It’s been a really slow month waiting for my job offer letter to come and getting the employment pass stuff done. I really can’t wait to start and all these setbacks (although I know it’s just protocol and procedure) just makes me really want to hurl in boredom. Going to collect and update my offer at NTU this afternoon. Then the procedures for the employment pass can finally commence. And I pray that the government will approve fast.
I’m glad that I’ve got Tiffany, Bright, Shaun and Abo (who specially came down from KL for a 2 nights trip to JB) to be with me. We won’t have much time to hang about a lot when I start work.
See that bill?
It holds a song.
That song which rises from the heart of greed.
Winding, twisting, sneaking all.
It’ll tangle your life,
From the root to the fruit.
Life can never separate itself from that bill.
We rely on it too much for survival.
But what if one day that paper burns?
What else do we have living for?
The money, the cars, the houses, perhaps people.
They’ll never satisfy that vacuum which sits at the chest.
If we wonder why we’ve lost our meaning and our humanity,
It’s because we fill that vacuum with temporal things.
But love- oh my love -it sings,
With a different song, a lasting song.
A song that brings eternal life and joy.
A song that is willing to sacrifice for you.
That song is a gift that requires no condition.
It is based on truth and grace.
Bringing fulfilled promises and glorious rainbows.
And that will be the song of love I will sing.
Every time I enter the MRT, or bus, or a shopping mall, or just walking by the roadside, I see the strangers around me with the same stony face and I wonder what is their story?
Behind that city facade who are they really?
Do they have financial or relationship problems? Is that person a victim of domestic abuse? Is that person having an extra marital affair? Are those college kids making it through their studies? Are those young’uns playing truant?
I like to imagine their lives. Based on what I see, for that one instance, I dream of their situations behind that stony (usually unsmiling) face.
Of course, all of that stays inside my head.