10T20:31:00.000+08:00

Third day of the little mouse new work in the big-big world “out there”. Responsibilities are bucketing. Expectation is pilling big. Challenges spawns like mushrooms on a rainy day. Learning to be more optimistic in life is the first lesson the little mouse is to learn, you may say.

Well, not actually…

The first and foremost and also most important lesson the little mouse should, and keep on learning, is to be holy.

The little mouse was attempting to squeeze her car into the teeny weeny parking space, when suddenly she heard a sound. A tiny sound mighty enough to push her into the deepest, darkest pit of anxiousness.

Sssvvvxxxtttddd... Her car had “accidentally” scraped the car next to the parking space she was trying to get in. Just as she was plunging down into the deepest, darkest pit of anxiousness, time suddenly stopped. She turned her head and saw. Behold! The “poor injured” car was an oh-so-lavishly-expensive-and-never-in-her-life-see-such-a-beautiful-car! After a minute ogling at the luxurious car, she continued her journey of plunging down the deepest, darkest pit of anxiousness.

Then, ran three parking attendants to her.

Mr. Parking 1: OHHHHH… You smashed the car! You smashed Mr. Richman’s car!
Mr. Parking 2: AHHHHH… How now, har? How?
Little mouse: (speechless… while looking at the three tiny five-centimeters grazes at the bumper)
Mr. Parking 1: The car is damaged!! (voice raising high)
Little mouse: (speechless… still looking at the three tiny five-centimeters grazes at the bumper)
Mr. Parking 2: How now, little missy? What you are to do about it? (his stern look fired a high capacity laser beam into the little mouse’s heart)
Little mouse: (speechless… sobbing quietly while praying for God’s help)
Mr. Parking 3: This car is extremely expensive, you know! What you are going to do about it? (his words fired gazillions of bullets into her heart)
Little mouse: (praying even harder) I am sorry. I will pay for the damages caused.
Mr. Parking 2: Ok, pay now!!
Mr. Parking 3: You know how expensive this car is? You better pay now!
Little mouse: Erm, I will pay the car owner myself and say sorry to him.
Mr. Parking 1: How can? Pay us now!
Little mouse: I’ll give you my phone number. Please pass it to him and kindly ask him to give me a call. I’ll settle with him.
Mr. Parking 1: Just pay us now and get it over with! Mr. Richman is going to be furious when he knows you damage his car! (his annoyed look launched ten thousands torpedoes into her heart)
Little mouse: It’s ok. I will apologize to him myself. I will settle the payment myself.
Mr. Parking 2: Pay us! Why don’t you pay us! He’ll be fuming with anger with us! You know, we’ll be the one he’ll bawl at. (his anger launched five millions silos targeting to hit her heart)
Little mouse: Then, just pass Mr. Richman my details… I’ll talk to him… (trembling with fear and praying even harder)
Mr. Parking 1: … (speechless)
Mr. Parking 2: … (speechless)
Mr. Parking 3: … (speechless)

So, then, the three parking attendants took the little mouse’s details and phone number to be passed to Mr. Richman. Mr. Richman did call the end of the day. He was not really a baddie. Rich... very very rich, but not really a baddie. He was actually glad that she had passed her contact to him and not to run away by giving the money to the parking attendants. The little mouse knew that if she were to give money to the three parking attendants, she does not need to go through the hassle of meeting up with Mr. Richman to discuss on the payment for the damages (yes, three tiny five-centimeters grazes, to be precise) she had caused.

The amount to be paid was then settled. The amount she has to pay for the three tiny five-centimeters grazes on his car bumper was more than what she expected. Yes, far far FAR more and even beyond what she expected to pay. Then, there she goes again, plunging down into the deepest, darkest pit of anxiousness…

Well, at least, she’s glad she made the right choice. Her loving God will help her through… Amen.

1 Peter 1:15-16 (NIV)
(15) But just as he who called you is holy, so be holy in all you do; (16) for it is written: "Be holy, because I am holy."

Be Holy (Part 1)

2007-01-09T16:10:00.000+08:00

Yesterday was the little mouse’s first day at work in a new place. Oh what great scent; the whiff of a new adventure! After a hard day of work (not really though), it’s time for the little mouse to travel back to her humble abode.

Unfamiliar with the route home, the little mouse could not decide on whether on taking the left turn or heading straight. On one second, the little mouse thought, “I remembered, it’s the left turn!”

But, at the very last second, “Oh no, I think I am supposed to go straight…”

And off her little mousie car swayed, from the left lane to the middle lane.

Oblivious to her, she committed an “illegal” move! Mr. Policemantoe and Mr. Policemantaa who was at the junction stopped her. “Oh no, what wrong have I done?” the little mouse pondered, while her mind is still very much cluttered with question; which direction leads her home.

Mr. Policemantaa: Hey, mousie lady, you know what traffic offenses you did?
Little mouse: Err… no, actually…
Mr. Policemantaa: Sure?
Little mouse: Was it because I swayed to the middle lane?
Mr. Policemantaa: You did an illegal sway, my dear! Where are you heading?
Little mouse: Home. I thought home was that way. But in the end, I think it’s this way.
Mr. Policemantaa: Heck, no. You should take that way. That way leads you home. Why the sudden change of mind?
Little mouse: I was not sure. I am very unfamiliar to this place.
Mr. Policemantaa: So how? Want to pay the fine or not?
Little mouse: Huh? Not pay the fine?
Mr. Policemantaa: Yes, missy. Not pay the fine…
Little mouse: … (stared blankly at him)
Mr. Policemantaa: Treat us a meal, if you wish not pay the fine. (grinning cheek to cheek)
Little mouse: … (continue to stare blankly at him)
Mr. Policemantaa: Yes, just gave both of us a “treat”. Else, you have to pay 300 Dils. That’s a lot, you know! (grinning ear to ear)
Little mouse: 300 Dils??? (eyes opened bewildered)

Then, in all sudden, the little mousie angel and the little mouse devil appeared on both side of her shoulder.

The red devil whisper to her in one ear, “Hey, 300 Dils is a lot of money! Think of the hard work you poured in to earn a better living. Think about all the pretty dresses and delicious meals you can buy with it. Come on, give them a ‘treat’. Besides, everyone does it! It’s so common. So normal. So, why not?”

And so, the little red devil continued with his long, elaborated thesis on why not the little mouse gave a “meal treat” to the policemen.

The little white angel spoke of only two words. In a gentle whisper, he said, “Be holy”.

Little mouse: Err… Mr. Policemantaa, it’s ok. Since I have done wrong, I deserved the fine.
Mr. Policemantaa: What???????? (eyes wide opened bewildered)
Mr. Policemantoe: What’s happening here? So, how little missy?
Mr. Policemantaa: This little missy wants a fine!
Little mouse: I have done wrong. Please fine me.
Mr. Policemantoe: Are you sure? Come, let me see your driving license.
Little mouse: Here you go.

So, Mr. Policemantoe took the little mouse’s driving license and took out his pen and this notebook.

Mr. Policemantoe: Where you heading, missy? (flipping the pages of his notebook)
Little mouse: Oh, I am heading home. May I ask, which way to home. I am quite lost.
Mr. Policemantoe: Oh, go straight. That’s the easier route. Don’t turn left.
Little mouse: Will there be traffic jam there?
Mr. Policemantoe: Well, in this hustling-bustling city, it will be jammed.
Little mouse: Oh… no other way?
Mr. Policemantoe: Yes, but straight would be much easier.
Little mouse: Thanks, Mr. Policemantoe.
Mr. Policemantoe: Hmmm… next time becareful. Don’t do any illegal move anymore, okay?

And then, the policeman handed her back her license… just her license. She received no fine.

She’s glad she made the right choice; that is to be holy as Lord her God is holy. For her choice pleases God. And that is what matter most.

Thank God.

1 Peter 1:15-16 (NIV)
(15)But just as he who called you is holy, so be holy in all you do; (16)for it is written: "Be holy, because I am holy."

2007 - New, new, new

2007-01-08T13:57:00.000+08:00

2007, beginning of abundances of "new". And it's only beginning of January :)
- New cell: Light Bearer (1 Peter 2:9)
- New hairdo: mousie gone curly
- New job: working in high sky scaper
- New gadget: click, click, click!

More "new" to come, amen!

1 Peter 2:9 (NIV)
But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.

Emptiness vs Fullness

2007-01-04T17:58:00.000+08:00

At any time,
Can something so void can be so fulled?
And something so fulled can be so void?

Yes, is the answer.
When my fullness of contentment fills the void of hunger for Him.
When void of hunger for Him empties my fullness of contentment.

It is, then, a true and pure worship and prayer rises up,
And the One I seek become to so real to me.

Paradoxical? Nay, it’s not.

Ezra 3 (NIV) (emphasis: mine)
(10) When the builders laid the foundation of the temple of the Lord, the priests in their vestments and with trumpets, and the Levites (the sons of Asaph) with cymbals, took their places to praise the Lord, as prescribed by David king of Israel. (11) With praise and thanksgiving they sang to the Lord:
"He is good; His love to Israel endures forever." And all the people gave a great shout of praise to the Lord, because the foundation of the house of the Lord was laid. (12) But many of the older priests and Levites and family heads, who had seen the former temple, wept aloud when they saw the foundation of this temple being laid, while many others shouted for joy. (13) No one could distinguish the sound of the shouts of joy from the sound of weeping, because the people made so much noise. And the sound was heard far away.

Countdown: 2 days till Christmas

2006-12-23T13:29:00.000+08:00

TWO more days till Christmas! TWO more days till Christmas! TWO more days till Christmas! TWO more days till Christmas! TWO more days till Christmas!

Christmas Dream #3
"Good day, my lady," he said as he lift his tall hat and gave a gentleman bow.

Eragon

2006-12-15T12:43:00.000+08:00

The Movie

The Book

In a single mousie thought, the book is definitely undeniably unbeatable. And to think Christopher wrote it when he was only 15 years old. What on mousie am I doing at 15?

Do You Know Where You're Going To?

2006-12-14T15:46:00.000+08:00

A gift from a colleague, Ah Lun. Thanks :) I appreciate it very much.

Theme From Mahogany (Do You Know Where You're Going To?) Lyrics

Do you know where you're going to?
Do you like the things that life is showing you
Where are you going to?
Do you know...?

Do you get
What you're hoping for
When you look behind you
There's no open door
What are you hoping for?
Do you know...?

Once we were standing still in time
Chasing the fantasies
That filled our minds
You knew how I loved you
But my spirit was free
Laughin' at the questions
That you once asked of me

Do you know where you're going to?
Do you like the things that life is showing you
Where are you going to?
Do you know...?

Now looking back at all we've planned
We let so many dreams
Just slip through our hands
Why must we wait so long
Before we'll see
How sad the answers
To those questions can be

Do you know where you're going to?
Do you like the things that life is showing you
Where are you going to?
Do you know...?

Do you get
What you're hoping for
When you look behind you
There's no open door
What are you hoping for?
Do you know...?

Piano

2006-12-06T15:17:00.001+08:00

The little mouse loves the piano. Everything about the piano, she loves dearly. The elegant shape of the grand piano. The orderly black and white keys. The pleasant sound of its voice. The dances of the fingers as they step and twirl on it. Everything…

“Teach me, won’t you? And show me. The dances of your fingers on the black and white dance floor.”

Silence…

“Yahoo~! I learnt how to play a song on the piano. Let me play it for you? Won’t you want to hear it?”

Yet, silence…

“Let’s practice together. It’ll be great fun. I am so sure of it.”

Silence, again…

“My fingers ached. I think I hurt my wrist too. The notes are so difficult, I don’t think I can play this.”

Nothing, but silence…

“Nevertheless, I’ll continue to play, again and again. And Lord, let me not give up creating symphony for You. For I know You love hearing me play. You dance to my symphony. And encore at every opus. Yes, You love hearing me play. Amen.”

…

…

…

Mr. Tall Hat, where are you?

…

Ecclesiastes 4 (NIV)
(9) Two are better than one,
because they have a good return for their work:

(10) If one falls down,
his friend can help him up.
But pity the man who falls
and has no one to help him up!

(11) Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm.
But how can one keep warm alone?

(12) Though one may be overpowered,
two can defend themselves.
A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.

Changes

2006-12-06T12:56:00.000+08:00

A change, I shouted loudly,
To rebel over monotony,
And to defy conformity,
A better good, I strife earnestly.

Change I encountered, after the fight,
But there I stood, paralyzed and uptight,
The next step was an intimidating might,
The unknown was as dark as the night.

In faith I put my best foot forward,
In prayer I hope my heart not to coward,
Lord, help me through the seas of doubt,
And fill my lonesomeness with Your Word.

Amen.

Hebrews 11:1
Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.

Countdown: 20 days till Christmas

2006-12-06T12:45:00.000+08:00

20 more days till Christmas :) Another Christmas song the little mouse would love to share to you!

Said the night wind to the little lamb,
do you see what I see
Way up in the sky, little lamb,
do you see what I see
A star, a star, dancing in the night
With a tail as big as a kite
With a tail as big as a kite

Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy,
do you hear what I hear
Ringing through the sky, shepherd boy,
do you hear what I hear
A song, a song, high above the trees
With a voice as big as the sea
With a voice as big as the sea

Said the shepherd boy to the mighty king,
do you know what I know
In your palace warm, mighty king,
do you know what I know
A Child, a Child shivers in the cold
Let us bring Him silver and gold
Let us bring Him silver and gold
Said the king to the people everywhere,
listen to what I say
Pray for peace, people everywhere!
listen to what I say
The Child, the Child, sleeping in the night
He will bring us goodness and light
He will bring us goodness and light

Christmas Dream #2
Names; my mother's, my father's, my brother's and mine, all in the Book.

Countdown: 25 days till Christmas

2006-12-01T15:04:00.000+08:00

It's December and the little mouse is counting down to the big day, her Daddy's birthday! Christmas is coming :)

Christmas Dream #1
A stage, floods of rhythm, flamboyant dances, a story... my story

Christmas Dinner!

2006-11-30T11:08:00.000+08:00

Peter Pan Official Sequel

2006-11-29T13:12:00.000+08:00

It's officially out (click here to view the news). But is it a kid's book with big fonts and coloured drawings on every page? Hope not :)

I, too, cry...

2006-11-28T13:12:00.000+08:00

I cry because I am hurt,
I am hurt because things matters,
Things matters because I am important,
I am important because He cares.

Paradoxical? Nay, it’s not.

Psalm 56:8 (NIV)
Record my lament;
list my tears on Your scroll
are they not in Your record?

Christmas isn't Christmas

2006-11-27T12:59:00.000+08:00

The little mouse would love to share something dear to her...

Chorus:
Christmas isn't Christmas
'Til it happens in your heart.
Somewhere deep inside you
Is where Christmas really starts.

So give your heart to Jesus
You'll discover when you do
That it's Christmas,
Really Christmas for you.

Verse:
Jesus brings you warmth like a winter fire
A light like a candle's glow.
He's waiting now to come inside
As he did so long ago.

Jesus brings gifts of truth and light
And makes them bloom and grow.
So welcome Him with a song of joy
And when He comes, you'll know...

Chorus:
That Christmas isn't Christmas
'Til it happens in your heart
Somewhere deep inside you
Is where Christmas really starts.

So give your heart to Jesus.
You'll discover when you do
That it's Christmas, really Christmas
Christmas, really Christmas
Christmas, really Christmas for you.

Song of Eve

2006-11-22T12:48:00.000+08:00

Why is that, o Eve,
Hurricanes are named after you?
Katrina, Hazel and Rita,
Bears your name.

Is that because,
Of the fierce twirling winds,
Rushing ferociously,
Round and round,
A silent, quiet hollow?

Won’t you pacify, o Eve,
Your fierce frantic winds,
Rest assured in Lord of Eden,
And let loose, o Eve,
The beauty He has made you to be.

Come out, o Eve,
Let us hear you sing and dance,
Be pursued,
Be cherished,
Be romanced,
Be loved.

After all, you are His final touch,
In His wondrous work of art,
You are beautiful, o Eve,
Yes, above all, you are beautiful.

Canon in D with a twist

2006-11-17T12:52:00.000+08:00

Classical with a twist :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=olEz4LUgJDA

Canon in D (Kanon und Gigue in D-Dur für drei Violinen und Basso Continuo: in German)

By: Johann Pachelbel (around 1680 - Baroque period)

Happiness & Joy

2006-11-15T10:04:00.000+08:00

We’re happy when we’re not sad,
But we’re joyful even when we’re sad.

For happiness depends on circumstances,
But joy is always full in abundance,

Though happiness is sentiment reaction,
Joy is an option.

Paradoxical, it is not.

The Nutcracker

2006-11-13T16:46:00.000+08:00

No, the little mouse does not like King Mouse!! And she did not fight with the charming Nutcracker.

Written by E.T.A. Hoffman (1817)
Score by Pyotr Ilich Tchaikovsky (1891–1892)
[Malaysian Philharmonic Orchestra - The Nutcracker]

The Nutcracker Suite
1. Miniature Overture
2. March
3. Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy
4. Russian Dance - Trepak
5. Arabian Dance
6. Chinese Dance
7. Dance of the Reed Flutes
8. Waltz of the Flowers

Where is she?

2006-11-09T13:46:00.000+08:00

Where this little mouse linger weekly?
At the far edge of this city,
Where money twinkle oh so brightly,
And knowledge is within close proximity.

Where is she?

:)

Faces of Cosette

2006-11-08T12:37:00.000+08:00

The original portrait of Cosette (by Emile Bayard, 1862)

And a kawaii (Japanese: cute) version of Cosette in anime

[Click here to visit the official anime site]

Cosette is a character in Les Miserables (novel by Victor Hugo).

Thank God for Woman!

2006-11-06T13:16:00.000+08:00

Man, thank God for woman daily,
For He has made her your suitable helper so beautifully,
And imagine what it be like, if only,
Adam would have chosen an elephant, a gorilla or even a cow initially?

:)

Genesis 2: 19-22 (NIV)
(19) Now the Lord God had formed out of the ground all the beasts of the field and all the birds of the air. He brought them to the man to see what he would name them; and whatever the man called each living creature, that was its name. (20) So the man gave names to all the livestock, the birds of the air and all the beasts of the field.
But for Adam no suitable helper was found. (21) So the Lord God caused the man to fall into a deep sleep; and while he was sleeping, he took one of the man's ribs and closed up the place with flesh. (22) Then the Lord God made a woman from the rib he had taken out of the man, and he brought her to the man.

The Walk

2006-11-03T13:36:00.000+08:00

Why is that, sometimes,
The journey through the trail of loneliness
Seems far more devastating
Than the walk through the valley of shadow of death?

Paradoxical, isn’t it?

I have...

2006-11-02T12:59:00.000+08:00

I have...
A feet that runs,
And a nose that smells,
But why is it that I have, too,
A smelly feet and a running nose?

Paradoxical, isn't it?

Dear Mister Tall Hat...

2006-11-02T12:58:00.001+08:00

Dear Mister Tall Hat,
Do you mind me calling you that?
I know not your name, as the matter of fact,
Though you may not be really wearing a hat.

How are you lately, may I know?
I do pray you are all well and mellow,
With days painted with Daddy’s rainbow,
Truly I care for you, hope you’d know.

Daddy sang to me of you, one humble night,
Kind and gentle, yet courageous like a knight,
With wisdom and dream shimmering with bright,
But top of all, loves Daddy, with all your heart, soul and might.

Won’t you mind, telling me your story?
Of how Daddy painted your sky oh so starry,
And things that make you tear or merry,
And dreams and passions that so fiery.

Hand in hand, a synergy defined,
Of you and me and Daddy so divine,
Let love overflow, and joy never so fine,
And heart and faith, daily refined.

Curious am I to ask you of this,
Ever had Daddy sang you a song of me?
Yes, a rhythm that goes about a little Miss,
Along with her beauty, unique it may be.

Oh, for us to meet, one blessed day,
For if it’s Daddy’s will, He’ll make a way,
A mere delusion, hope not I pray,
Till Daddy’s timing, come what may.

I hope you’ll read this letter one fine day,
So my dreams won’t be let in lay,
Mister Tall Hat, though you may be far away,
Your happiness I’ll pray, day after day,

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

2006-11-02T12:57:00.002+08:00

Where could the little mouse be, in a star sea galaxy?
Can you see her, little boy, with the telescope you bought yesterday?
Can you see her, Captain Hawk, through your adventurous nights in the wild oceans?
Can you see her, Billy and Jane, through your countless courtship at night?
Can you see her, Daddy, You who paint them beautifully on the velvet galaxy?

On the endless galaxy, there the little mouse stood,
By the right of the valiant white bear,
By the far left of the elegant snow swan,
In front of noble wise owl,
And yes, at the back of swift black stallion.

On top of her voice, she bloom a little melody,
Along with all others, resonating a pleasing harmony,
Flooding void with sweet, sweet symphony,
But what difference will it make,
If the little mouse silent her petite voice?

“So, sing to me, Daddy, again and again and again,
Sing to me, Your beautiful songs of the Hope and Dreams,
Let darkness shut silence by Your lyrics,
And nothingness to be filled with Your opus,
Again and again and again, sing to me the song of You,
And I will sing and dance, for You, forever and evermore…”

Wonderful Friend

2006-11-02T12:57:00.001+08:00

Oh what wonderful joy this is,
Like being thrown thousands of kisses,
Though it seems very amiss,
Cause I did nothing to deserve this.

How this tale should I say?
No words can it portray,
But ain’t I putting it to lay,
So, lend me your ear, if you may.

This is a story about a friend,
He who you always in need,
And He who always there indeed,
He who neither flee nor fade nor bend.

I still remember the night just by,
Angry with Him, I know not why,
Wretched and wrenched, I shut Him away,
Sick in the spirit, I cry and cry.

At my doorstep, He chose to remain,
Forsaken from my sight one whole night,
But neither fair nor dry nor rain,
Will He forsake me from His sight.

There He still is, when morning came,
His ever beautiful smile still the same,
In gentle voice, He whisper my name,
“Good morning, I’m glad you came”.

Then He hand me a gift oh so lovely
Pretty stars wrapped in pink ribbons,
To delight me from my misery,
That I may dance with Him in merry.

Oh what wonderful friend You are,
Who gave none less but many more,
Even after what happened the night before,
You still give, and give even more.

Oh so sorry, my wonderful friend,
To cause Your heart to hurt and bleed,
But You just smile and whisper gently,
“I’ve forgotten, my wonderful friend.”

Crossroad

2006-11-02T12:56:00.001+08:00

The little mouse let out another sigh. There she was…is still is. Standing still at the same spot for hours, or maybe even days. Head turn left. Head turn right. Sigh… yet another crossroad to crack her little head.

To journey to little town Nephille. Or to venture into the big city Damious. Both of the places are extremely wondrous. No doubt about that. And not that she is lodging any mousie judgment on any of the places. But definitely, she can’t be in two places at once.

Sigh…

“Go left…” One voice claimed. Huh? Who are ‘you’?

“Go right…” Didn’t ‘you’ just said go left? Or are ‘you’ not the same ‘you’?

Are ‘you’ me? Speaking too loudly in mind. Agitating at heart for a move forward. Attempting to be Miss I-know-everything-thus-should-control-everything, again?

Or, are ‘you’ the despicable ‘you’. Murmuring loathsome lies by the ear. Aiming to erupt an obnoxious catastrophe within the soul.

Or, mayhap, ‘you’… really ‘You’? The one and only One who can shepherd the little mouse out from her elaborated mind maze. Speak loudly dear One. For Your words are true light that guides one out from the darkest cave. What is this mousie labyrinth to You who can do all things.

Forgive this little mouse of her ignorance at times. Let Your voice be prominent and lucid. And torch the way for her.

To pass this crossroad, and come to another one. And another… and another… All in the journey to Your kingdom.

The Race

2006-11-02T12:55:00.001+08:00

On one particular fellowship meeting, leader bear, as usual, post a particular question to the members of the fellowship.

“If life is a race to Christ-likeness. And the track of the race is divided into ten sections. With marks from 1, 2, 3 and so on to 10. Whereby, each mark represents your current state of your spiritual life. And 10 mark the end of the track. A mark which represents sheer perfection. Faultless and sinless. Where do you think you are at?”

Ponder. Ponder. Ponder.

As each member shared their mark, the little mousie heart began to ponder. Oh dear, where am I now?

Definitely not 10 for sure. No one on the face of the earth had ever, ever, step foot on celebrated mark No. 10. Err… well… there is one actually. More than two thousand years ago, Jesus leaped to mark 10 the moment He was born.

7 or 8?? The little mousie gave herself a little no-no head shake. Don’t think this little mouse is worthy enough to receive such generous score. Still sinful. Still selfish. Still immature. There is still much room for improvement.

2 or 3 or 4 maybe?? Hmm… now the little mouse felt like she’s depriving herself. She’s not that evil. Not that wicked. Not that obnoxious.

Although still anxiously searching for her mark on the race, time never gave way. Soon, it was her turn to share.

Huh? Now? Me? Oh Lord, won’t You gave me a number? Silence. Or maybe the thumping of her heart overwhelmed the His gentle whisper.

“FIVE!” she blurted out. Just to be on the safe side, she thought. She let out a sigh…

Soon, the fellowship dismissed. Late at night, in her little solitary room she built in her mind, she posted the question to herself again. And this time, the answer was much clearer. It’s none other than the oh-so-famous number… one… Yeap, numero uno~

One because the goal is God, who is oh-so-perfect. One because there’s still a long way to run. One because of her long list of shortcomings and weakness.

Hey, wait a minute. Aren’t you depriving yourself? Ain’t that low self-esteem I sniffed? Aren’t you supposed to rate yourself aptly? Isn’t that ignorance towards Him?

Well, the truth is, the little mousie does not really know where she is on the track of life. Maybe she’s at mark 2 or 4 or 6 or 7 or whatever. Who knows? But her oblivious heart says she’ll still at mark 1.

One because she still want to continue to run. Faster each step. Harder each moment. Maybe because she knew herself a little more than any of you would. If she knew she is at 7 or 8 or 9, she might slow down.

“Besides, you have work so hard. Perfection is just a few steps away. Why not give yourself a little rest?” Her mousie heart will be easily tempted by such simple words. Pride will loom. Ignorance will manifest. Self sufficient will triumph. Who? God? I am god~!

From running to walking. From walking to sitting. From sitting to laying. Before long, you’ll slumber your way to the starting point of the race.

A brilliant start does not guarantee an applauded end.

Thus, one. Whether it’s 3 or 5 or 7 or 8, the little mouse will still see it as 1.

But won’t the little mouse feel dreadfully distant from God? Nay. He’s always running towards her.

Grace

2006-11-02T12:54:00.001+08:00

Grrrrmmm… The sudden, inevitable sound was so loud it shook the ground she’s standing. Never thought a mouse’s tummy could be so thunderous.

She looked around, looking for any sight of the sun. Gone. The sun had set long time ago. Abundance of time must have flown away.

She peek her wrist watch. Eight in the evening? Already? She rubbed her tiny black eyes and blinked twice. Oh dear, I have to quicken my pace.

Fifty more toddler chicos to feed. Working in a chico farm isn’t as easy as many presume, especially after the mating season. That when all the female chicos lay about ten to fifteen eggs each, no thanks to the male chicos. The young ones, however, are undeniable extremely adorable. It’s as small as your fist, smaller even if you have big hands. Big, shimmering brown, exceptionally innocent eyes. Their teeny-weeny body covered with immature sunrise-yellow fur-like feathers. Small, cute beak. Its musical squeal for its mommy. Well, their “musical cry” can get very annoying when there are over hundreds of them.

Despite their little annoyances, she likes her job very much. Seeing each and every little chico grow makes her heart smile a little wider. Witnessing her tall, strong chicos marching alongside with the Ruby Brigade is one of her ultimate pleasures.

Whoops… mind drifted away… again. Back to work!

Then, suddenly, the little mouse senses a heavy fog of supreme pride looming…

“Yoohoo there!” There she was. Standing across the road. Clad in a pink mink coat, with an enormous gold chain wrapped around her neck. The little mouse could not recognize her at a glance. It’s only when she starts waving her, the sheen of the gigantic diamond rings pierced through the night darkness. It was her old friend, bulldog.
“Mousie-dear, what in the world are you doing here?” marched out the words with an odd accent.
“I am helping Mrs. Keilog to feed the younglings. She is …”
“Oh dear me! Working, still? At this time? When you are supposed to be in the comfort of your home?”
“You see, Mrs. Keilog…”
“Tsk~ tsk~! Why suffer so much for so little Dil! I doubt Mrs. Keilog is paying you for the extra sweat you’re pouring.”
“Actually, no, it’s because…”
“Now, now… you ought to learn more from me. Be more money-minded! For goodness sake, you will not earn anything if you kept on with your ill-fated ignorance. I tell you, this is how the world works. No matter how hard you toil and strive, they will still never, never ever, ever ever, will appreciate you. Mark my word! They will use you until your very last breathe. What will you gained then? Zippo! Nil! Zilch! Nothing… Have your faith build strongly on money! Let it be your inspiration, your utmost desire, your pillar! Because with it, you will gain EVERYTHING! Money, power, status, money, clothes, jewelries, money, mansion, oh, and have I mentioned money?” said the bulldog excitingly. Her sinister giggle and her gleaming eyes were very much disturbing.
“But… you see…”
“Ah! The time, the time! Wish I could stay to chat, sweetie, but I got a dinner appointment with some awfully charming chaps. And, you ought to get some good shut-eye. Your complexion looks deadly miserable.”
“…”
“Ta ta…” she said, with her usual finale pose before strutting away.

The little mouse was finally alone. She let out a long, silent sigh…

“All I want to say was Mrs. Keilog is not feeling very well today. Besides, even if she was not sick, I would still volunteer to help. Because if she was the only one doing all the work, she would not able complete until sunrise. She had asked me to go home, but I chose to stay.”

For the love for her dear friend, her work and the hungry little chicos.

Was it wrong to help? Was it wrong to work hard? Did she really not gain anything? The sweat she shed surely could not buy her the little pink dress she had her eye on last week. Nor the sound of the hungry tummy could get her the mouth-watering dinner set at Capier’s Corner. Diamond rings? Sapphire necklaces? Rubies? Bah~! Dream on, little mouse. Another ten years of hard labor, maybe.

So, the little mouse lives poorly and pitifully. Suffering and dragging the weights of agony through the days of her pathetic life. Alone. Meaningless. A testimony of ultimate hopelessness…

The end…

Ok ok… Just joking. That’s not how her mousie journey is going to end. Or at least, she hopes so.

All of the sudden, there was silence among the noisy bunch. Shock, the little mouse glares around. She felt like she just fell into the velvet mattress of the Milky Way. The twinkling and so most dazzling eyes of the little chicos was like the stars on the darkest night.

Somehow understood her little mousie feeling, they gathered around her.

Aww…. Ain’t that cute. Bet not even Duke McMorriche encounter this as often as he encounters weight gain. She was glad she had stayed and helped. There maybe many things can only be bought by worldly wealth. But there are definitely more many, many, many things that can’t be bought by even the richest man in the world. Like the smiles on the chicos’ cute little faces (now everyone, say “Awww….”). Or how about seeing a rainbow after a horrible storm. The feeling when you dance, jump, sing and shout for you just can’t contain the abundance of joy. Or even when you just are having a cup of hot chocolate on a cold, cold night. And even the old lady you once help cross the road remembered your name.

And especially, you know, every morning you wake up, He’ll be there to greet you.
When you’re sick, He’s next to you.
When you cry, He’ll hug you.
When you fall, He’ll pick you up.
When you’re tired, He’ll carry you.
When you sleep, He’ll lull you.
When you walk away from Him, He’ll woo you back.

In your every breathe, He’ll whisper “I love you” to your ears.

All these, can’t be bought; diamonds, gold, cash, whatsoever. Can’t be robbed, raid or deprived. Can’t be bartered with toil or sweat or blood. Nor can it be earned with truck load of good deeds.

It’s granted by grace.

Now, won’t you want that too?

How mousie of me

2006-11-02T12:53:00.003+08:00

Squeak squeak squeak… The little annoying sound I make. How I wish I could chirp and tweet. Maybe, at least, I don’t sound so … err… mousie? But was it really the sound? Or the seed of the sound? Special breed of boredom, dreary and monotony. To me, it’s something. To me, it’s fascinating. Pure stupidity and naive, you think so? I am, but, a little mouse.

Little, furry, squeaky. Am I that terrifying? That even massive elephants run screaming at the sight of me. Are my blunt teeth are of fangs? Or my fur is of needles and spikes? Or my tiny paws are of claws? Or do I emit a horrible stink? If not, why you are standing on your chairs and tables? With your mouth opened wide. Out came a thunderous shout. That sends me running back into my hole. I am, just, a little mouse.

All those cheesey wheesey cakes I craved. Chocolate cheese cakes and marble cheese cakes are my ultimate favourites. I truly absolutely love to laugh and sing and dance. Above all, I sincerely want to love. Willing to love. Yearning to love. I got so much to give. And so much more desire to give. I am, truly, a little mouse

Oh, no, I am not made of steel nor wood. I have a heart. My heart can bleed when pierced. My eyes could cry when my heart bleed. I want to be loved. Want to be taken care of. Want to be cherished. Want to feel accepted. I have dreams, too, you know. Of candies and sweets and everything nice. I am, still, a little mouse.

Punishment. Someone once told me. Punishment. His voice echoed every moment. What I did so wrong, that this “curse” fell upon me? Certainly I can argue for days, months and even years why I deserve even more. But surely, the Creator does not deserve all these doubts but all worthy of my faithfulness. How contradicting can I be?

Guess, I am, all in all, a little mouse.

Saturday

2006-11-02T12:53:00.001+08:00

The little mouse stared at the tall, ancient grandfather Clock. She has been looking intently, intensively and impatiently for quite a long while. Sometimes, she wonders. Was it her imagination that the second hand had stopped moving? It better had not. ‘Cause if it stopped, it means the minute hand will stop. Which means the hour hand will stop. Which means... the time will stop??? How absurd can this sound?

But it’s a fact. It’s true. Today is STILL Saturday. But, yesterday was Saturday. And the day before yesterday was Saturday. The week before weeks before was also Saturday. Or at least she thinks so. Or maybe, her mousie eyes were right. The grandfather Clock has been ticking like a great-great-grandma snail.

Will tomorrow be another Saturday? Or maybe, prior to that question, will tomorrow ever come? Has the Clock really given up moving Its hands?

Please, don’t, the little mouse begged and plead and cried. Please, move Your hands, O'mighty Clock. Tick… tick… tick… For the sound is so abundantly yearned and craved.

Each second is another step away to one minute. Each minute is one pace nearer to one hour. Every hour is one moment closer to tomorrow.

Sunday.

Roller Coaster

2006-11-02T12:52:00.001+08:00

Ever wonder. Why such exuberance amusement ride could be so scary?
Ever wonder. How did those pricey tickets to the ride landed in her hand?
Ever wonder. When the little mousie seated her little self on the red cushion chair?
Ever wonder. A thousand wonders which wonder another thousand?

Surely, roller coaster isn’t any grand fashion trend that Miss Serenity or Miss Solace would ever mirror. It, too, ain’t any win-win business strategy for Mr. Capitalist would ever wish to be involved in. Ain’t too a joke funny-clown Jovial would laugh at.

Not forgetting Adolescence and his younger brother, Little Kid. The elder thinks he’s tough enough for anything. The younger does not even know what tough means. Romeo and Juliet do not fancy it either. If they would, their love story would be happy-ever-after rather than such tragic ending.

Still, every one of them is here. Seated in the roller coaster.

Up and up and up it paces. Down and down and down it plunges. As though there is no end to its plummet. Round and round and round it goes. Dancing somewhat gracefully on its twirling tracks.

Scuttle without direction or guide. With much immense swiftness. Through the dark tunnel of despair. Overturned again and again at loops of anxiety. Smidge through the acidic river of tears. Plunge down to the abyss of agony. Scurry through the fiery burrow of rejection and anger.

Yell. Scream. Cry. When this train ever tranquil?

“Wooooh, little lady, watcha yelling for?”
“Huh? Where’s voice comes from?” the little mouse pondered in her midst of confusion.
“Yo! I’m da Driver, little lady. Nice to meet ya~” There seated in the front seat, a Man with rainbow colored bandana covering part of His shoulder-length, wavy silky dark hair.
“Driver? This mad-charging-roller coaster actually has a Driver???”
“Err… yea… not many do really notice. Or, how should I put it, don’t even bother to notice? But, ya, I am da Man in control of this baby.” He turned around, pulled down his big, gold rimmed, dark sunglasses and gave an assuring wink.
“Errm…. Could You at least slow down? I mean, it’s so fast. It might crash and all of us will… will…”
“Come on, little lady, trust me. As long as I am in da driver’s seat, I am in control. And when I am in control, everything is going be way so great.”
“…”
“Trust me. Cool with it?”
“Cool, Dude…”

Well, at least it has a Driver. Somehow, after their little introduction chat, her little mousie heart felt more at peace. Guess this little mouse has to learn how to trust this... err... cool Dude.

In control, eh? This could be a very blissful roller coaster ride after all.

Deep Well

2006-11-02T12:51:00.000+08:00

This well is deeper than I thought,
A blink of light is not at sight,
Stuck at the bottom, I wish I was out,
The torment was worse that I ever expect.

Fill, oh Lord, this well full drip by drip,
For every little drop I yearn and crave,
Let me float back up there,
In the sunlight, again, I wish to dance.

Ode to My Lovers

2006-11-02T12:50:00.000+08:00

Lovers I have devalued,
What lost I had nurtured,
With my bare hands and mind immatured,
All hope and love I slaughtered,
When pain is felt and the heart bleed,
Is it too late I realized?

Lover of my soul and heart,
Sins and shame, I will truly repent,
In You I want to truly trust,
My heart, spirit and mind I wish convert,
Back to Your presence, I to find hope, peace and rest.

Friends and family I truly love,
A heartfelt gratitude is what I can give,
For you had stand with me alongside,
Carried me when I can’t pace,
These moments, I will not ignore.

Take note this very day!
Try not to blink if you may,
Out will come a great vase from the clay!
Your patience will surely pay,
The end will be a celebration with gay!

Birthday Wishes

2006-11-02T12:44:00.001+08:00

Yahooooo~! Birthday is coming… Well, actually not really. The little mouse looked at her calendar and counted the number of days to go. As much as she enjoys the celebration, she definitely would not want to be “another year older”. She looked at her birth date. She leaned closer and whispered, “Take your own sweet time, ok. There is no rush, so don’t hurry”. She winked at her birth date, as if it can really hear her!

The little mouse certainly has gone through a number of birthdays. Now, there, several does not mean plentiful or numerous or abundance. So, don’t you think she’s that old!!

She could still remember each and every birthday wishes she made. Every time before she blows her birthday candles, she will, never fail, make a wish. When she was just a wee little mouse, she always wished for more toys! Electronic choo-choo train. Beautiful, gorgeous dolls. Soft and cuddly plushies. Everything a child ever wants!

Then, before she ever knew, she had grown out of it. Entered, the “not-a-child-not-yet-an-adult” episode. Woo~! Was her mind confused. She did not know what she really wants.

More pocket-money to equip her with popularity?
Streets of secret admirers singing Paul Anka’s “Put your head on my shoulder”?
Exam grades that will certainly turn Albert Einstein green in envy?
More attention from peers, friends, family and even strangers?
Aladdin’s genie in the lamp to grant her 3 wishes?
A wish to grant her another 3 wishes?

But her heart was locked on one and only one thing. This “thing” is not rare, but yet very hidden. Not apparent but yet fills the entire ambience. Cannot be eaten nor drink, but can be taste and felt. Many think it’s small, silly and shy, but it is definitely the mightiest of all.

Kings and knights and warriors hunt for it. But no war can conquer it. Rich merchants and noblemen offered their precious wealth for it. But it cannot be traded with gold and silver. Swashbucklers cross the seven seas, climb every mountain and walk every valley in search of it. But not in caves and canyons it’s found, but at your very own doorstep.

Wooh~ sound a bit too exaggerating, doesn’t it? Well, at least this is what the little mouse thinks of it. It was none other than…. *drum rolls please*... LOVE!

Got you there! What were you thinking anyway?

Every birthday, without fail, she would say in her little heart, “I wish for LOVE”. However, she did not know why she wished for such vague and all-embracing subject. And how is she going to know that her wish has come true? Nevertheless, she did not bother for the details.

She tilted her head up. There must be at least a dozen of birthday wishes on love. “You listened to every single one of them, didn’t You?” she smiled. She felt that He smiled and nodded.

“Thank You. Thank You. Thank You. For You, the Holy One, had always and will always listen to my every wish, prayer and tears. Even when I had not known You. Or even when I refused to believe in You. And rebelled every of Your word and Your ways. You will, still, listen to my birthday wishes. Every year, without fail. And You bestow that little wish of mine. How blind can I be? That Love… was, is and will be… standing in front of me, arms stretch out wide, ready to give its heart out.

How wonderful! You knew this wish of mine, before I was even born. And grant it in abundance. You are always standing in front of my doorstep, regardless of the rain or the sun. Day and night. Waiting for me to open my door. Now that I have opened, I finally realized. That Love is You, and You are Love. And I’ve got You! My wish came true!

So for the next birthday, instead of wishing the same wish, I would like to say Thank You. For You, had and always will be, by my side. Listening this little mouse’s birthday wish and granting it even she felt she does not deserved it…

Thank you Lord, for Your everlasting Love.

I love You, too…”

Death and Resurrection

2006-10-30T12:58:00.000+08:00

27th March 2005. The date embedded in her heart, mind, spirit and soul. A day never to be forgotten. The day the darkness wailed in vain, as it plunges down to a bottomless pit.

27th March 2005. A funeral that celebrates her death was held the very this day. Yes, she died on this date. Drown by water. It was her free will to step into the depth. Suicide, you presume? Murder more to it.

She had been standing by the sea cliff for quite some time. Her feet itching to take the another step. The last step. She turned to the sky and asked out loud, “Should I, or should I not?” She paused for an answer.

Waakkkkk… Waaakkkk… Nothing was heard but the disturbing wails from the black crows. They seemed to be everywhere she goes. Noise. She wished they just disappear.

Conclusion. She had decided. To take the very step of obedience. For the love for Him to be known by all. To go through what He had been. To be completed and understood what He meant when He said, “It had finished”.

What good is it, when you declare you love Him whole-heartedly for eternity. But dare not marry Him? A simple command. Abundance of faith required.

The little mouse began to lift her feet…

Waakkk… Waakkk… The crows shrieked even louder. Their numbers increased, forming a dark muddle around her. They will not give her up. They will not let her go. She was “belonged” to them!

Their noise tightened around her neck. Fear and terror wrapped around her mind. Heavy, dark, smog clogged her throat and lungs. What meant to be beautiful turned despicable in her eyes. Tears out of no reason…

Sight, although very much obscured, she saw… A Dove, white as the water, bright as the sun. It looked back at her. A warm smile. Hope.

Her eyes locked on to the little Dove. Her hand reached forward to touch it. Just a touch of its feather… her heart determined. Up lift, her heavy, bounded feet… There is no turning back. She had decided. The last step… completed…

Plunged. Down she fell in the water, back-down, face-up, eyes closed. She could still hear, the cries of the crows. Defeated. Powerless. “Serve you right”, she smiled. Splashed. Her whole body immersed deeply into the water. Drowning into the bottomless ocean. Dead, at last. She “murdered” her ownself.

Then came two hands. Bright, beautiful and glorious. Held her little hands. Lifting her up from the ocean water. As she reached the surface, she gasped for air. Her eyes slowly opened, just a peek, she wanted to see. Oh, what glorious sight! The bright, beautiful golden sun. The cotton-white clouds. Birds singing in the sky. Fishes dancing in the water.

And the Dove! Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Did she die? Yes she did. It was really her funeral this very day. But, who is she who is standing on the surface of the ocean? She was resurrected. Her birthday as well. She a newborn infant. She had “murdered” her past. No longer now holding any bondage on her. Freedom! A God-given second chance. She has now declared to the world, her marriage with Him. And pronounced that she is His loving daughter. Never will she regret of this, ever.

Hallelujah! All praise to the King!

Amen!

Sunday, 27th March 2005, Easter Day.
After about a year relationship with her Heavenly Father, the little mouse took the step of faith, love and obedience and was baptized with water on this very day at New Life Restoration Centre, Petaling Jaya, Malaysia. Amen.

“Therefore, I tell you, do not worry…”

2006-10-30T12:49:00.000+08:00

Once, on the way to Hreilm City to visit one of her long lost friend, the little mouse met someone intriguing. Very much inspired by her new friend’s faith and strength, the little mouse decided write her friend’s life story into her journal.

This is her story...

“Dawn. The air is cool. The tingling sensation when hundreds of little, cold dew touches my skin. Oh, such marvel. Inhaled deeply, the fragrant morning breeze. Inhaled deeply, again and again and again… The sky is still dark; I could still see the moon. The sun is rising, the sun is rising… my heart pounded. I will miss the moon though, even as I am crazing for the sweet taste of sunshine.

Break of dawn. The first glimpse of the golden sun was majestic. Look at the clouds! The matrimony between red, orange, blue and purple never as perfect as this. Or, at least, I think so.

Morning. I am all packed with enough water to go on for the whole today! Anticipating the very best to happen. Not minding the wind that blows. There’ll be wind, for sure, whether it is just a light gust or an enormous storm. They may be tough. I may fall and cry too. But once the wind has passed, I know, for sure, I’ll reap another star.

Afternoon. The heat is getting immense. The water in me is drying up fast. Oh, my head. The heat is really hurting my head. Not forgetting the wind, swaying me left and right and left again… Now, don’t you worry about me. You might think I will fall. But I won’t. How about the water, you say? I thought I told you. I had enough water for the whole day.

Evening. Finally. Birds are starting to return to their humble abode. As they flew pass me, they stopped to admire me. Oh yes, I am truly a beautiful sight! Clad in silky, pearl white dress. With a shimmering diamond tiara on my head. Even King Solomon was never dressed as beautiful as me.

Night. Everywhere is dark. And not forgot to mention, eerie. Fear and worry lurking in the darkness. Panic heightened. Guilt emerged. Loneliness... Am I truly alone? No! I won’t fall for that same, o’ lame trap. I am not alone. Was never and will never. He’s always with me. He’ll never forsake me. That is why, even in the darkness, I can still find light.

5 minutes till midnight. I begin to count every minute left. Exhausted. Water in me running dry.

4 minutes till midnight. Thirst conquering me, creeping from the bottom at my feet.

3 minutes till midnight. Will I survive? I surely will. Definitely.

2 minutes till midnight. Tired and weary. Been standing up right for the whole day. My legs felt fatigue. I can’t stand up right.

1 minute till midnight. Lord, HELP!

Midnight. Down flow glorious Milk from Heaven. Such wondrous rain. Filling my well full again. Oh Lord, what am I to do without You. For I am just a lily at a field. I neither toil nor spin. But yet You clothed me warm and beautiful, and grant me my everyday provision. You take away my worry and weary. And shower me Your Holy presence.

I am all up and fully armored and filled. Ready for today’s adventure. How about tomorrow, you say? Well, tomorrow is another story…”

Mathew 6: 25 - 33
25 "Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? 26 Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? 27 Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature?
28 "So why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; 29 and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. 30 Now if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?

31"Therefore do not worry, saying, "What shall we eat?' or "What shall we drink?' or "What shall we wear?' 32 For after all these things the Gentiles seek. For your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. 33 But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you. 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.

Welcome to the One of the Best Town in the World!

2006-10-30T12:35:00.000+08:00

The train finally came to a stop. After hours and hours of sitting on the hard wooden chair, the little mouse was greatly relieved she has reached her destination. She had to admit it, that the scenery throughout the long, tiring journey was breathtaking! It was like a never-ending painting with lushes of green, sprinkles of red, purple and yellow and wholesome of blue and cotton-soft white. Simply majestic, the Creator’s art.

The little mouse tried to stand. Oh, her back and her bottom! She felt like she is 50 years older. How she wished she sat on a soft, plush cushion instead of the hard old wood all through the rough and bouncy journey. Don’t think the First Class passengers have to bear with it.

Nevertheless, she hurriedly reached out for her luggage and squeezed along with many, excitingly to get the first glimpse to this wonderful town.

Town? A city more to it. In fact, it’s a metropolis!

It is a metropolis with EVERYTHING! From little boys games to the latest invention. Flowers, technology, fashion, entertainment, food… You named it, they got it. Many around the world are dying to come here. And once they are here, they got so addicted to this place that they wouldn’t want to leave. Well, some got bored and left. Or should I rather say, A HANDFUL of them got bored and left. Nonetheless, the town has really grown tremendously.

The little mouse was at first reluctant to come. 120 Dil for the Economy Class train ticket, hours and hours of bouncing up and down on a wooden chair, the hassle of getting an accommodation, time off from her everyday work. Wonder why everyone is so addicted to this place?

Then, why she came anyway? Princess Jeannie and her younger sister Princess Chingaling of Eladour shown her the photos that they had taken during their journey there.

“I have to admit it, it was splendid! You ought to visit it when you have the time,” the younger sister said.

“I agreed with the first statement, my dear. But not the second one. You ought to visit it IMMEDIATELY. And do tell me your experience there. And, oh, and we might meet there!” exclaimed the elder sister with much exhilaration.

Out of peculiarity, she took some time off, brought the train ticket, and now she HERE!

Excitingly, she stepped down the train stairs. As soon as her little mousie feet hit the ground, she looked up to the beautiful blue sky and shouted in her heart…

“Welcome to one of the best town in the world… BLOG!”