Lent Season

My home PC broke down at the right time- Lent season. This gives me the opportunity to spend more time to pray and read. Similarly this also gives me the opportunity to be lazy from updating the pages here. Haha…

Anyway tomorrow is Priests’ Day. I bought 3 small bottles of extra virgin Olive oil and a Tiger Balm to be blessed during the mass tomorrow, 7.30pm at Sacred Heart Cathedral. Guess that those oil will be adequate to last until next year’s Priests’ Day again.

Please do continue to pray for our Priests and Bishops.

Prayer to St. Lucy, Patron Saint of Eyesight

SAINT LUCY,
Whose beautiful name
Signifies light, By the light of Faith
Which God bestowed upon you,
Increase and preserve
His light in my soul,
So that I may avoid evil,
Be zealous in the performance
Of good works,
And abhor nothing
So much as the blindness
And the darkness
Of evil and sin.

Obtain for me,
By your intercession
With God,
Perfect vision
For my bodily eyes
And the grace to use them
For God’s greater honor
And glory
And the salvation of souls.

St. Lucy,
Virgin and martyr,
Hear my prayers
And obtain my petitions.

Amen.

Prayer of St. Ignatius Loyola

Take, O Lord, and receive my entire liberty, my memory, my understanding and my whole will.

All that I am and all that I possess You have given me: I surrender it all to You to be disposed of according to Your will.

Give me only Your love and Your grace; with these I will be rich enough, and will desire nothing more.

8 Hours A Day

Sleep 8 hours a day?

Yes, I do. Recently. You should try it. It feels GREAT in the next morning.

The Divine Shepherd

Psalm 23

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.

He makes me lie down in green pastures;

he leads me beside still waters;

he restores my soul.

He leads me in right paths for his name’s sake.

Even though I walk through the darkest valley,

I fear no evil;

for you are with me;

your rod and your staff- they comfort me.

You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;

you anoint my head with oil;

my cup overflows.

Surely  goodness and mercy shall follow me

all the days of my life,

and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord

my whole life long.

Hungry

I was at an unfamiliar place with a friend. It looked like a restaurant located on hillside.

A waiter came and I ordered my food. So did my friend. As I ate, I smelled something nice… the smell of chilly. I turn my head to the table of my back and I saw her order – a plate of food with a handful of big red chilly on the plate. Immediately I told me friend that I want to have that one too.

As the waiter passed by, I stopped her and pointed at the table where the lady sat. Surprisingly she told me that I had ate too much. That’s ridiculous! How can a waiter say such thing to her customer? Nonetheless I had my order and I reminded her I want to have as much chilly as that lady had.

Weirdly, as I ate, I felt more and more hungry. I turned around, looking at other customers. There were no familiar face. Eventually an idea struck me. I exclaimed to my friend: I’m inside a dream! I ate and ate but I never felt full! This must be a dream…

That was the weirdest dream I ever had. I dreamt I ate something nice and I woke up with a hungry stomach.

Sick

Yea, this is one of the rare day where I feel not so well.

Guess it’s time to rest my body.

Tomorrow’s a hectic day.

Lazy

I’m just so lazy now.

Perhaps is tired after the swim.

The day after tomorrow is going to be a hectic day.

Love

Tonight, the feeling is just right… and great. How should I describe it? Erm… just like the bliss you feel when you’re in your first love? Yes, that’s the nearest description though not perfectly accurate.

With my favorite lovely romantic song running on air, I’m just completely melt in the sea of love.

Please do not get me wrong. I’m just simply enjoying the feeling… a feeling which came back after missing for a moment. It have nothing to do with anyone inside the memory, but just the memory itself.

Yes, it is as complicated as how it sounds. Nonetheless, it make me feel human again.

Earlier this morning, or almost every morning, my elderly neighbour will listen to those Chinese old songs from older days. Some, in fact are my favorite. Those old songs, weirdly enough, makes me wonder, how it feels like after you lost someone whom you love so dearly.

The granny next door, her husband had passed away couple years ago.

How does it feel to sleep on the big bed alone?

How does it feel to wake up in the morning just to remember that he is not longer here?

How does it feel to live in the quietness without ever hearing his voice again?

How does it feel when you can’t never feel his hand touch yours again?

How does it feel when you realize that you have one less person on dinner table and you have one less pair of chopstick to wash after dinner?

How does it feel when you heard your favourite songs and he is not there to sing it with you?

How does it feel when you just need him so much but he’s gone forever?

And how does it feel when you miss him so much but you can’t hug him?

Those were the questions run in my head, when I heard of those songs every morning.

And, am I daring enough to face these pains by to fall in love again?

I guess I have loved too much- my family, my 4 cats and my fish.

No, I can’t affort to love one more person anymore.

Leukemia

This word is never a new word in my dictionary.

In my secondary school, I read about people dying of leukemia in story books. After all, that was a story.

When I was in university, people forwarded mails about leukemia patient in chain mail. After all, that was for fun. Break the chain and you are suspected to be bad luck for the next seven years.

Today, I understood the definition of leukemia. I saw him with my own eyes.

A child so tender and innocent, just about 11 months old, is suffering from leukemia. When I look into his eyes, all I saw was a soul so pure. His smile, for those who saw how sweet it is, was a heart wrenching one. So sweet in the eyes yet so agony in the soul, when knowing the disease is slowly sucking the life away from him.

There is nothing I could do but to pray for him. And to pray for all those who needs it- all who are sick, in agony, and in dying bed.

Somehow it reminds me again, in this life, what is the correct thing which I should go after. No, not the gold, not the wealth and not anything from this fragile and temporary world.

Am I strong enough to be able to let go my worldly dream and to go after the real treasure?