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A second blog. A new look. A fresh start. A new lease. A new voice. A new life.

Change is inevitable, but in it all, it's still... Just me =)

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My blessing: You. Monday 29 September 2008 |

It's never easy, being far away from the one you love.

Yet, I try, to be happy, to find meaning in life, and to love what I do each day.

But there are still those days where I feel like driving to the airport, jumping onto the next plane to kch, just to see you, for those mere, few, precious hours.

Missing you is an understatement.

Everyday things, that I used to take for granted, are now just greyish blurs, cause you're not here to help me colour them anymore.

And the fact, that all is beyond my control, pains me.

But maybe, this way, we'll appreciate each other more, and take those times where we get to be together, those far apart visits, to love each other, deeper.

There are millions of people in this world...
And yet, we managed to find each other, in the most unexpected of places.
I count that as a blessing.

So don't you go anywhere.



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- jess, yours -

Happy Friday 26 September 2008 |

The happiest moment of my day:

Dying just 5 hours into the call...
And turning on the tap...
Realizing...
That there is, finally, a hot shower.


How easily contented, a person can be.


-jess, happy-

Hope Sunday 21 September 2008 |

Went all things seem to go astray...

And the heart falls apart...

Then He says, "Look my child, the world still turns, and the day will come to an end. And tomorrow, it'll be another day, another promise. Hope, and persevere."



And so, I will.



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'Hope' - Luak Bay, Sept 2008



- jess, hopeful -


Afternote: The picture was taken during one of the many glorious sunsets we get here in Miri. It calms me, and tells me that there is still the bigger picture in the midst of all the chaos. There is still... Hope.

"Love first. Live incidentally." Sunday 14 September 2008 |

I read this in the papers the other day:

"Love first. Live incidentally."


How true.

We tend to live, and search for love. And not realizing, that all along, it's the other way around.

To love others, to love self, to love the things that you do, to love what you do, and your life will, magically, fall together.

So go.
Love.

-jess-

"I miss you." Monday 1 September 2008 |

Tell me why do the tears still fall?

I'm at a new chapter in my life.
I have nice bosses.
I am in the posting that I wanted.
I'm learning something new each day.
I talk to you on the phone daily.

Yet, it's not the same.
I come home, and the heart, these hands, are still empty.


So why do the tears still fall?

Maybe it because I miss you, too much.



- jess, missing you -