A parent's love..

After being in this line for 3 months..I've come to realize something..

A parent's love for their child is immeasurable.

Every time I propose a savings plan for a person, usually I stress that the plan is for their retirement. For their own good when they enter into retirement age.

That doesn't seem to click for them.

But mention that the plan also serves as a way to provide a source of income and legacy for their kids, than they start to sit up.

Parent always place their children above themselves. It doesn't matter to them wether they have any funds for their retirement. Fact is, as long as their children have enough to eat, sleep and finish their education, they are more than contented.

I never realize and felt all this till I met parents of different ages..different background.

But they all the same.





And we can't 'outlove' them back. We can love them back as much as we can, but nothing compares to how much they love us. Grandma once said that a parent's love for their child is like a waterfall, it only gushes down, the water from below can never flow up as much.

I was touched many a times after meeting so many people. And I remember my parent's love for me.

And I remember that God's love for me, is ten fold, a hundred fold, thousands fold, more than how much my mom and dad could love me.

And how, I've taken for granted all these things.

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Thank you.


Thank you.


Thank you.


Ja.

..Home..

It never struck me that I was always proud of my hometown till you mentioned it to me..
O' little town of Alor Setar.

This is where I grew up.





I was naive, protected and very much under exposed.
I used to cycle on these streets. Trips to the library. Trips to 'supermarket'.

I always marvel at the progress we're making everytime I step back home. I'm now actually blogging at "Uncle John's". Something reeally similiar to Old Town Cafe. But we have wi-fi!!

wohoo!

Everything was...and still is simple.
We dressed simple. We ate simple.

Heck, we even talked simple.

From getting muddy at the local padi field, falling into giant longkangs...even flying kites with the strings tied to our bicycles...

Yea..I'm happy that I had a kampung life. We even tried jostling...we imagined that we were knights..with the 'spear-like-thing" ( dunno what that's called) then we charged at one another...thank God our brains went on to " please-don-be-stupid" mode just before we actually made contact..

Ah..the cheap food here.

Nasi lemak = RM 0.30
Wantan Mee = RM 1.50
Chap fan with 3 varietes = RM 2.50
Char Koay Teow extra large = RM 2.50

Living here = Priceless

Just went I thought I've seen it all..

was standing beside a clinic the other day when I spotted this..


This old chap was apparently chatting on his blue tooth set very loudly...was laughing and calling out numbers, jotting them down...

or so I thought...

till I waited a lil while more and realised...

he didn't have any head set on!


Alor Setar is such a friendly town, you don't even need another friend to talk and laugh to..



*shurgs*

I love this town.


Ja.

Of music, and a toast to friendship ^ ^

Did I mention that I love music? ;)

When mom made me take up piano lessons when I was 7 years old I hated it. I hated to practice everyday, I hated to play the same old song again and again till it was perfect just to pass my exam every year.

Miraculously, I finished my piano till grade 8. How I did it, I don't know. But when I finished it, I wasn't proud of any sort of that achievement. I was just glad I'm done with it.

Funny thing is, I'm ever so grateful that mom made me finish it. Cos, now I really love music. :p



I had to chance to do a simple recording with my friend for the insurance company I work for, Great Eastern Life. It's a chinese song, kinda like a motivation song so they needed people to record it full band.

Yea.

Me + my friend = Full Band.

Ironically, Great Eastern contacted my friend's contact to get us to do the job. When he came with the rough track, he said (I quote) " This song is for those losers working at that insurance company to boost their sales..."

I gave him a snort. And quipped" I'm an agent for them."

You should've seen his face. It went from blue to red. Next 20 seconds all I could hear was the apologetic choir coming from his voice.



Nevertheless, it was an enjoyable experience. It's been a while since I went back to the studio, having everything miked up and a pair of earphones and did some recording.


I recorded drums, bass and keys. My friend recorded lead and rhythm guitars.

Something really really basic, but I'm was happy with it. heh.


This is Meng, our recording guy. I like working with him cos he's quite good at it. Real helpful and he even did his own mix on the previous song I recorded with him with my previous band, Ave. I liked it a lot. :)






Enough of that. Remember the times when you were small, and you walked into toys 'R' us? And you could spend the whole day there just looking and staring at the toys with saliva coming out of your mouth?

It's like that for me whenever I walk into a music store.

I literally become a small kid again. I could spend hours there. Just talking to the people there, trying everything.

hmm..I think it's more of gawking..and thinking of ways to rob a bank so that I could get my hands of the stuff...



I walked into Bentley few weeks ago. As usual I loitered there till they closed shop. :p

This is a TAMA Superstar. (if I'm not mistaken)

*deep sighs*

I could almost hear the cymbals calling out my name...namee...name....




This was a surprised. I've visited them so many times, but they didn't show case it.
THEY ACTUALLY SELL CAJONS!

*crap*

I thought I could start a cajon selling business one day.



Anyway.


My Ideal Sunday.

Last sunday was almost something like my favourite kinda sunday.


After a hearty dinner with me bandmates..

checking out a music studio which might be our potential long-term jamming place in the future.



Making connections and testing out guitars..





Pearl Forum Series. The cheaper and more budget drums. But I lurve it. It has a nice heavy and more bassy boom on its bass drum, and the toms gives a deeper stronger feel. For me, beats our church's Yamaha Stage Custom anytime.

The studio offers a set amount of RM 250 a month. Unlimited jamming hours. Just have to book early in advance.

They even offer you half an hour jamming free to 'test drive' ;)

We're gonna check it out this sunday with our own gear and see.





After hanging out at the studio, we headed to SS2 and met up with a bunch of friends.

There's nothing better than chilling at a nice cafe, with nice cool drinks, board games, stupid jokes, catching up, with no obligations to go back cos of work the next day ( public holiday next day)..



and of course, to end with a game of shouting " INTERCEPT" playing Uno..

And laughing at people who has so many cards on their hands till they needed both hands..

heh..


" of music, and a toast to friendship"


Cheers.


Ja.

If I could

If I could do one thing in this life...the ONE thing in this life..

where I don't have to worry about my paycheck..

and I don't have to be concern about building any families or career or watever...

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I just wanna do THIS all my life..

An opportunity

..when you pray for patience, God doesn't give you patience..He gives you an opportunity to become patient..

..when you pray for courage, God doesn't give you courage..He gives you an opportunity to learn how to be courageous..

..when you pray to be close to your family or someone, He doesn't give you a warm, fuzzy feeling, He gives you an opportunity to be get close to him/her/them...

taken from movie Evan Almighty


"Lord I pray for so many things. I ask for so many things. But I've missed so many opportunities. "

When the world comes crashing down on you..
I have only You to find solace..
Hide me under Your wing..
Let me escape in Your presence..

Thank you for sharing your life with me..

Ja.

Come October

Go September..

A lesson learnt..

A friendship fades away..

A new friendship is made...


Come October...

A new focus instilled..

A new direction....

Am I ready for this?...

Am I ready for you?..

I stand at the edge and shade my eyes
The glare from the sun burns..
All I see are mountains and deep valleys

The whistling wind deepens my fears
Shadows creep up to grapple my heart
Fear cripples my heart, crushing down all elements of hope

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Yet, in spite of it all
I have You.
I have Your assurance. Your promises.

and I hold on to it tightly.
so dearly to my heart.

Your providence.
Your faithfulness.
I remember. I remember.

I take a deep breathe.
My eyes fixed on you.
I lift my left leg..
I breathe again.

Let's do it, Father.

and I step in front.