Stuff I Learned So Far

Okay, a quick confession.

I’m now still in Newcastle, UK – studying for my Bachelor degree in Graphic Design. Things have been hard. In fact, this is the hardest point of my life. I will tell the detail later. Things that I wanted to share are this:

Don’t worry about what’s gonna happen tomorrow. Do what’s in front of your eyes now.. Do all you have to do and put full effort.

What if I fail?
It’s okay, try again. Tomorrow, next month, next year, next opportunity. Life must go on!

What people gonna think about me if I fail?
Don’t worry, they don’t know what you’ve been through. They don’t know you. You don’t need to look fabulous in front of everybody. Real friends will never judge you anyway.

I guess I have a bad luck. I was just ALWAYS meeting the wrong person in the wrong time. Always.
You will never know. Those people’s existence might be the thing you will be thank of the most in the future. A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.

Talking about bad luck, some people isn’t more skilled than me but I don’t see them struggling as much as me. Why should i put double effort to get the same thing they achieved? Life is unfair!
Now you judge people. You can’t never measure how hard another person’s life is.

See there’s still no meaningful progress, I’m gonna be scolded by my tutor/boss again!
Face it. If you’re still not doing good, then you need to be scolded! Painful? Feel that pain. Record that pain. Next time, don’t do it again. Same thing with achievement. Record in your mind how joyful it is. Next time, aim for it again. They gonna hate you? Whatever, their appreciation won’t determine your future. They’re not the only way to achieve success.

Why can’t I be like him? or her? Why I’m born with no talent?
You’re not them and they are not you. Stop comparing. Everybody has their portion of blessing and of responsibility. You’re still saying you don’t have talent? Here I tell you one. Survive, it’s your talent.

Man, I feel like giving up. I’ve been troubling people’s life. I guess ending my life will be the best way to end the pain in me and others.
You have to keep alive to pay for your mistakes, dumbass. That money of your parents that you’ve wasted and that trust you’ve lost. Don’t make people traumatised by your immature decision making and make wherever place you died become haunted.

Enjoy your life NOW, not ‘if’. If I graduate, if I get a job, if I get a big salary, if I’m in relationship.. if if..
Do your work with enthusiasm everyday. Tackle that small chunks of work day by day. Keep doing it even if it looks impossible.
And one day.. it will be possible.

Muhammad Ali’s Quote – Adidas

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wishing the best for you!

The Forgotten Miracle

View days ago, while cleaning my room, I found a box of warm patch. I remember buying this because once I had a weird ache in my waist, near my vertebra (couldn’t remember the common name) and having this pain reliever patch sticked in my waist was at least helped me to reduce the pain. A lot of assumptions of why this happened was made: wrong position in sleeping, lack of drink until ‘twisted’ neurone. Dad, who believe in Chinese medicine more than those in modern drug store, even gave me a pack of ‘tablets that would help you urinate more’. This sounds strange, since it is my waist that is troubled, not the way I urinate. I drank it anyway (well, at some point, I stopped drinking it).

I drank the medicine my dad gave me, vitamin B that Vita suggested me (it has something to do with nerve), drink more.. even walk more! No clue of recovery. This happened for months. I didn’t even tell mom, in case she worried (read: in case she would gave her i-told-you-to-sleep-early-and-eat-fruits speech again). It was really disturbing (not my mom, the pain) especially in my tight schedule. I become easily tired and I couldn’t walk for more than 15 minutes. Day passed and the pain has ‘expanded’ their territory until my thigh. The worst thing happened when I go to a computer expo with Eunike. Suddenly one of my leg (I forgot which one) become so hurt that I couldn’t feel it and I barely able to walk. I prayed a lot so God would let this pain go away.

My dad keep texting me every day, asking if I had recovered. I replied with the same answer every day,
“No.”
“How come?” he replied.
“How do I know?”
Weeks passed and I became tired of answering his question. I then replied,
“Yes, I recovered.”
“How come?” the same reply he gave to me.
“Uh.. I correct my sleeping position, drink more…”
This is more of a faith statement than lying. I want to start saying that I am healed. I am healed.

And one day, not so long after that, the pain disappeared as mysteriously as how it came. I forgot when was the pain disappeared. I just remember one night I sit in my bed after hanging out with my friends all day long and suddenly amazed of the fact that my waist wasn’t hurt at all. It wasn’t hurt anymore. I’m healed. All glory to God’s name.

More than a year passed. Finding this unused yet cold patch today was a loud knock in the head.
“Hey! Don’t you remember that day, when God healed you? Don’t you remember how your busy days can be worse than this?”
I apologised God for forgetting such a wonderful work he did to me in the past and grumbling to him of how tired I am these day and how those non-human pressure given to me day by day. It could be worse. It could be worse. After this event, I promise to record any great works of Him, so that I remember how God loves me so much. Especially in the time of sorrow.

Record your miracles, today!