Friday, May 27 Y 5/27/2011 12:14:00 AM
Just wanted to share a story I heard that is so close to my heart... (:
Once there was this wealthy man, Mr Wallace. He was a collector. Nice, antique, unique items, paintings, cutleries, tea sets, you name it, he collects it. And thus, he travels around the world, each time collecting something different, something unique to the country he lived in. Soon, as his son grew up, he followed in his footsteps and they went round the world collecting items together. And since they only had each other, they were extremely close to each other.
One day, due to the eminent war that was about to break out in their country, the son was sent to fight the war as a soldier. The father pined day and night for his safe return, just holding on to the wish that he would come back safely.
However, life is unpredictable, and will throw at you things that you always wish would not happen to you. The message one day came that his son had thrown himself at a grenade, shielding the blow from his fellow soldiers but had lost his life in that act of sacrifice for the people that he cared so much about, the people he wanted to protect. However, his father went hysterical, refusing to eat, sleep, or talk to anybody for days, weeks, months even! It felt like that grenade did not just take away his son's life, it took away his very soul.
After a few years, the war ended. A few weeks after it ended, a young man, probably about the same age as his son should he still be alive, rang his doorbell and requested to meet up with him.
"My name is Steven, and I was bunkmates with your son. I was part of the group that was there at that fateful day, where your son gave up his life to save us. The gratitude I have for your son is more than I can ever express. I'm a humble beginning artist, and I don't draw very well. However, I would like you to have this, as a way of saying thank you to you and your son for what he did for me" and with that, he left the house.
Slowly prying open the paper encasing the painting, he was taken aback by what he saw. True, the drawing wasn't the best. True, it wasn't valuable enough to be sold. But to him, it was priceless. It was the eyes. It captured so much of what his son had been like, as if the very soul of his son was in the painting. He loved it, so much, that he hanged it in his living room, where his guests could see it the moment they entered the house. He would then start talking blithely about his son, whether or not they were a willing audience.
A few years later, he died of cancer. However, being a renowned collector, his collection was to be auctioned off after his death. Thus, many people from all over the world came to the auction, to try and gain possession of some of those that he had a hold of for many years. The first piece that was to be auctioned was the painting of his son.
"No starting price, just name your first price!" Shouted the auctioneer.
Everyone stared at the painting in disgust. This wasn't a painting done by a famous artist! It wasn't even good! Nobody was willing to buy it, even for a dollar. They knew how an auction worked. If nobody was willing to buy the piece, they would eventually skip it and move on to their next piece. However, not in this case.
"Mr Wallace said that unless this painting was sold off, we were not allowed to sell other paintings!" The auctioneer announced after several minutes of awkward silences.
The housekeeper knew how important that painting was to Mr Wallace, and thus raised his hand and shouted "One hundred dollars!"
"Going once, going twice, SOLD!" Declared the auctioneer proudly, and an audible sigh of relief swept throughout the crowd.
He continued, "And the auction ends here! Mr Wallace has specifically stated in his will that whoever would buy the painting of his son, will inherit his entire fortune, including all his collection!"
Shouts of rage came from the crowd gathered there, but there was nothing that they could do. It was the testament of the father's love for his child, and how accepting his child in that worthless, ugly drawing would actually inherit his entire fortune.
That's what God is like. God sent his one and only son Jesus to die on the cross for our sins, broken and torn, looked down by mankind. However, if only we accepted him, and admit that he is our saviour and repent for our sins, then we will inherit the kingdom of heaven, which is far more than what we think is important. The best part is that, its free! We do not need to first pay the $100 to buy the painting, but rather get it free! What greater love is there?
"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only begotten Son. That whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life" John 3:16
That is the promise of God, that is the gift and fortune we will inherit. The question is, will you make that choice to accept his Son today?
Thursday, May 26 Y 5/26/2011 01:04:00 AM
School these days are pointless...
I totally don't feel prepared for my SPA skill 3 at all! I have no idea what our teachers are thinking, maybe somewhere along the line that we're gifted, super smart kids that have super retention memory and can remember everything they say just by seeing/doing/hearing it once... 0.0 Well, sorry to burst your bubble teachers, we're not.
Is it possible to feel such sadness, such hate, such longing, for someone who wants nothing to do with you? Yes. Apparently so. And I've finally realised what is meant by the line separating love and hate is only a fine division, I'm really not sure about it any longer. No matter how much we can't talk, how much I'm avoided, I have the heart of longing to save him, although I know maybe I'm not the best person at this point for it. My chance came and left, and I failed. Can I not have a second chance?
School, again, is bad, as I've said at the beginning of my post. The workshop that we're forced to attend is really boring, although I know that it'll do my writing a lot of good. However, I really cannot stand the way it is being taught, and the military-like strictness of the teachers... Whatever joy and elements of fun that keeps us engaged is all stripped away... :(
Okayys, looks like its gonna be a short post today, coz its late and I gotta sleep!
Goodnight, world.
Sunday, May 22 Y 5/22/2011 12:36:00 AM
Hello :]
Blogging is an awesome de-stressor! I can totally throw everything I want in, without aving to worry, unlike facebook...
Today my day started happily :] I was rushing to choir, when I met her at the main gate :D we talked and rushed up tgt :D thx gemonn for helping us go in even though I'm pretty sure that we were at least 10 seconds late alr :P
Oh well :] I've been reading her blog, but seriously, after that day, nothing. No more mention about me!! Even though I know, we've not been talking... But... Ok charmaine stop whining.
IM NOW A LADY ON MOUSEHUNT!!!!! :D:D:D
Heehee random~ its just that its been sooo long! 1 year 5 months :D:D:D AND IM FINALLY A LADY~ heehee. :D Its not easy, reaching tis level of awesomness :D
Ok, so maybe I
am a
little obsessed with mousehunt, but then, what's the use of studying all day and not playng a little??:D Its an awesome game, and available on facebook :D you can go check it out :] just get past the first part and look at the big picture, you'll see the appeal in it :]
So, mother's day about 1 or 2 weeks ago, and we never buy anything... So... We're gonna get a bag for her tomorrow!!!! Shhhh, don't tell her!! ;)
Hahahaha I <3 Howl's moving castle teme its damn nice :]
This has been a happy post, about random stuff, I think it doesn't suit me well? But I don't like depressing posts all the time so I just thought that I'll lighten up the mood a little with a happy post of sorts :]
the love that was never meant to be, the friendship that was never meant to start...Okayy bye :]
Saturday, May 21 Y 5/21/2011 01:20:00 AM
Hi everyone out there who bothers reading my blog :]
I'm pretty sure that my blog is now dead and no one I know visits it, but I just wanna blog all of a sudden I dunno why... :]
Yupps so exams have been stressful, school sucks, but I dunno why, I feel so detached now... Maybe I'm getting old! :O hahaha :]
Time doesn't heal all wounds, it takes them, twists them, and when you try to heal it, you find that no matter how hard you try, it won't ever be the same ever again... I hate you, for doing that to me, for ignoring the obvious and letting my heart be ripped up into pieces like that by me. Now even when I try so hard, its no use, if you won't do the same...
Ok enough with all the emo stuff :] So, let me see, exams bring out the worst in people, I've never felt so miserable in my entire life... Having little hopes here and there crushed mercilessly... But it also brings out the best in people, what with all the encouragement and 'good lucks' :] oh oh oh well, every cloud has its silver lining i suppose? :]
So, I was really glad this easter, when my long long long dream of reconciliation finally came true! It was magic, and I really wished that I could have stayed on longer, but it wasn't possible... The way it turned out that day, its like we never fell out in the first place... But yet now, its like nothing on that day ever changed... We still avert our eyes at each other, not being able to say hi without that flash of uncertainty... Am I the only one feeling that way? However, I believe in our friendship, the three of us, that its not so fragile, not so paper thin that could be broken so easily... Not us. We have something special, something that united us even though our personalities were all so different... Surely we can find it again?
I love playing the piano now... Its strange, when I was learning the piano, I dreaded to practice it, but yet now, I love to play the piano for fun, and it really does make me very happy :]
hahaha okok its getting late, and I have choir tomorrow at 8.30... *sigh* nowadays, choir seem like a burden, weighing down on me... Why?? I remember I used to love choir, looking forward to every single practice, not bearing to miss a single minute of it... And now, a burden? :( sure, I love the juniors and all my friends there, but I really just feel so tired, like all my energy is being zapped from me, draining me of whatever I have left. But I really do love choir, really.
Okayyy, I shall end here...
BYE!! :D
