Clear Resolution

Sense of relief for a protector Secure in my dad’s hands of protection
Thanking the Lord
Appreciating my dad

Sensing her to insert more guilt to me
Only think of my husband’s feelings
Solely protecting him and shift care of me
Wish to be free

Speaking up for myself
Does she ever bothers to listen to my heart?
Does she cares my insecure feelings?
Does she ever really respect me?

The one whom she cares most
Do not even appreciate her efforts at all
And even dare to chase her out of the house
Not keeping his promise

The silent one whom she cares
Cares her feelings too much
Choose to keep quiet of own opinion
To bring happiness to her

Being the silent one is
Treated like a fool
Treated useless
Taking my kindness for granted

Still I am committed to
Care my parents at old age
Now is the time to earn income
Reluctantly to enter into leadership


Inspiration On: Friday, 5 February 2016

BL recuperates from her mini heart attack; compliments my personal cv writing to apply for teacher. Then she poses a question that helps me to think through. “post sounds good but u hv not explained why you should get the job. below is too broad. pls try again. follow the ad and add into description. when must u submit? I have to focus on preparing for launch. A lot still not done … don’t think I can do much till Wed or so.” Then she suggests to meet up again and help me to find my focus. I thank the Lord and appreciate her kindness.

My mum brings my son downstairs to take school bus. The school bus boss sincerely comes to my block to seek resolution on the fetching point. However, he disbelieves his employee speaks such threats. My dad confronts, “how can a child lie?” Since he is so sincere, my dad agrees on the fetching point. Then he rebukes the driver’s words. From this, I see the truth and people’s lie towards me. I appreciate those who are direct and honest with me.

Finally, I speak up to my mum that I can’t stand those who don’t admit their mistakes and shift the blame to others. To add more to the fuel is to change the facts. Make right to look wrong. Make wrong to sound right. Then I share about my cousin Apo whose husband physically abuse her. Until now I remember such sight. I don’t want another second case of physical abuse. Then I point out that dad admits when he is in the wrong, doesn’t hit women, and honest. When she replies that my husband has good points, I abruptly explain myself. Yes! I know he has good points. I have been using his good points to comfort myself. In the end, it proves wrong. I remind her accusations, dad and my siblings against me. “Why aren’t you satisfied? You have a husband and son. Why do you still demand career?” She seems shocked. The more I explain myself. His lies and even his personality problem make me can’t stand to stay at home. Already being kind, he demands more. I have enough! Might as well I work! Then I share about my thoughts. Being kind to others without anything in return is alright. I hate it for others to demand more and bite me! I hate it when my kindness is being returned with evil!

Though I feel better to voice out about my feelings, I feel bad too to hurt her. I want her to wake up to her senses to stop her hurting words and always think all her opinions are correct. I do appreciate her kind help. Inside I feel bad to be so ruined and broken in my marriage life due to caring my parents’ feelings to get married instead of voicing out my own opinions. In the end, I lose my independence. My autism gots worse! Losing the structure. So fearful. Develop sociophobia. Psychological, mental and physical abuse occur. Diagnosed with anxiety disorder and depression. I can’t manage myself. Spiritually declining. Hanging onto my Lord and Saviour like a mad fellow. Crying non-stoply until my nurse friend diagnoses me with bipolar. Instead of being understood, always get scolded. This is the pain of being the only Christian in the family. The immense anguish to be a protector but failed terribly. I crave for an environment where I can truly share my heart. God hears my heart and will provide.

Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Keeping Silence

Keeping Silence
Being respectful
Being caring
About my parents’ feelings
Keeping my silence
Imbues misunderstanding cues
Treated as a slow response
Rebuked to speed up my mental agility


Inspiration On: Monday, 9 November 2015

My dad analyzes that Singapore law is too money minded. Though I haven’t been having proper income after marriage, the little savings I have been saving is not entitled to free legal aid. He speaks personally to me about my mum and husband. He explains the reason my husband always laugh during dating. It is due to mum always cook good food for him. Mum is also easily being fooled by his courteousness and smiling face during dating with me. Inside my heart, I feel so upset due to not listening to God’s small still voice. I should have listened to God’s voice and make my own stand.

CW wants to talk to me personally about the Christian agency and the volunteers I am looking for to relief my ministry work.

Upon reaching the legal aid, the customer service officer just informs that my little savings is considered not entitled to free legal aid. Mum feels bad for not checking the matter correctly. And I wasted my trip and time to go for the free legal aid. If I use the wasted time to do my work and earn income, that is better. Why is my time always being disturbed with all these things? Being care too much is a pain in the ass. I care about others’ feelings too much. I tend to make things easy for them. Instead of helping me, some people enjoys to make things difficult to me. It’s great to practice my own boundary, say “no” in a polite manner and walk away.

Upon reaching home, dad analyzes the situation. He understands I make mistakes. Through my husband’s character and doing, my dad asks me whether I can stand of being tormented. I keep my silence. I feel bad for my parents and brother to endure humiliation with me. I am feeling worse to listen to them hurrying me to get married. However, my silence is being misunderstood. Why should parents hurrying own daughter to get married? But they tend to give more privilege to their sons. Inside I feel unfair. But I still care for my parents. Again, they dissuade me from publishing my own children’s books. They only care on their own opinions rather than honing their children’s potential. How many times do parents tend to relinquish their children’s potential?

Wish you all have good days and thank you.