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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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Leaving Tuesday 24 August 2010 |

I've been having trouble sleeping.

I'm not sure whether it's the stress from studying...
Or from the relentless packing....
The exhaustion of moving...
Or the reality of leaving...
That leaves me staring at the ceiling, nightly.

I'm physically, mentally, emotionally...
Exhausted.

Everywhere, hurts.

And sleep, is now, a priced commodity.



This is where it begins.

The part where you wonder whether you've made the right decision to choose to leave.
The part where you realize that you're leaving your friends, and even more, your family.
The part where there's a deep sense of longing, for a little while longer, for a conversation with no end, for just a day more.
The part where you surrender to your bottled up emotions, and let the tears fall.



This, is what it means by leaving.


You pack all your memories into little boxes...
But there are those that you will still have to leave behind.


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-Jess, leaving, for good-

'Love at first sight' Monday 16 August 2010 |



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Love at First Sight



They're both convinced
that a sudden passion joined them.
Such certainty is beautiful,
but uncertainty is more beautiful still.
Since they'd never met before, they're sure
that there'd been nothing between them.
But what's the word from the streets, staircases, hallways --
perhaps they've passed each other a million times?
I want to ask them
whether they remember --
a moment face to face
in some revolving door?
perhaps a "sorry" muttered in a crowd?
a curt "wrong number" caught in the receiver?
but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember
They'd be amazed to hear
that Chance has been toying with them
now for years.
Not quite ready yet
to become their Destiny,
it pushed them close, drove them apart,
it barred their path,
stifling a laugh,
and then leaped aside.
There were signs and signals,
even if they couldn't read them yet.
Perhaps three years ago
or just last Tuesday
a certain leaf fluttered
from one shoulder to another?
Something was dropped and then picked up.
Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished
into childhood's thicket?
There were doorknobs and doorbells
where one touch had covered another
beforehand.
Suitcases checked and standing side by side.
One night, perhaps, the same dream,
grown hazy by morning.
Every beginning
is only a sequel, after all,
and the book of events
is always open halfway through.
 ~ Wislawa Szymborska ~



Sentuh hatiku Sunday 15 August 2010 |

One of my nurses gave me this song today.

And I cannot stop listening to it since.


I'm ashamed, to admit, that it's been a while, since I've sang a song for Him.

I may not have the most beautiful voice in the world, but I don't think He would've minded.

And yet, I didn't.

But still, He forgives.

Because He loves me...

Always had, always will.






Sentuh hatiku

Betapa kumencintai
Segala yang 'tlah terjadi
Tak pernah sendiri jalani hidup ini
Selalu menyertai

Betapa kumenyadari
Di dalam hidupku ini
Kau slalu memberi rancangan terbaik
Oleh karena kasih

Reff:
Bapa, sentuh hatiku, ubah hidupku
Menjadi yang baru
Bagai emas yang murni
Kau membentuk bejana hatiku
Bapa, ajarku mengerti sebuah kasih
Yang selalu memberi
Bagai air mengalir
Yang tiada pernah berhenti

-Maria Shandi-




- jess, singing, once more -

Extraordinary Thursday 12 August 2010 |

I don't know how I get myself into these kind of situations.

Where I'm pestered/plastered to the wall and I can't breathe, knowing that out of three, I'll inevitably have to sacrifice one.

Moving gives stress.
Trying to pass exam amplifies the stress.
Choosing the right path, following my heart, makes all hell break loose.

But can't I have it all?

Someone once told me that I'm not ordinary.

But I'm not extraordinary either.

So what am I?

I have absolutely no idea.

And at 28, it is not the time to be soul searching, anymore.

And in the midst of all this mess???

Definitely not a good time.

Sigh.

I need to focus.

On what matters most to me.

But by choosing, I may lose everything.

How now?

Sigh.

Damn.

Now I really need to be extraordinary.





-Jess, lost in stress, confabulating-




Remembering Monday 9 August 2010 |

I remember now.

Re-reading my old blog, and this one, after so long...

I remember now.


I remember why I started writing in the first place.
I remember why it was so important for me to write.
I remember why it brought me so much joy and comfort.
I remember why writing, became my friend.

I remember now.

And write, I will.



PS: And to you, who subconsciously reminded me that writing is important, thank you.