It was my last day yesterday. The whole month, I haven't the chance to update, since work has been a priority and the other things too, finally its back to writing. It was an emotional day yesterday as everything seems to be the last, and apart of me was left behind. After only a month, it became home. Not for the very fact that it was just another structure, or just a business that I would miss, but it was the very people that made it felt like home.

A month went by, with just so many historic moments, that seems to make me feel apart of. The bonds made were more than just ordinary colleagues, we were friends, we became family. Weren't for the cafe, all would lead a life, not knowing one other. We were all uniquely different, bonded with a similiar purpose, a higher calling.

All is now done, the chapter closes, giving way to a new beginning. A new chapter being written. I have already started missing the place, but there is so much more ahead for my journey. I will move on, only to set these days apart from the ordinary. It became days to remember, days to cherish. Yesterday would not be just a wrinkle on my forehead, but a willing scar taken for the joyous times spent. I will remember, I will remember, how the wall was built, how a paperbag was made into a head, how the the writings were written on the boards, how the shirts were tugged nicely into the racks, how the chickens were baked, how GiG meant something, how Diving had a undistinguished meaning, how everything was. I will remember, yes, I will remember.

These 3 months meant something. I learnt, and now I know, I became, and now I am, I grew, and now I'm grown. Thank you, to the author and finisher of my faith. I am amazed.

Though these days are gone, it has left its marks. I will miss you all. You have made history, and I thank you.

Happy Independence Day, Malaysia.


**dedicated to Incafe, and the lives that impacted mine during my time there.

Took a break from writing for these couple of weeks. With just so much to do, I decided that this poor lil' bloggie would be neglected for awhile. Working with the church's cafe had been nothing less than exciting. Just the chance of building relationships with the other partners at the cafe, was itself the highlight of the work. Would really miss working there after I'm gone.

GIG(Getting Into God) National Rally had started a new vision amongst our generation. It was more than just a 4 day event. It became a date that marks a generation's passion to see God move on a higher level in our nation. Awesome.

We believe that its a time for change, a change for the good, or for the bad?, its for us to decide.

thought of the week ::

' when everything is lost, would I stand or stumble? when everything is gained, would I stand or stumble? when everything seems impossible, would I stand by you, or stumble from you?

when its my last breath, would I stand, or stumble? would you be there to greet, or to say goodbye? where would I be? help me. i'm weak, and you know; you know.

With what seems an eternity, just the many countless dishes to wash, He calmly walks out from the pit of washings, finally, to a many more customers seeking their food made well, with a smile. He did no less than everything required of an employee, or even more considering he took the garbage out to what He called 'disneyland' and had occasionally cleaned 'disneyland' too; an act he refers many time as 'diving'.

With just so much, He indeed was the very epitome of a multi-tasker. Though He wasn't the best at what He did, He did it all with a smile, or was it more like a grin on He's face, or just a structure on He's face that articulates a simple joyous feeling. It was a never ending tale, with the dishes mounting majestically as He quickly rinses each off, just tryin to make sure it wouldn't become the next tallest moving structure in competition to that great tower of Pisa.

After all was done, and the dishes all back gleaming to its supposed reflections, He came out with a smile, only to be interrupted to emptying the rubbish bins around the cafe. No less, He did it all with a big grin.

Every minute spent at the cafe felt like eternity, and with the hours slowly passing by, He had much to worry as more came to rendezvous over a meal. He knew, with more coming in, it was also more dishes to clean, but that didn't stop one bit of him joyously welcoming them in. He did it all with a smile.

The sun sets, and it was He's cue that the day is ending. He quickly cleans the last of the dishes, as He goes on to sweep and later mops the floor. With a smile, He tugs He's rough hands into He's pockets; exhales He's longest breath of the day, and just appreciates the silence of the cafe. For Him, it was another resourceful day, though it was the routine of He's everyday.

He was nothing more than a foreign worker in our local land. But, something uniquely special about Him was the fact that He, himself was the owner of the cafe. He, that was previously once, a very long time ago, an immigrant to our soil as a kitchen helper earning minimum wages had a dream of owning a cafe.

With a smile on He's face, He locks the doors to He's cafe, and walks away slowly. To him, though the circumstances were now all different, He was still the same person He was from the beginning; and that was why He smiled.