January 2012
19 posts
As I feast on my LJS, at the corner of my eye is a man dressed in a crimson shirt. He has lost a leg face filled with stub and age. He fidgets with the silver basket place just in front of him. As I continue to watch him from a far on my slightly uncomfortable seat I realize that his fingers were slightly - deformed. As he kneel before crowds walking pass him, he looked at people with these eyes,...
Good morning world; I just woke up. I may feel a little sleepy; I may stumbled a little in my folly; I may not be at wittest as I wish I may be; I may not be like you, I may even stink a little. But may I join you in this race? May I be part of the dreams that you possessed? We might never be like yesteryear but I promise to stay plugged in and connected. I hope I’m not too late to strobe...
Is passion enough to fuel?
Perhaps it’s days like these that I feel like I’ve been living in a zoo. I might have been one of the chimps all this time.
I can’t recall my last drink. There was no mement of abrupt clarity where I leaned over a highball of scotchm inhaled its sweet poisonous fumes and then dramatically pushed it away from me. There was no huge horrible thing that took place and changed my life forever, just a slow but tireless army of small horrible things: serial humilations, amnesiac apologies, diminished expectations, sighs...
What’s the secret to my miraculous recovery, you might ask? Well, there is no secret because there has been no miracle. I got better the way everyone gets better: by trial and error and error and error, by fumbling around and making mistakes but not giving up and working incredibly hard at it every day and eventually, through a painful and laborious process of eliminating every wrong turn,...
Out where the dreams all hide.
Out where the wind don’t blow,
Out here the good girls die.
And the sky won’t snow
Out here the bird don’t sing
Out here the field don’t blow
Out here the bell don’t ring
Out hear the bell don’t ring
Out here the good girls die
Cinderella don’t you go to sleep, it’s a bitter form refuge. Don’t you know...
Maybe this time I’m not turning back.
Maybe this time I’m taking photography for real.
Maybe this time I’m gonna get more of those fruits of the spirit.
Maybe this time I’ll soak more, love more and give more.
Maybe this time it will be different.
Generous in love—God, give grace! Huge in mercy—wipe out my bad record.
Scrub away my guilt,
soak out my sins in your laundry.
I know how bad I’ve been;
my sins are staring me down.
4-6 You’re the One I’ve violated, and you’ve seen
it all, seen the full extent of my evil.
You have all the facts before you;
whatever you decide...
The only person in the bible Jesus promise a place in heaven wasn’t Peter, neither was it Peter or any of the guys. It was the thief that hanged on a cross beside Him.
Worthy of some thoughts?
For one, never look down on a convict they know things you don’t know.
If tomorrow never comes
Will she know how much I loved her
Did I try in every way to show her every day
That she’s my only one
And if my time on earth were through
And she must face this world without me
Is the love I gave her in the past
Gonna be enough to last
If tomorrow never comes
How cliche, but oh how sweet.
misslim:
Cos I’ve been through some really, really, hard times. And regardless of it all, eventually I survive. Sometimes with the last breath I’m left with, sometimes I simply triumph over it.
So I know & know & know. That, things turn out fine eventually. If not, it’s not the end.
U are deserving of all the praises Lord, my heart is longing to be in Your presence once more. #2012
December 2011
22 posts
(I’m) Ill with want and poisoned by this ugly greed
Temporary is my time
Ain’t nothin on this world that’s mine
Except the will I found to carry on
Free is not your right to choose
It’s answering what’s asked of you
To give the love you find until it’s gone
How do you compare a soldier to a priest?
Well that’s a lie.
“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the...”
– Roald Dahl (via colourcollision)
Is it safe?
I do not have a degree nor do I excel in my studies. I’m not a convict but I sit around a table full of them. I believe in people who steal and con; lie and cheat; in them I see destiny. I do not keep a standard like “they” do, neither do I talk about ministry. I talk about their lives and lesson one, love as much as I can. I’ve failed badly a couple of times...
O how marvelous! O how wonderful!
And my song shall ever be:
O how marvelous! O how wonderful!
Is my Savior’s love for me!
I ask myself when I read an article about photographers who lost their lives in the midst of their “job”.
I would like to be “where the bullets were flying and the mortars were landing, giving his life to tell stories few want to see, but none can afford to ignore.” - a price only few can afford to pay.
Just a thought. Just a dream.
Hello old man. Those eyes, that look, that walking stick, and your stagger. The glasses, the wrinkled eyes, and the slow-out-fast-in breathing pace. You remind me of my old man. It’s been 8 months, and I still feel you so close to my heart.
Obedience
If you are willing and obedient, you shall eat the good of the land; but if you refuse and rebel, You shall be devoured by the word”;
Choked
There is more that meets the eye.
Most of our teenage years are deemed chasing papers; PSLE, N/O levels, A levels, Diploma, Degree. That isn’t a lie. We are taught the practicality in these papers and how they hold great powers in which we live our lives in future. We set them as priority and they are our “vision”. Acquiring these visions are our number one goal, we place...
A excerpt from the story of The Princess and The Goblin.
Curdie, a strapping young miner, has been captured by goblins and is trapped in a cave. One night little Irene, hearing goblins in her house, takes out a magic thread given to her by her fairy grandmother and starts to follow it. It takes her right down into the darkness she most dreads, but she follows it in faith, finds Curdie and leads...
Sudden thought: our lives mimic what is like a game of Jenga. We take our chances, we make brave and smart decisions and we have little to no control when these blocks come crashing. But for most things in life, we can always build it back up when it falls and start taking those chances again.
If you don’t take your chances, you don’t trust and play the game, nothing will happen to...
Did I lose myself? Did I left myself behind? Did I let my heart unwind?
Fondly, you appease the commotion
Yeah, but seldomly does it give you the notion
When efficiency is the king of your motion
Do it anyway, you do it anyway
Echo, goes the info in your head
‘Cause you’re a techno and you’re techno-bled
Beneath the undertow where the rest of you is dead
You do it...
November 2011
17 posts
“How can you live with the terrifying thought that the hurricane has become...”
– N.T.Wright
There’s always some reason
To feel not good enough,
And it’s hard, at the end of the day.
What do you say?
Today I’m grateful for many things. I thank God for an able-body. I thank God for awesome family and friends that inspires and tell me when I can and when I shouldn’t. I’m thankful that its raining and I’m not out there in the jungle feeling worst than human. I’m thankful for the skills I acquire and the people who taught me them. I thank God for salvation, purpose...
LIGHTS →
So I gain some courage and upload some photos on a tumblr to some popularity with cat owners.
Do I always have to struggle with… Maggi or no maggi?! Sigh
