Kids Work Backward

Truth hurts
Continue to learn to give thanks
Deep within
Awake to awful reality
About myself

“Kids work backward”
That echoes repetitively deep inside
Is it a blessing or curse?
Hurting my self-confidence and self-esteem
Needing the Lord to intervene

Inspiration On: Wednesday, 1 June 2016

I thank the Lord and thankful for the following.

The courage to share to the animation teacher that I feel stuck to consider the focal point and draw according to it. In fact, I feel that I can draw better and clearer without focal point. He explains directly that a child learns through backward. It is important to have art background. I can only thank him. In the bus home, his words always speak in my mind. Lord, do I tire myself easily? So far, it has taken me so far. I pray for internship. In Jesus’ name I pray. I thank You for the unexpected answered prayer for scholarship. I need the right environment, Lord. Let the fish jumps into the new blue ocean. I don’t want to lose the natural abilities You have blessed me with.

The courage to ask my CG’s email addresses to email my current job’s letter of employment. Because I can’t stand the confusion anymore. Suddenly, J asks why need their email address. PL explains yesterday we talk about it. Why Lord? Only PL fully understands.

Realisation of my brain switching around. Mum sees that my eyes looks just cried. She is concerned and wants me to share. I choose to keep quiet. Inside I feel so awful and going to see the real me. A child? Awhile comes the memory of something funny so I laugh in front of mum. Having left and right brain working together is a nightmare.

Scripture “Luke 6:46 Why do you call Me ‘Lord, Lord’, and do not do what I say? 1 Sam 15:22 what is more pleasing to the Lord: your burnt offerings and sacrifices, or your obedience to His voice? Listen! Obedience is better than sacrifice, and submission is better than offering the fat of rams.” from a sister in Christ then she sums it into a point to “Who is in charge of your life? If God is your co-pilot, switch seats.”

Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Blind Love

Love blinds the mind
Eliminates all logical thinking
Right brain takes over
Left brain loses power
Lover revolves around loved one
Nothing else matter
Succumb to instant gratification

Logic rules
Stamped with materialistic

Logic with love
See the future consequences
Plan for the future

Love engulf logic
Follow love blindly
Hurt the most when eyes open
Love turns hate

What is next?
What is best?

Inspiration On: Saturday, 15 June 2013 at 6pm
Inspiration Ends On: Sunday, 16 June 2013 at 12:14pm

This poetry was birthed out whenever I was thinking the phrase “Love is Blind” and compile a certain people, events and circumstances that have crossed my paths.

Constant Nagging

A constant nagging
Deep inside
To finish a task

A constant nagging
Deep inside
Convicting own sin

A constant nagging
Deep inside
To avoid sin again

A constant nagging
Deep inside
To stay away from certain places.

A constant nagging
Deep inside
To do what is right.

A constant nagging
Deep inside
To stop living in the past

A constant nagging
Deep inside
To move forward with courage.

Inspiration On: Wednesday, 15 May 2013 at 8:21pm
Inspiration Ends On: Saturday, 18 May 2013 at 1:35am

I wonder with the sudden words speaking to my mind, “A constant nagging”. Finally, the words flowed out.

Stern & Wary Look

Snatching something from a pocket!
A lollipop in his right palm.
Dad guffaws
Toddler whimpers with hands on air
Dad returns lollipop
Toddler swiftly drop it
Into his pocket.

Sticking in his right palm
Into his pocket
Stern look
Wary look
To guard
His precious lollipop
As he holds his dad’s big palm with his left palm.

Sticking in his right palm
Into his pocket
Stern look
Wary look
Guarding his precious lollipop
Throughout our journey home
Throughout the journey paths
As we walk home.

Inspiration On: Tuesday, 12 March 2013 at 12:15am

In the mall, my husband bought our son two lollipops after our dinner. My toddler gave one lollipop to me then he kept the last one to himself. His dad asked him for his portion. My son asked back the lollipop from me. But his dad didn’t want and chose to pick his portion. He made fun of our son causing him to whimper wanting his lollipop back. The second circumstance occurred until we reached home.

Swaying Butt

Refusing to brush his teeth;
Feet sticking to the wall;
Arms onto grandma’s bed.
Helper shouts for his dad’s help.
His dad enters grandma’s room
With a dark face
Nearing him . . .

Brooh! Brooh! Brooh!
Saliva onto his dad’s face
Hand is going to slap!
But . . .
Swaying butt to the left
Swaying butt to the right
Avoid his slapping hand.
Swaying butt to the left
Swaying butt to the right
Avoid his slapping hand again.

Stop his butt and . . .
Mouth turns downward
Sad . . .
Holding his tears.
He is sorry.
His dad returns to his room;
Downward mouth turns upward

Inspiration On: Saturday, 2 February 2013 at 12:02am

After I reached home from attending self-publishing workshop, my mother and helper reported to me of my toddler’s second mischief. So the above inspiration was birthed forth. During the swaying of butt, my helper laughed until her stomach pain.