MAROLANO

maybe it's God's way of humbling us.
to remind us that our Faith will always be tested.
will we turn to him only in times of need?
will we get frustrated when things start going down down down?
will we blame him for not being there for us, for not answering our prayers?

i really wonder what i did wrong, said wrong, till it comes to this.
it's about time i learn how to embrace the hurt.
not try to neutralise it by inflicting physical pain, or be in denial.
it's about time to internalise the truth that sticks out like a sore thumb.
not deny it.

and for the first time ever,
im really,
truly at a loss.
with nothing to do, nothing to say.
i succumb to the current,
let it sweep me away,
and im not screaming.
for the last time,
take a good hard look,
i'm not okay.

I read it, comprehend it, visualize it, flashback it... but still what's my fault?

If you do have a clue then step up and roleplay to me the right way of being "appreciative"???

Everyday, swiftly and silently, life flows on. The present recedes into the past, the future glides into the present, and then it too vanishes into the past. More quickly than we ever imagined, life's journey draws to an end. The tragedy is that most people are so engrossed, so caught up in the day-to-day busyness of life, that they become aware of this too late. Then at last they reflect how they have striven for things called 'experience' which they did enjoy, and how all their toil apparently helps everything to fall into place but forgetting that there's such thing as 'multitasking' which simply makes everything go plainly wrong.

Anyway, the kiddys were pretty impressive with their performance.

Hopefully full-dress rehearsal goes really well tomorrow.

Hopefully the audio/media system will be in its bestest mood for service.

Hopefully...

I'm loving my six ladies & five guys.
They are trying superbly hard and I'm touched.
Apparently, I foresee myself unable to control something called 'tears'....

Coz I know they know.

Oh God, please grant me extra strength tomorrow.

It seems that time is catching up and that everything is at a halt now.

*Bounce Bounce Bounce*

Tomorrow's the time to tell...

Reina's reliability
Johnson's judgement
Carragher's composure
Skrtel's skills
Agger's alertness
Aurelio's agility
Insua's intelligence
Kyrgiakos's knocks
Degen's delivery
Spearing's spears
Kelly's kicks
Riera's reaction
Kuyt's knowledge
Benayoun's booster
Ngog's nature
Mascherano's magic
Babel's brilliance
Lucas's love
Torres's touches
Gerrard's guarantees
&
Rafa's reassurance

Finally faith falters...

Hopefully happiness heightens...

Some people just loves to make such a fuss without understanding the why of things. Along with everything else, I am losing my lightness, my wit, the things that always got me through. Inside me, I feel as though I am losing a battle in a war that hasn't even be declared. I am a person who understands my limitations and so perhaps unwisely surrounds myself with extraordinary people to lighten my spirits and gives me something to think about. The bottomline is now, in this numbed post-diagnosis state, I could think of no objection. So amazingly, this sends me into a new episode of unretractable tears...

Its just a bad bad bad day.....

21st Ramadhan

Last 9 days will be intense.
Appraisal went well - apparently.
I'm glad though.
& I'm looking forward to a new Term 4
like
PHR & Sports Day & Courses.

& Friends ie My Friends whoever and wherever you are,
we'll meet soon for 'catching up' session.

Oh God, please protect me.
I don't wish to develop a phobia from it.