But A Play.

The post-exam period is unexpectedly less exciting than
I thought it'd be.

It must be due to
my inability of juggling playing and working hard
past weeks.

Anyhow,
at least, now,
there's something big to anticipate -
2009.

To me,
2008 has been a theater of dramatic
beginnings, climaxes and endings.
How I wished to drop out of certain scenes;
wishing the script of my life
to be more predictable and less 'dramatic'.

But looking back now,
I see beauty in this drama.

How every decision, dialogue [even monologue], relationship, result,
circumstance, problem,
strength and weakness
that unfolded in every scene

interweaves with one another
into a beautiful story
that tells, of
something greater,

and ultimately,
someone far beyond the script.

Psychics and fortune tellers
studied my palm
and predicted I'd die 25.
But really, the stars didn't determine my birthdate,
what power do they have to my decide when I expire?

I will have longevity -
a hale and hearty one.

Say,
I die at 80 [hopefully as elegantly as I can be],
these 80 years are nothing
but a speck

compared to an eternity
rest of my journey.

What is one year out of
80 millions bits that make up that speck?

Nothing but a play.
Be it 80 or 8000 sets,
I am assured the finale
is going to be grand,

because it opens the last door
to where I can be perfect,
as I stand in awe
at the

Man
who smiles and receives me
to enjoy forever with.

However 2008 has been,
I am prepared to
take a gracious bow
when the curtains come down.

Until the next play begins,
I will choose to spend my intermission
with nothing else
but thanksgiving.

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These sweets satisfies any Sunday!

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