Saturday, January 5, 2008
Of all life God created, humans are certainly not the most beautiful, the most graceful, neither are they the most alluring or captivating beings that have walked this earth. Of course, children are another matter altogether. However, I fear I may be developing a rather compulsive yet disturbing habit otherwise known as
people-watching.
To watch the complex interplay of emotions on one's face, the queer reactions and idiosyncractic mannerisms we each possess... it's an impromptu drama on invisible stages.
I'm very frankly surprised to see how a simple smile can transform that stern woman's face, or why that young boy would be so ardently kissing his baby brother who is attempting to chew his shoelace. I spied a father looking on with undisguised disapproval at his son, who was running around a signboard for some obscure reason. No sweat, I wanted to tell him, I have brothers who used to do it, and will still do it.
Teenage girls, adorned like christmas trees during the season peak, strolling hand in hand with possessive guys who plaster themselves to their girlfriends, listening intently to every word that falls from the female's lips, responding with the occasional intellectual grunt or nod. Outside shops selling feminine clothing and accessories, the usual pack of teenage guys or husbands hang around, waiting for their female counterparts to deplet their bank accounts. They lean against walls, attempting to blend into the background, the slight tinge of embarrassment or boredom in their face. The most pitiful however, are those who end up standing outside lingerie shops, no doubt fervently wishing they were at a more erm.. appropriate location.
The young girls always move around in packs, commenting on the most insignificant and random things about them. The lone boy amongst them, or perhaps the two odd guys, keep to themselves. Blatantly being ignored. And ignoring, to be fair.
I long for MGS, Elaine, Ellie, Bernice, YuLi, Sophia, Wan Xiang, and all the rest. While HC and OG25 are pretty nice, nothing's really like MG. Mass dance is fun though. Real fun. We should have it for YZ. :)
Oh Lord of light, of form and hue,
Who has created all things new,
Create in me,
from shapeless clay,
An instrument on which you play.
God of the dance that planets tread,
Who walks beside and soars ahead,
O let me move to worship Thee;
Come, Holy Spirit,
dance with meGod of the Living Word, Poet of Time,
teach me Your words in Your cadence and rhyme.
O Lord of beauty, Lord of art,
Who gives a song for every heart,
Carve out my life, reshape and mold;
And be the
Artist of my soul.An ode, perhaps. But since this is the first post in 2008, I shall type here my resolutions, so that I may be reminded of it (and thereby forced to abide by it).
1. Even though I am convinced that I am already the kindest, sweetest, most affectionate, indulgent, understanding, good-natured, amiable sister that as ever walked this earth, I shall strive to be even more tolerant towards my brothers and their daily antics.
2. To master how to play the church songs properly. While I know I will never reach the standards of Auntie Ern Chi, or Samuel, not even with several lifetimes at hand, I will do my best to make use of this talent to serve God. It's really the least I can do.
That's it. While I know 3 is a nicer and more round-off number, I think I'm already going to have problems fulfilling this two. An ambitious person I am not.
10:11 PM