Three Cookies and A Brand New Apartment
Miracles do happen.
Sometimes all we have to do
is just stop trying so hard,
and listen to what that little voice
inside our hearts
tells us to do.
~~
Happiness is
being taken by surprise
with little sparks of love
from places you least expect
at moments when you expect none at all,
is feeling The Father's embrace
through the smiles and helping hands of friends,
and even strangers,
is knowing that we receive
not because we have earned,
but because we are loved.
~~
I had a very nice weekend. All through the weekend I had this nice feeling, this little voice inside my heart, that just refuses to remain silent.
The voice is sweet, it's comforting, it's all around. It makes me feel more at ease, more at home, I smile more, and people can see that the voice is in me.
The girl at Delifrance gave me three cookies for my coffee for the first time - I didn't know what I did, but she laughed, and kept smiling while she was giving me those cookies. I smiled too. It was a very nice and warm feeling, in contrast with the weather outside, which was very cold and wet with the summer rain.
I went to the Holland Village VCD/DVD Rental for the first time, and had a good time talking to Ling Ling - the sales girl there. It was kinda funny the way she insisted that I should rent horror and sci-fi movies while I was there actually to rent "Love Actually". I thought sales people are supposed to listen more and talk less. But she's really fun. I got to know a bit about her, how she came from a local polytechnic, worked for a bank, and didn't really like it. And at the end, I gave in to her 'gentle persuasion' and rented one horror sci-fi that she recommended.
This little voice seems be with me everywhere, even in my dreams.
I had a dream Thursday evening. I dreamt of Aunt Patricia, the property agent that I've been in contact with. I dreamt that I met her and she showed me four names on a piece of paper. The first three are names of people I do not know, and the last was mine. All the names were circled out except for mine. So on Friday, I gave her a call, and arranged to view a unit on Saturday. It turned out to be a very good call. The unit was beautiful. It was on the 17th floor (the top floor). It has a very nice view. The bedrooms were beautiful with the wooden finishing and wood-tiled floors. The living room and kitchen were spacious. I heard that voice again saying "Joey, this is the one."
Aunt Patricia said that the owner wanted 1800 - a price that I know is too high for my buddies and I. But then the voice told me to try to negotiate, and it gave me the words to say. At the end, we got a 2 year contract, for a price that is much lower than the other unit that we've seen that is not as beautiful as this. Aunt Patricia contacted the owners of the unit and they agreed rightaway.
There's one problem though - the unit doesn't come with furnitures. But, the little voice remained calm, and there's this strange sensation that everything will be okay, it's the kind of peace that you get when you listen to the rain on a cloudy summer afternoon.
I called up Auntie Angeline, our current agent, to tell her that we have found a new place and we want to move out. I told her how beautiful the new place is. I told her of the view, how spacious it is, and she was very happy for me. Then suddenly, the little voice in me spoke up, it wanted me to tell Auntie Angeline that the new place doesn't come with furnitures.. and so I did. And to my surprise, Auntie Angeline offered me to have the furnitures that we have in our current unit, at a bargain price.
So everything was settled and concluded in just one weekend. It's amazing when I think about it. A few weeks ago, I received notice that I have to move out because the owners of the unit that I'm staying in want to take the unit back to sell it. I was slightly worried that my buddies and I couldn't find a new place in such a short time. But here we go, everything was done just in the nick of time, at the end of May, in just one weekend, and we have room for the one month's notice, so that we can move out in time, by end of June.
At that moment, I can't help feeling as though I'm in the middle of a play, with that little voice being the director and the script writer, and all I have to do is listen to it, and follow it to the best of my ability.
I completed my weekend watching Love Actually on VCD, and went out with my little brother to grab some sushi, see Shrek 2, and The Day After Tomorrow. But I cannot help feeling this little voice, and thinking about it. It's as though I've known it all my life. I know its sweetness and the soothing comfort that it brings. I don't think I will ever want to let it go.
Sometimes all we have to do
is just stop trying so hard,
and listen to what that little voice
inside our hearts
tells us to do.
~~
Happiness is
being taken by surprise
with little sparks of love
from places you least expect
at moments when you expect none at all,
is feeling The Father's embrace
through the smiles and helping hands of friends,
and even strangers,
is knowing that we receive
not because we have earned,
but because we are loved.
~~
I had a very nice weekend. All through the weekend I had this nice feeling, this little voice inside my heart, that just refuses to remain silent.
The voice is sweet, it's comforting, it's all around. It makes me feel more at ease, more at home, I smile more, and people can see that the voice is in me.
The girl at Delifrance gave me three cookies for my coffee for the first time - I didn't know what I did, but she laughed, and kept smiling while she was giving me those cookies. I smiled too. It was a very nice and warm feeling, in contrast with the weather outside, which was very cold and wet with the summer rain.
I went to the Holland Village VCD/DVD Rental for the first time, and had a good time talking to Ling Ling - the sales girl there. It was kinda funny the way she insisted that I should rent horror and sci-fi movies while I was there actually to rent "Love Actually". I thought sales people are supposed to listen more and talk less. But she's really fun. I got to know a bit about her, how she came from a local polytechnic, worked for a bank, and didn't really like it. And at the end, I gave in to her 'gentle persuasion' and rented one horror sci-fi that she recommended.
This little voice seems be with me everywhere, even in my dreams.
I had a dream Thursday evening. I dreamt of Aunt Patricia, the property agent that I've been in contact with. I dreamt that I met her and she showed me four names on a piece of paper. The first three are names of people I do not know, and the last was mine. All the names were circled out except for mine. So on Friday, I gave her a call, and arranged to view a unit on Saturday. It turned out to be a very good call. The unit was beautiful. It was on the 17th floor (the top floor). It has a very nice view. The bedrooms were beautiful with the wooden finishing and wood-tiled floors. The living room and kitchen were spacious. I heard that voice again saying "Joey, this is the one."
Aunt Patricia said that the owner wanted 1800 - a price that I know is too high for my buddies and I. But then the voice told me to try to negotiate, and it gave me the words to say. At the end, we got a 2 year contract, for a price that is much lower than the other unit that we've seen that is not as beautiful as this. Aunt Patricia contacted the owners of the unit and they agreed rightaway.
There's one problem though - the unit doesn't come with furnitures. But, the little voice remained calm, and there's this strange sensation that everything will be okay, it's the kind of peace that you get when you listen to the rain on a cloudy summer afternoon.
I called up Auntie Angeline, our current agent, to tell her that we have found a new place and we want to move out. I told her how beautiful the new place is. I told her of the view, how spacious it is, and she was very happy for me. Then suddenly, the little voice in me spoke up, it wanted me to tell Auntie Angeline that the new place doesn't come with furnitures.. and so I did. And to my surprise, Auntie Angeline offered me to have the furnitures that we have in our current unit, at a bargain price.
So everything was settled and concluded in just one weekend. It's amazing when I think about it. A few weeks ago, I received notice that I have to move out because the owners of the unit that I'm staying in want to take the unit back to sell it. I was slightly worried that my buddies and I couldn't find a new place in such a short time. But here we go, everything was done just in the nick of time, at the end of May, in just one weekend, and we have room for the one month's notice, so that we can move out in time, by end of June.
At that moment, I can't help feeling as though I'm in the middle of a play, with that little voice being the director and the script writer, and all I have to do is listen to it, and follow it to the best of my ability.
I completed my weekend watching Love Actually on VCD, and went out with my little brother to grab some sushi, see Shrek 2, and The Day After Tomorrow. But I cannot help feeling this little voice, and thinking about it. It's as though I've known it all my life. I know its sweetness and the soothing comfort that it brings. I don't think I will ever want to let it go.
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