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Saturday, November 07, 2009

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 12:55:43 GMT

If you were a beautiful sound and the echoes all around
Then I'd be your harmony and we'd sing along with the crowds

Aww man I miss the times I spent with the Gobbers in RV (after ting uploaded the snack-waterbottle on facebook and we talk about Guannie). And particularly hanging out with the angels hahahaha come to think of it it was a super cheesy name for us huh. Cant wait for the sleepovers and movie marathons and mahjong sessions that will be coming up soon and hang out with old palz and play and have long long talks and laughs

Friday, November 06, 2009

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 06:18:46 GMT

Hahahahah last night I dreamt that it was P.Geog paper, then it was in a lecture theatre and it was so casual that everyone was talking to each other and all. Like Div was on my left and Jarron on my right and it was those normal lecture swingy tables thing. And then Faith Mai was our examiner and she told us to stop talking so everyone didnt really care and she feigned anger but she laughed in the end -.-

I remembered freaking out cos the first question was an Econs question and I didnt study for it. It wasnt an essay paper, it was those Science Section B paper kind of short questions.

Funny.

I woke up and then hurried myself to study cos I thought exams had started.

Sunday, November 01, 2009

Sun, 01 Nov 2009 11:36:08 GMT

Sola gratia

What majesty, what mystery,
The God of all eternity
Stepped into time and gave His life for me
Your hand is seen in galaxies,
Yet Your Spirit dwells in me
So vast and yet You're still within our reach

My hiding place, refuge, Rock and my Strength.
Faithful one, Almighty God, Beautiful Saviour, Healer,
Father

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Sat, 31 Oct 2009 15:10:56 GMT

Digging a Small Shaft

Oh everyday prayer! You are poor and a little tattered and the worse for wear like the everyday itself. August thoughts and exalted feelings are difficult for you. You are not an exalted symphony in a great cathedral, but more like a devout song, well-intended and coming from the heart, a little monotonous and naive. But, prayer of the everyday, you are the prayer of loyalty and reliability, the prayer of selfless, unrewarded service to the divine majesty, you are the dedication which makes the gray hours light and the trivial moments great. You don’t ask about the experience of the one praying, but about the honor of God. You don’t want to experience something, but to believe. Your gait may sometimes be weary, but you still walk. Sometimes you may appear to come just from the lips and not from the heart. But isn’t it better that at least the lips are blessing God than when the entire human being becomes mute? And isn’t there more hope then that the sound from the lips will find an echo in the heart than when everything in man remains mute? And in our prayer-poor times, what one chides oneself or others for as lip-prayer is most often in reality the prayer of a poor but loyal heart that laboriously and honestly, in spite of all the weakness, weariness, and inner discontent, is at least continuing to dig a small shaft through which a small ray of the eternal light falls into our heart that is buried by the everyday.

[the Need and the Blessing of Prayer by Karl Rahner]

- Prayer: Does It Make Any Difference? by Philip Yancey

I thought this was really great, that I just had to share it here
Do try to read it (though it seems like there are alot of words), its really quite meaningful and relatable.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 06:39:01 GMT

Fraaaazzled

When I consider your heavens,  the work of your fingers,  
the moon and the stars, which you have set in place,
what is man that you are mindful of him,  
the son of man that you care for him?
You made him a little lower than the heavenly beings
and crowned him with glory and honor.

Psalm 8:3-5

About a week and a few more days to As,
I think its the anticipation of it thats killing me.
Hope it'll be better when Im in the midst of it? Hope I'd be fully prepared too.

Dont panic dont panic dont panic

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 10:28:30 GMT

Happppppy Birthday Thongalongz
Hahahahaha SURPRISE!!!!!!!
I hope you enjoyed carrying your supersize balloon home!

Monday, October 26, 2009

Mon, 26 Oct 2009 13:06:11 GMT

Was watching Sophie Scholl - The Final Days on Okto last night.
It was a realllly awesome movie, about how Sophie, her brother and a friend stood up against the Nazis together with a student resistance group and never gave up on their cause, even in the face of death.

Reminds me of last Sunday's message, if God can depend on me?
The movie ended off with a scene where the three of them were beheaded, and I couldnt really sleep at night cos I was just thinking about the guillotine and it kinda scared me a bit. Haha I mean I was just thinking if I can really be so passionate about God even when Im faced with death, and I really hope that even if I have to die because of my faith then let it be so. I hope that I can always always always be faithful to God and never compromise on my faith.

That aside, I was really amazed and impressed by Sophie and her brother. They were reallly awesome in arguing and standing up for their cause in the courts and in front of the officials, never wincing or hesitating. Nice movie

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Sat, 24 Oct 2009 06:06:26 GMT

You really do make my day

I cant wait for As to end
All the food, ice cream, fun and long afternoon naps Im gng to have.

Friday, October 23, 2009

Fri, 23 Oct 2009 01:04:13 GMT

Peace is the possession of adequate resources

When anxiety and fear creeps in,
whispering half-truths and discouraging words, I'd trust in the Lord, and know that He would never stop doing good to me. He has brought me to this very point in time, and He will sustain me and will carry me through.

I lift up my eyes to the hills—
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the LORD,  
the Maker of heaven and earth.

Psalm 121:1-2

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 13:09:44 GMT

Blue Umbrellas - D.J Enright

'The thing that makes a blue umbrella with its tail -
how do you call it?' you ask. Poorly and pale
Comes my answer. For all I can call it is peacock.

Now that you go to school, you will learn how we call all sorts of things;
How we mar great works by our mean recital.
You will learn, for instance, that Head Monster is not the gentleman's accepted title;
The blue-tailed eccentrics will be merely peacocks; the dead bird will no longer doze
Off till tomorrow's lark, for the latter has killed him.
The dictionary is opening, the gay umbrellas close.

Oh our mistaken teachers! -
It was not a proper respect for words that we need,
But a decent regard for things, those older creatures and more real.
Later you may even resort to writing verse
To prove the dishonesty of names and their black greed -
To confess your ignorance, to expiate your crime, seeking one spell to
lift another curse.
Or you may, more commodiously, spy on your children, busy discoverers,
Without the dubious benefit of rhyme.

(Finally understood the poem with help of Ghost.)