I Love Stories

I am always in the quest for stories.  That is what I do actually, everyday.  I make a living meeting people, talking to them, asking them questions and construct their stories.  I love stories and love writing them.  Though not all stories gave me pleasure, in fact most of them gave me a lot of pressure.

But I love stories; especially stories of ordinary people because every one of them has a lesson for others to learn.  The lives of people who could make people stop and ponder, reflect, remember, and are inspired.  I do not write just for the sake of writing, though sometimes I do that, because it is my job to write.  Sometimes I got frustrated with the job I have now, but continue to go on; motivated by the possibility of finding great stories.

I write not because I hunt for stories, I write because it makes me grow as person.  I learn as I write and I write as I learn.  I need to feel and touch the reality from the deepest of my life through the stories I heard.  Then as I empty my cup, I construct that story front the tip of my pen.  As one writer said (forgot which writer) in every story you read, there must be a writer’s DNA registered in it.

People who know me will know that I love books very much.  I read various kinds of genres.  I do not read romance often, but my favourite genres are historical fiction and autobiography.  The more I read those stories, the more I became passionate about the heroes, and the more I wanted to meet them in real life.  Therefore, I wanted to write about them.

Growing up, I neither was the one shine in class nor was I selected to compete in essay writing.  However, my love for books started when I was in primary school.  I love books very much that I became a librarian but I did not pick up the habit of reading until I was 14 years old.  I finally picked up reading because I found out that I was terrible in English.  How bad?  Either I flunked or the highest I could get was ‘C’.  That is how bad I was, but as soon as pick up reading, I made a commitment to read every day.  My comprehension was so bad at first that I needed to read few times for a page to understand.  Then I started to read aloud and listen to English speakers especially those in the movies.  I picked up and tried to mimic until it stuck with me.  Some people said I have a spoken English of a native (though I doubt that sometimes).

I remember I entered a confessional room one day and as I started to confess my sins, the priest opened that little door and asked where I came from.  That caught me by surprise.

There was one person who believed that I could write and that is my former headmistress.  She was the first person to do that. She told me one day that I could pick up my pen and write.  I was down one day because I could not get into science class in Form 4.  Those times, people had a perspective that science class are for good students and Arts are for those who do not do well in studies.  However, my former headmistress told me that being in Arts class means wider field.  She told me that God put me in Arts class because He has a plan for me.  Therefore, she asked me to pick up my pen and write.  I did not do that until about 10 years later; I pick up my pen and write.

 

 

 

 

Torn In Two

I am torn in two,

Because of you, I am torn in two,

You came into my life, can I pretend I don’t care?

Your brokenness is more than my heart can bear,

You don’t care, you don’t care, that’s what I felt,

I wonder if you really want any help,

Oh! help me, because it hurts,

Patience tested, it hit my head on the dirt.

Unless you want your past to mend,

This darkness will not end,

Unless it became a battle to fight,

You’ll never see the light,

Excerpt from Symbolon: Beloved

God finishes His creation by the birth of a woman, born from Adam’s side as he sleeps a deep sleep, a deep rest. The woman complete God’s creative work. She represents the pinnacle of that work because with her creation, with her birth from the side of Adam, marriage now becomes possible. God in a very deepest sense, left the best for last. With this birth of Eve, the mystery of the world is unveil. The unveiling of the bride caused Adam to burst in songs of thanksgiving ‘This at last, the bone of my bone, and flesh of my flesh’. The world is complete and God had unveil the mystery of matrimony. – Symbolon: Beloved.

Know Me From Books

Do you believe that you could actually know me better by reading the book I read?  Or rather..books I chose to read.  Especially the ones that I hold dear in my heart.  I do not know that for sure.  Nobody ever told me.  I’m just wondering that would it be possible that even though that you guys out there had never met me personally, but could actually get a glimpse of what kind of person I am through the book I read.  There are books that I read for entertainment and some for encouragements and maybe to learn some life perspectives.  I do make some reflections on my life as I meditate on some of the books I’ve read.  Life after all, are full of uncertainties, but books…boy…some really took me on a journey.

My love for reading did not start at a very young age.  I know there are people out there who had a passion for reading…since they started recognising words.  Mine was not the case.  I started to seriously…sit down and read books at the age of 14, because I used to flunk my English (I am still trying to make sense how I turned from a girl who flunk her English at school to writing for a living today..hmmm).  It was a period that I inculcated a passion for language.  However, even before that, I knew that I’ve always love reading.  I just never get hold of it..that’s all.  So, at aged 14, I read any books I could find at the library; in which I became a school librarian for few years.  As I grew older, I started to pick up more books.  I read all kinds of genre, but of course, the genre I love is historical fiction.

Here is the list of some of the books I’ve read for the past years: (Just to name a few)

I Know This Much Is True – Wally Lamb

Unbroken – Laura Hillenbrand

Where The Heart Is – Billy Letts

The Boy Who Harnessed The Wind – Bryan Miller and William Kamkwamba

127 Hours – Aron Ralston

Born To Run – Christopher McDougall

The Life of Faustina Kowalska – Sister Sophia Michalenko

The Book Thief – Markus Zusak

Frankenstein – Mary Shelley

The Help – Kathryn Stokett

Les Miserables – Victor Hugo

The Lord of Rings Trilogy – JRR Tolkien

Team of Rivals – The Political Genius of Abraham Lincoln

Even Silence Has An End – Ingrid Betancourt

Ken Follett’s books

John Grisham’s books

David Baldacci’s books