date: Thursday, March 19, 2009 @ 10:04 pm
title: DCMF
Discipline. I tattoo it on my mind.
Committment. I tattoo it on my heart.
Maturity. I tattoo it on my soul.
Faith. I tattoo it on my strength.
Discipline my mind to focus, not to be distracted by unnecessary things.
Commit my heart to relationships, friendships that will grow me accordingly.
Mature my soul to likeness, like attracts like, wise men draw from each other.
Faith-filled my strength to dependance, be dependent on God.
Stay humble.
Stay close.
Stay in tune.
Stay there all the way.
From Wikiepedia: Discipline
In its most general sense, discipline refers to systematic instruction given to a disciple. This sense also preserves the origin of the word, which is Latin disciplina "instruction", from the root discere "to learn," and from which discipulus "disciple, pupil" also derives.
To discipline thus means to instruct a person or animal to follow a particular code of conduct, or to adhere to a certain "order." Consequently, "in the field of child development, discipline refers to methods of modeling character and of teaching self-control and acceptable behavior."
So for example, to discipline a child to wash her/his hands before meals. Here, 'washing hands before meals' is a particular pattern of behaviour, and the child is being disciplined to adopt that pattern. 'To disciple' also gives rise to the word disciplinarian, which denotes a person who enforces order.
An ideal disciplinarian is one who can enforce order without coercion for "family specialists agree that using physical force, threats and put-downs can interfere with a child's healthy development." Usually however, the phrase 'to discipline' carries a negative connotation. This is because enforcement of order - that is, ensuring instructions are carried out - is often regulated through punishment.
I love discipline.
Can I marry you?
hahahaha.
I'm at SOT now, not SOTA - School of The Arts :)
date: Tuesday, March 10, 2009 @ 11:38 pm
title: Grow. Black & White.
I want to be like you.
Think like you.
Be like you.
Talk like you.
Take away all the verb at the front
Switch it to a pronoun.
I just bought 3 black bands and 3 white bands with my bro.
It was like a purchase done out of a long period of pondering and wondering.
Why. Why I am so taken by it, everytime I pass by 77th Street.
Why. Why there is this thing that tells me that when I buy it and wear it. I will understand.
I did. I got it. Paid for it. I tore the price tag.
I squeezed the bands across my hands, around my wrist.
Anything? No. Nothing.
Hmmmm. it looks good on me.
Wait. Waiting. Waited.
As I was walking and listening to my Ipod.
I was staring at the bands. Suddenly. Something stucked me.
Dejavu.
I seen this before. I seen the bands colliding as I walked.
I realised why I wanted to get them.
Because I seen them before. Somewhere. Someday when I zoned out. Into Lalala land for 3 sec and back.
I seen this. I understood immediately what I mean to have them on my wrist.
It is the promise I made. The convenant. The vow. The set apart.
I need to be black and white about it.
I cannot remain grey about it.
It doesn't make sense to remain unsure.
Are you in or out?
Are you white or black?
Or are you still grey about it?
To be or not to be. That's the question.
Not to be. Now. Not yet.
Not yet for many things.
Still early. Still unripe. Still not ready.
So I think. Being black and white first.
Is the best poilcy.
They asked too much. They suggested too much.
You know which voice to listen to.
You know which sound of voice to drawn to.
You know.
You know who you want to be like.
Think like. Be like. Talk like.
Dun be distracted.
Just dun. Major not in the minor. And minor not in the major.
Major on the Major. And minor on the minor.
Wear it and Remember it.
Many are called but few are chosen.
Grow.
date: Friday, March 06, 2009 @ 12:29 am
title: March
Never really a fan of March.
Can it pass by me quickly, with no frills and thrills.
Just a silent March
It will do.
I love thee.
A simple greeting as such.
Would make it great.
It will do.
2 more years to go.
Time to keep it low.
And flow.
It will do.
date: Thursday, March 05, 2009 @ 12:24 am
title: Spooked
Being busy isn't such a good thing after all. I always thought getting work done is more important than getting connected to people. Just some flaws of mine, once the engine start rolling to work, everything else shuts down. Isolation mode.
But I learnt the lesson the hard way. Broke my limbs and and racked my brains out of me. Suddenly, my eyes are opened and I see the world in a much different light. My world.
Just day by day, i realised I serve a good God and my leaders and team are really awesome. Lately, I would pause what I am doing, and admire them, their speech and action, their heart and love for people.
2009 is going to be an amazing year. Just can feel the buzz in the air.
Amazing God. Amazing People. Amazing Life. Loving it (:
