HUAT AH!! Written by : Reiki Sanctuary Date : Friday, May 29, 2009

"Huuuuaaaaatttttt Ah!!"Ah, can't hear you!!  Let's try again ..HHHHUUUUAAATTTTT AHHH!!Haha, guess I had been so free the other day.  Woke up and just refused to do anything.  Alright, there were few things accomplished - started with the usual morning ritual - coffee and toilet break.  Followed with the OCD habit of doing the bed, which is a must, and mopped the house abit, which is also another big must.  And, out of nowhere or rather the thought was so big in my head that morning, the idea to get the Universe to recognize...

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Pictures, Again! Written by : Reiki Sanctuary Date : Tuesday, May 26, 2009

*Bleah* - I was asked to show pictures of our balcony lah!To those requested to see how we did our balcony, with all the chengal woods, enjoy the pictures.Balcony - Right SideBalcony - Right ViewBalcony - Left SideBalcony Left ViewBalcony - Left ViewBalcony - Right [Top Angle]Balcony Right - Top Angle01.  We changed the day bed cushion/mattress to a higher density.  Day bed is from Wihardja.  The original cushion/mattress:Wihardja Day Bed02.  We fixed energy saving bulbs under the day bed.  Can also use T5.03.  We...

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"Wassup" Written by : Reiki Sanctuary Date : Tuesday, May 19, 2009

The kind of words used to communicate with another is very powerful in shaping how we view, and judge, ourselves.  Or, in a bigger picture, how we view the world.  Words express our values and ideas.  Words reinforce our attitudes and shape our behaviour. Words are powerful.  They can hurt just as much as being physically hit.  Words are living energy and active, sharper than any double-edged sword.  They can penetrate even to dividing soul and spirit.  Words are subtle reflection of our heart. Unfortunately,...

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Where Are Those Happy Days Written by : Reiki Sanctuary Date : Monday, May 11, 2009

Yes, those happy days just seem so hard to find.  And, I wonder whatever happened to love? Memories place my heart over the head and override all sense of logic, sanity and practicality.  I am still swamped, in bits and pieces, with a bottomless void of emptiness within.  At times, it can be just as bad as a drowning man wants air.  The tumult of grief and jittery of indignation create a wave of hesitation to believe in myself.  I find myself locked with my inner most thoughts.  In some ways, twisted into darkness...

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