The Light

It's undoubtedly been awhile. Life has been such a constant flash each day, time going by ever quickly. It's a wonder how I keep pace and keep track of the occurrences that happen, and every little detail that is worth remembering. I'm thankful for a memory decent enough to recall. Here goes two weeks of eventful days...

A trip to Awana once again is the highlight of the weekend. What seemed just a simple overnight stay turned out to be one of the best weekends I've ever had with college mates. This is really what life is all about. And I dare not forget such exhilarating moments. Heck, I dare not even think of the possibility of crossing out of memory everyone who did make the trip ever more special with their presence. Not one person failed to play a part, not one person left out from the smiles and cheers.

From a good to a bad. The day to leave for the Highlands was also the day of a showdown in the "second" home of mine. One meeting to solve all quarrels, one gathering to settle all disputes. With a mind so caught up with the speed of the passing days I calmed just in time to expel the innermost feelings and judgments which made up the core of my ill thoughts about where I stood in the hierarchy of us all. And presented them I did with thankfully and open and sound conscience. Faithfully hanging on to the sanctity and sanity of everything in the hope that things will all be smooth from now on.

The silver screen always had an attraction for someone like me who lacked talent in the fine arts, second only to music. And so happens that I was asked to play a role as the lead male in a music video remake of Taylor's Love Story for a college assignment. Yes, tell me this when I was crazily into her music and I would have dropped dead for sure. The shoot brought me to the French Village at Bukit Tinggi, Pahang, a wonderful beauty of a place, as well as the Hospitality Block at college. Two days over the weekend of playing dress up and constant video shooting. Of trying to understand Chinese and stoning. Of being silenced in the most peculiar way possible. All in all, one great experience. I look forward to the release of the clip. Now that's something worth waiting for.

I mentioned music, did I? Out of the blue here comes a talent show competition in campus, and I found myself being as nosy as ever and joining it. One entry as a solo, another as a duet partner or accompanist, whichever term suits the situation best. We made it through the auditions, and Wednesday begins the journey. I have no high hopes at all to be frank, yet I shall give it all I've got. The experience matters, and that is what I shall be convincing myself to believe in all the way.

And that, folks, was a brief wrap up of the happenings around. Oddly enough I am speaking so direct on these day-to-day events, yet I think it is just a passing trance. One full of work and stress. To the extent of altering a blogging perception and style. Worrisome indeed.

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A day out can either mean as little as the drizzle before a storm, or as much as the hurricane winds that make up the sky. To me, it was a wonder of a day. Words run out of meanings, phrases lose their sentiments, rhymes ebb out into the abyss of cheery feelings. I'm trotting on ground I've rarely ventured on, but its a chance I am willing to take. Such is the conviction to not look back and instead, move on forward. Braver and bolder. And definitely with unforeseen perseverance and much needed care. I ain't gonna back away.

To the One above, guide me, I beg Thee.