date: Saturday, August 23, 2008 @ 12:30 am
title: Silence
you kill me with your silence. argh!
I refuse to let you go.
refuse to be back down by lies.
I refuse to be refused.
I will jump.
stomp.
punch.
scream.
break.
laugh.
praise.
sing.
clap.
dance.
joke.
roar. until that devil of yours leave you.
silence.
man. give me some music.
date: Thursday, August 21, 2008 @ 11:54 pm
title: Proud
STC girls. I'm proud of you.
It's possible to do well for N levels. So please start to mug harder and smarter, and make me panic as to how to prepare for the K Boxs celebration :)
You all can become leaders.
God knew.
And I think so too.
date: @ 10:37 pm
title: :l
My watch's gone. His arm's broken. He reached his lifeline.
And one song came floating inside my mind: '..Good bye my lover. my closest friend. You are the one. You are the one for me..'I need to get some clothes. help. I think I should go black. I'm a flop when it comes to fashion and colour matching and coding. Just seems to find it extremely difficult to put things together. I'm gonna marry a fashion designer and let her decide my day to day dressing. Argh.
Pain. Feeling pain everywhere inside out. In my Spirit. In my Soul. In my Flesh. This is how the Dying place feels like: I want to do what I want but I chose to set it aside for destruction onto God - consecration.
"I will give whatever I have to you, God. So to have more you. Jesus. Hence to experience your presences, Holy Spirit."
I love you, Father.
date: Monday, August 11, 2008 @ 2:37 pm
title: Ground Zero
No time to emo.
Everytime I feel like to emo and rot and mold.
I will Encourage myself, Motivate my soul and 'O God!' I will shout.
Let the buses bang me!
Let the trains slice me!
Let the horses tear me limbs apart!
But nothing beat the Word of God that settles the waves in my heart.
That brings peace and tranquility inside out.
That rekindles the violence and fire inside of me.
That strengthens my brokeness, by healing and humility.
0030.
0300.
3000.
We will grow.
Send me. Even to the pit of the valley to pick the keys to the window in heaven.
Send me. Even to the bottom of the ocean to rise the broken and tore ships of dreams.
Just Send me.
date: Tuesday, August 05, 2008 @ 10:40 pm
title: Par-jeer!
Peer pressure sia. "Where's your group photo?" hahaha. all the leaders posted the group photos we took after service, when the church is empty and after we were instructed to enjoy our evening.
Some times to fellowship is not always about getting into a movie or a dinning table or doing something recreational. Most of the time, it's just simple stuff, like fighting to get into the screen shot.
Alright. I'm an IT bum. lazy to download and upload photos. ha. "den what's the use of getting a camera phone?" hmmm.. i think i should stop talking to myself.
my 4D number for the next 3 months: 0030.
By the way, I like wei siang's 4D number: 9999. That's alot of faith. ha.
All the best STC gals, tmr's start of prelims. And if you happen to be reading this, better get going to study. argh!
date: Friday, August 01, 2008 @ 7:18 am
title: Mighty Warriors
morning.my precious morning is stolen away by an unwelcoming army-related phonecall. Seriously, i can just not pick up my phone (cos i'm on leave) and hoping that the matter that I was desperately needed to settle will by some miracle disappear. But, responsibility is responsibility. one minute of reluctance will results in one million minutes of disaster. argh! 'Love is suffer long. Love is kind..' Thank God that He inspired Mister Paul to write letters to encourage the Corinth, otherwise the existence of the little black book will not be possible and thus result in my attitude problem.
well. the day before. I met my beloved C2. Most of them. It is just one of the days that meeting people or person, you just really look forward to see them, like 'i-just-can't-wait-to-see-you-man' feeling. Then as I was getting to the little hut along the Istana Park, I was visualizing how it would look like when C2 grows to say 15 to 20 people and when we occupy the hut, we would not just take a small corner of it but the whole center area. Den I will hear people complain that they are under the sun, the floor here wet there dirty, the fan not blowing towards their direction and I will need to repeat myself to ask them to sit closer cos the speed of sound is only 330m/s. I start to imagine how the boys will tease the girls about anything under the sun and the girls will laugh at the boys how unruly they look like and smelllllly! Their laughter fills the area and permeates the whole surrounding. Their whining vibrates thru the air. Their 'YES!' and 'AMEN!' storms the ground like the 300 Spartans.
And when I look at them, they are really the 300 Spartans that will take the world for Jesus by waves and storms and fire and their gentleness. I can just see how these youth in uniform now will be donned in their most chic cardigan, coupled with various bling blings with the added touch of eyeliner and mascara and funky hairstyle. These are the up and coming below 25 that will make an impact in the world, with the heart and desire to make God know to the earth like how they personally know Him.
I always remember that I once said after Baptism when I was asked how I felt after it, 'I feeeeel Refreshed. Ready to Conquer the World for Jesus.'
When I look at my dearest C2 as they walked across the pool along Istana park, I see a gathering of superheros marching down the Hero's Arena.. you know like Gladiators with the background music.
They will become world changers. so much so that they are heard but not seen. fear but not feel. hahahaha. kidding. that's like Alexander. Anyway whatssup with macho man movies and me?
Life will be better. In Jesus' Name. Definitely :)
