The one man who will listen
I remember there was a point in my life whereby I was very down, my so-called friends didn’t gave two hoots about me, my boyfriend dumped me, my parents ignored me. I did many bad things in life, that why I am where I am now. I was at the lowest point of my life and yet, nobody was willing to help me. I remember sitting down on a bench late one evening, sulking. Suddenly, a man sat down beside me, and talked to me. “Child, why do you look so down?” he asked. “I am just very down in the dumps; no one is helping me or supporting me…” I replied with a sad sigh. He shook his head, “No…that can’t be true, you just have to tell someone about your problems, I’m sure there would be one person who will…” This time, it was my turn to shake my head,
“No, it’s impossible…” The man placed his hand onto my shoulder,
“All things are possible…”
I continued to shake my head,
“I’m too tired…”
He replied,
“I will give you rest…”
Our conversation continued on somewhat like this,
“Nobody loves me…”
“I love you…”
“I can’t go on…”
“My grace is sufficient…”
“I can’t figure things out…”
“I will direct your steps…”
“I can’t do it!”
“You can do all things…”
“I am not able!”
“I am able…”
“It’s not worth it…”
“It will be worth it…”
“I can’t forgive myself…”
“I forgive you…”
“I’m poor…”
“I will supply your needs…”
“I’m afraid…”
“I have not given you a spirit of fear…”
“I’m always worried and frustrated…”
“Cast all your cares on me…”
“I don’t have enough faith…”
“I’ve given you a measure of faith…”
“I’m not smart enough…”
“I give you wisdom…”
“I feel alone…”
“I will never leave you nor forsake you…”
“How do you know I will be alright?” I asked the man. “Because, I know so…have faith, child…” he replied. “There will be one man out there who will listen to you every time you have problems…” he said. I looked up to the man and asked, “Who?” The man stood up and lifted up both of his palms in front of me. I saw two punctured wounds on both of his hands. I sat there dumbfounded; I looked up to the man, wide-eyed. “It will be I, Jesus…” And with a blink of an eye, the man disappeared.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Valentine's Day
Walking around town with the color pink draped every where; it was that time of year again. Even a four year old would know what day it was. Even so, I didn’t want my mind to know what day it was. This year it wasn’t the same as the last three years. I tried my best to not see the pink frills, balloons, candies and teddy bears around me, and walked towards the national library where I thought that no one would be present there on that particular day.
On my way to the library, I saw many couples cling onto each other with teddy bears, candy boxes or just a stalk of rose in their hand. I tried my best to ignore whatever I saw and continued on to the library. When I stepped into the library, I showed my student ID to the lady at the counter and made my way to the bookshelves. I picked a book and made my way to the table at the far corner of the room. I placed my bag beside me, pulled up my hoodie, and popped in my headphones and started reading the book.
Not long after that, something else caught my attention. At the other corner of the room, a guy and a girl sat together at a very close distance. Soon, I was peeking at them. I assumed both of them were together and that they were to be doing a project, which ended up whispering into each others’ ears. The guy whispered something into the girl’s ears and playfully kissed her on the cheek.
I didn’t watched what happened after that. My heart felt like it went ten feet down the grave. Tears suddenly appeared. Silent sobs were there as I sniffed. I suddenly felt very alone. I pulled my hoodie lower so that no one could see the tears. I didn’t even bother to put the book back. I stood up, grabbed my bag and left the room.
I didn’t know whether to go at that moment. Then, I decided to just go to the one place where I always felt safe, secured. The park was empty, not one soul was there. I went over to the same spot I would always go and sat down there on the soft grass under the huge oak tree. I took out my headphones but my hoodie remained. Traces of the tears wear still there but had dried up. I decided to close my eyes and try to just forget everything I had then in my head, but not for long.
Soon, memories of the past came. I saw his face, the jet black hair, the dark eyes, and the warm smile. The same goofy smile that always makes me smile too. I remember the time when he brought me here on the very same day two years ago, to watch the mesmerizing sunset. I leaned into his embrace while we just sat there, watching how the dark blue replaced the warm orange hues. I missed how he would stroke my hair, whispering into my ear, saying that he loves me. I missed those precious times which I never knew it would eventually come into an end. Suddenly, I caught myself crying again, this time with audible sobs. I dried the tears, waiting for the sunset again.
The bright yellow rays turned to warm mesmerizing hues of orange, and to dark red. Soon, the dark blue had taken its place. It seemed like it was exactly two years ago. I could actually feel his presence here then. But I knew it wasn’t true. Suddenly, my phone vibrated. I took it out and saw a very familiar number on the caller ID. My heart started racing. Could it be him? I quickly clicked the green button and put it beside my ear. “Hello?” I said into the speaker. The warm familiar sound which I had missed so much answered my question. “Happy Valentine’s day, bunny-head…” I gave a small chuckle and a sniffed. I felt that my eyes were wet once again. I missed him so much.
On my way to the library, I saw many couples cling onto each other with teddy bears, candy boxes or just a stalk of rose in their hand. I tried my best to ignore whatever I saw and continued on to the library. When I stepped into the library, I showed my student ID to the lady at the counter and made my way to the bookshelves. I picked a book and made my way to the table at the far corner of the room. I placed my bag beside me, pulled up my hoodie, and popped in my headphones and started reading the book.
Not long after that, something else caught my attention. At the other corner of the room, a guy and a girl sat together at a very close distance. Soon, I was peeking at them. I assumed both of them were together and that they were to be doing a project, which ended up whispering into each others’ ears. The guy whispered something into the girl’s ears and playfully kissed her on the cheek.
I didn’t watched what happened after that. My heart felt like it went ten feet down the grave. Tears suddenly appeared. Silent sobs were there as I sniffed. I suddenly felt very alone. I pulled my hoodie lower so that no one could see the tears. I didn’t even bother to put the book back. I stood up, grabbed my bag and left the room.
I didn’t know whether to go at that moment. Then, I decided to just go to the one place where I always felt safe, secured. The park was empty, not one soul was there. I went over to the same spot I would always go and sat down there on the soft grass under the huge oak tree. I took out my headphones but my hoodie remained. Traces of the tears wear still there but had dried up. I decided to close my eyes and try to just forget everything I had then in my head, but not for long.
Soon, memories of the past came. I saw his face, the jet black hair, the dark eyes, and the warm smile. The same goofy smile that always makes me smile too. I remember the time when he brought me here on the very same day two years ago, to watch the mesmerizing sunset. I leaned into his embrace while we just sat there, watching how the dark blue replaced the warm orange hues. I missed how he would stroke my hair, whispering into my ear, saying that he loves me. I missed those precious times which I never knew it would eventually come into an end. Suddenly, I caught myself crying again, this time with audible sobs. I dried the tears, waiting for the sunset again.
The bright yellow rays turned to warm mesmerizing hues of orange, and to dark red. Soon, the dark blue had taken its place. It seemed like it was exactly two years ago. I could actually feel his presence here then. But I knew it wasn’t true. Suddenly, my phone vibrated. I took it out and saw a very familiar number on the caller ID. My heart started racing. Could it be him? I quickly clicked the green button and put it beside my ear. “Hello?” I said into the speaker. The warm familiar sound which I had missed so much answered my question. “Happy Valentine’s day, bunny-head…” I gave a small chuckle and a sniffed. I felt that my eyes were wet once again. I missed him so much.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
A random Impromptu stuff, no biggie
Being in love is a good thing, yes, but at times, you do have to keep your feet firm on the ground. If not, you may lose your footing and slip off. God forbids. But then again, love is a nice and good feeling yet, one broken, it is hard to make amends. To forget someone special, you need to find someone special. Some may choose to find another boyfriend-slash-girlfriend to be that special someone again. But, why not give God a chance. Remember,
he said he will never leave you nor forsake you.
Love is sweet,
Love is innocent,
Love is blind,
Yet, don't be blinded by it too much,
Especially not from God,
As he is the greatest love of all.
Just remember,
God loves you,
Forwho you are.
Mabel. J. Soong
*dont kill me if it suck, very impromotu-onthespot writings. :-)
he said he will never leave you nor forsake you.
Love is sweet,
Love is innocent,
Love is blind,
Yet, don't be blinded by it too much,
Especially not from God,
As he is the greatest love of all.
Just remember,
God loves you,
Forwho you are.
Mabel. J. Soong
*dont kill me if it suck, very impromotu-onthespot writings. :-)
Saturday, July 9, 2011
The Language of Love
The Language of Love
Do you believe there is a language called love? Well, I never knew there was one, until I experienced it first hand, by myself.
I was still at campus when I found the most miraculous feeling ever. It was the time when I first met Ariel Cho. She was a beautiful American born Asian. She had a mixed parentage of Korean and Spanish. She has big, dark eyes. I on the other hand, was a pure Korean guy, but had been living in America for the whole of my life. Basically, we are both from the Asian culture. I remembered oh-so-clearly the day I first saw her.
I was walking around the campus compound, finding a decent place to study. I found a bench half occupied by another human being; a girl with her grey hoodie up, covering her flowing dark hair. She was doing her own work, busy writing her assignment, didn’t know I was standing next to her. I decided to ask her whether was the side of the bench was empty. “Hey, is this seat taken?” I asked. But there was no reply. So, I decided to tap on her shoulder. The girl turned to me. That was the first time I saw her eyes, those beautiful dark brown eyes. “I…erm, is this seat taken?” I stuttered, indicating the empty seat. Why am I so nervous out of the sudden? She gave the most beautiful smile I had ever seen and nodded. I smiled back at her and took a seat beside her, leaving a very huge gap in between the both of us.
She continued writing her notes. I wanted to continue my own work, but, my eyes kept wandering towards her. Her headphones popped into her ears. Soon, I did not bother doing my own work, and kept stealing glances from the corner of my eyes to look at her. But unfortunately, she did not notice it. So, I observed her while she studied. Soon, I noticed those little things about her that somehow attracted me. Like, how she would chew on the end of her pencil when she was frustrated. I wanted to strike a conversation with her, but I didn’t know how. Soon, I decided a way. “Hey, can I borrow a pen?” I asked. But again, she didn’t look up. So, I tapped on her shoulder, and asked again, showing through hand signs. She smiled and took out a pen for me. Before she could turn her gaze back to her book, I asked her another question, along with some easy hand signs. “What are you listening to?” pointing to her headphones. She pointed to her headphones, and put her index finger on her lips which I thought it indicates it’s a secret. I took out my general notebook and scribbled:
Is it a secret?
and showed it to her. She smiled and took the notebook out of my hands and scribbled something beneath my writing:
Yeap. It’s something very personal to me. =)
She returned me the book. I scribbled something else:
Oh, I see. By the way, I’m Paul Chang. What’s your name?
She took the notebook and scribbled her name:
My name’s Ariel, Ariel Cho
I stared at her writing, I stared at her name. Her name imprinted onto my mind, sticking like glue. ‘Ariel…’ I said in a very low and soft voice, very close to a whisper. I continued to scribble something on the notebook:
Can I have your phone number? I really want to meet you again. =)
She read whatever I had written and gave me a sad smile. She had written something in reply. She held up the notebook for me to read:
Sorry. I don’t have a phone let alone a phone number to give.
“Oh…” was all I had replied. After I had read it, Ariel started writing again. When she was done, she gave me back my notebook. I read what she had written:
But, we could meet back here again tomorrow. =)
I gave a laugh when I read that and turned my glance to her. She gave me a sweet smile in return. “Promise?” I asked. She gave a nod. Then, we both heard the bell rang. Quickly, we both grabbed our stuff and flee to the inner building of the campus.
The next day, I brought my sticky post-it stack to use instead of writing on my notebook. When I reached to the place we had promised to meet, Ariel was already there. I sat down beside her, this time; the gap between us was smaller. I waved at her. She gave a shy smile and continued to read her book. I took my pen and wrote on a piece of the post-it paper and stick it on her book:
Am I late?
She smiled and shook her head. I gave her the post-it stack and a pen. This was her reply:
Of course not, I’m just early. =)
For the whole time there, we had our conversation like this, through writing. Through this, I fell for her. I fell head over heels for her. I love her smile, her eyes, and especially that little twinkle in her eye. I noticed very minor things of her. She had this small freckle beneath her right eye, she would be wearing her iPod headphones all the time, and that she never spoken out loud before, well, maybe to me. But still, talking to her, but in this case, ‘writing’ to her makes me feel happy. Through the post-it papers and a pen, we talked about everything under the sun; music, studies, movies, teachers, fashion and all sort of other things. We continued like this for nearly 3 weeks already. We promised to meet back at the same place and same time. Every time we met, the gap between us when we sat became smaller and smaller until suddenly, no more.
After bringing my yellow post-it stack, she decided to bring hers too, only hers are purple. I remembered the time we wrote so many things and stick it on each of our notebooks. Soon, both of our notebooks were filled with yellow and purple post-its. Soon, we found another way to entertain ourselves. We wrote like so many post-its and stick those onto our shoulder, face, hands, shirts and so on so forth. We really had fun then. Sometimes, she would just lie on my shoulder while both of us write on the post-its and stick it anywhere we wanted. I really loved those times.
One day, I got curious again. I wanted to know what she was always listening to in her iPod. So, I wrote it on my post-it:
Hey, what are you listening on your iPod?
I took the paper and stick it onto her notebook. She pointed to her headphones and gave me a knowing look. I nodded in reply. I thought she was going to not let me hear it. But to my surprise, she took both her headphones off and gave it to me. I accepted her headphones and put both into my ears. I waited for a song to come up, but heard nothing. I took both of them out again and gave a quizzical look. “But, there’s nothing?” I said and I looked up at her. Again, she gave me this sad smile and showed me sign language which I did not understand. She took her post-it and written something on it. She took the paper and stuck it onto my palm. This was what it read:
I am deaf and dumb. I could not hear anything or speak anything since the day I was born. I’m sorry for not telling you this sooner. It’s not because of anything. It’s just that, I have no other friends. You are my first friend. In this short time, I had grown to love you.
I was stunned at first but then, I thought it does not matter whether she could talk or not. All it matters is that, I had grown to love her, and now, I knew that she does have feelings for me, too. I took my post-it and written something on top. I decided to push my luck more and kissed her cheek. I stuck the post-it paper onto her notebook. It read:
You’re still beautiful…
*Credits to a video from YouTube, Jubilee Project-The Language of Love*
© Mabel Soong
Do you believe there is a language called love? Well, I never knew there was one, until I experienced it first hand, by myself.
I was still at campus when I found the most miraculous feeling ever. It was the time when I first met Ariel Cho. She was a beautiful American born Asian. She had a mixed parentage of Korean and Spanish. She has big, dark eyes. I on the other hand, was a pure Korean guy, but had been living in America for the whole of my life. Basically, we are both from the Asian culture. I remembered oh-so-clearly the day I first saw her.
I was walking around the campus compound, finding a decent place to study. I found a bench half occupied by another human being; a girl with her grey hoodie up, covering her flowing dark hair. She was doing her own work, busy writing her assignment, didn’t know I was standing next to her. I decided to ask her whether was the side of the bench was empty. “Hey, is this seat taken?” I asked. But there was no reply. So, I decided to tap on her shoulder. The girl turned to me. That was the first time I saw her eyes, those beautiful dark brown eyes. “I…erm, is this seat taken?” I stuttered, indicating the empty seat. Why am I so nervous out of the sudden? She gave the most beautiful smile I had ever seen and nodded. I smiled back at her and took a seat beside her, leaving a very huge gap in between the both of us.
She continued writing her notes. I wanted to continue my own work, but, my eyes kept wandering towards her. Her headphones popped into her ears. Soon, I did not bother doing my own work, and kept stealing glances from the corner of my eyes to look at her. But unfortunately, she did not notice it. So, I observed her while she studied. Soon, I noticed those little things about her that somehow attracted me. Like, how she would chew on the end of her pencil when she was frustrated. I wanted to strike a conversation with her, but I didn’t know how. Soon, I decided a way. “Hey, can I borrow a pen?” I asked. But again, she didn’t look up. So, I tapped on her shoulder, and asked again, showing through hand signs. She smiled and took out a pen for me. Before she could turn her gaze back to her book, I asked her another question, along with some easy hand signs. “What are you listening to?” pointing to her headphones. She pointed to her headphones, and put her index finger on her lips which I thought it indicates it’s a secret. I took out my general notebook and scribbled:
Is it a secret?
and showed it to her. She smiled and took the notebook out of my hands and scribbled something beneath my writing:
Yeap. It’s something very personal to me. =)
She returned me the book. I scribbled something else:
Oh, I see. By the way, I’m Paul Chang. What’s your name?
She took the notebook and scribbled her name:
My name’s Ariel, Ariel Cho
I stared at her writing, I stared at her name. Her name imprinted onto my mind, sticking like glue. ‘Ariel…’ I said in a very low and soft voice, very close to a whisper. I continued to scribble something on the notebook:
Can I have your phone number? I really want to meet you again. =)
She read whatever I had written and gave me a sad smile. She had written something in reply. She held up the notebook for me to read:
Sorry. I don’t have a phone let alone a phone number to give.
“Oh…” was all I had replied. After I had read it, Ariel started writing again. When she was done, she gave me back my notebook. I read what she had written:
But, we could meet back here again tomorrow. =)
I gave a laugh when I read that and turned my glance to her. She gave me a sweet smile in return. “Promise?” I asked. She gave a nod. Then, we both heard the bell rang. Quickly, we both grabbed our stuff and flee to the inner building of the campus.
The next day, I brought my sticky post-it stack to use instead of writing on my notebook. When I reached to the place we had promised to meet, Ariel was already there. I sat down beside her, this time; the gap between us was smaller. I waved at her. She gave a shy smile and continued to read her book. I took my pen and wrote on a piece of the post-it paper and stick it on her book:
Am I late?
She smiled and shook her head. I gave her the post-it stack and a pen. This was her reply:
Of course not, I’m just early. =)
For the whole time there, we had our conversation like this, through writing. Through this, I fell for her. I fell head over heels for her. I love her smile, her eyes, and especially that little twinkle in her eye. I noticed very minor things of her. She had this small freckle beneath her right eye, she would be wearing her iPod headphones all the time, and that she never spoken out loud before, well, maybe to me. But still, talking to her, but in this case, ‘writing’ to her makes me feel happy. Through the post-it papers and a pen, we talked about everything under the sun; music, studies, movies, teachers, fashion and all sort of other things. We continued like this for nearly 3 weeks already. We promised to meet back at the same place and same time. Every time we met, the gap between us when we sat became smaller and smaller until suddenly, no more.
After bringing my yellow post-it stack, she decided to bring hers too, only hers are purple. I remembered the time we wrote so many things and stick it on each of our notebooks. Soon, both of our notebooks were filled with yellow and purple post-its. Soon, we found another way to entertain ourselves. We wrote like so many post-its and stick those onto our shoulder, face, hands, shirts and so on so forth. We really had fun then. Sometimes, she would just lie on my shoulder while both of us write on the post-its and stick it anywhere we wanted. I really loved those times.
One day, I got curious again. I wanted to know what she was always listening to in her iPod. So, I wrote it on my post-it:
Hey, what are you listening on your iPod?
I took the paper and stick it onto her notebook. She pointed to her headphones and gave me a knowing look. I nodded in reply. I thought she was going to not let me hear it. But to my surprise, she took both her headphones off and gave it to me. I accepted her headphones and put both into my ears. I waited for a song to come up, but heard nothing. I took both of them out again and gave a quizzical look. “But, there’s nothing?” I said and I looked up at her. Again, she gave me this sad smile and showed me sign language which I did not understand. She took her post-it and written something on it. She took the paper and stuck it onto my palm. This was what it read:
I am deaf and dumb. I could not hear anything or speak anything since the day I was born. I’m sorry for not telling you this sooner. It’s not because of anything. It’s just that, I have no other friends. You are my first friend. In this short time, I had grown to love you.
I was stunned at first but then, I thought it does not matter whether she could talk or not. All it matters is that, I had grown to love her, and now, I knew that she does have feelings for me, too. I took my post-it and written something on top. I decided to push my luck more and kissed her cheek. I stuck the post-it paper onto her notebook. It read:
You’re still beautiful…
*Credits to a video from YouTube, Jubilee Project-The Language of Love*
© Mabel Soong
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
30 days
This is something my idiotic friend had asked me to do for the time being...so, I'm gonna try and do it. Don't expect it to be published on a daily basis, I have a life you know...
“Here is the 30 day letter challenge for Tumblr, you are supposed to write a letter to several different people”
Day 1 — Your Best Friend
Day 2 — Your Crush
Day 3 — Your parents
Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)
Day 5 — Your dreams
Day 6 — A stranger
Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 — Someone from your childhood
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad
Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to
Day 23 — The last person you kissed
Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day
Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror”
“Here is the 30 day letter challenge for Tumblr, you are supposed to write a letter to several different people”
Day 1 — Your Best Friend
Day 2 — Your Crush
Day 3 — Your parents
Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)
Day 5 — Your dreams
Day 6 — A stranger
Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 — Someone from your childhood
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad
Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to
Day 23 — The last person you kissed
Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day
Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror”
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