Friday, January 29, 2010

I love the Lord


Jeremiah 29:11-13

11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. 12 Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. 13 You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.







Wednesday, January 27, 2010

drawn to you


I am drawn to you, still...
Perhaps like a tattoo,
Perhaps like connecting-dots leading to lucid end...
Perhaps like a line to an exciting beginning...
Or perhaps like a sketch to a beautiful painting of what may be...

I am drawn to you, always...
For my biased heart beats for none but you,
For there's nothing clearer than the sight of you,
For the comfort you provide, with a short string of words,
For always believing in me, when I doubt myself the most.


Monday, January 25, 2010

I got you




And when you need a place to run to,
For better, for worse, I got you.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

zombie

I love watching mindless tv programmes on a lazy afternoon...


This is one of my favourite! Wipe Out! No need to think. Just be like a zombie and point - urrghh - and laugh at people getting pummeled with crazy contraptions, gizmos, and whatchermercallits.


Like this... BOINK!! Awesome pose!

So much better than Fear Factor.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

I dream...

Lately, I haven't been so interested in reading about the news anymore. Everything is so negative. From the headlines, it sets the same tone for the rest of the paper. Sometimes I also find that we can't trust the reports anymore. They aren't written to inform the rest of us about the happenings, but rather to tap into our deepest morbid emotions and to get sympathy from most of us. I don't understand the point of reading them anymore.

I dream of reading a newspaper which tells stories about the goodness of human beings, tales about the superlatives of human nature, words that make us the higher species. I want to be able to read about a homeless kid studying his/her way to the top; I want to read about a regular John Doe jumping into a freezing lake to save his pet dog; I want to read about miracles we overlooked each day; I want to read stories that define us as God's children. That's what I want. That's what we should all have.


Tuesday, January 19, 2010

in the night before myxem

Today... I learnt an important lesson - something life-changing!



Chewing gum are laxative...



Dum dum.. Where's my Gum Gum??

Thursday, January 14, 2010

butterfly effect

The butterfly effect is a metaphor that encapsulates the concept of sensitive dependence on initial conditions in chaos theory; namely that small differences in the initial condition of a dynamical system may produce large variations in the long term behavior of the system.



I spotted a trapped orange butterfly fluttering against the window pane over the kitchen sink. I knew it yearned freedom, for the sun was outside, shining brightly over the flower hedges. I decided to open the window as wide as I could. Nectar was aplenty at that time of the day - it was just before noon. Lunch time should be near. All creatures share the same eating times right?

I was heating mine over the stove. Steam accumulates quickly in the kitchen. So, I had the exhaust fan on to flush the steam out.

The butterfly was still oblivious to my goodwill. It was still struggling to see past the barrier which was the glass window. I tried to shoo it towards the opening. It was the last thing I wished I had done. Next thing I knew, my hands were cupped over my mouth as I shrieked OHMYGOODNESS!

The sound of terror - like the sound of a zzzapppp! - like the sound of paper against some heavy machinery - diluted each of my senses, shrouded me with guilt.

I off the fan, and naively looked out the window, hoping that the evaporated, disembodied flying fairy could somehow have coalesced back together. But to my horror, none of such.

Just like that... so tragic... so fragile...


Take this lesson to heart... to the rakyat, we live in a beautiful country. Don't let one word be the instigator, be the fuel to fire, to cause a storm... a pyrostorm in this multiracial muhibbah nation of ours. Thank you.


tired

Has this ever occur to you??



It has happen to me a few too many times. Exhaustion, you know. Then, I would get stares, but no actions. Not that I am expecting a seat... I just hope that they would wipe the look on their face when I would nearly collapse. I bet 99% of them wished I did... for humour.


Monday, January 11, 2010

regaining your trust


Who will win the holy war
Can you tell me what they’re fighting for
And do you look down in disgust
God don’t give up on us

- Jessica Andrews -


It's true.
Many bad things are happening all at once...
But that's not gonna stop us from doing good things.
So don't give up.


Thursday, January 7, 2010

spectacular


"I believe that this time is a lot tougher than what we had last time..."


"... but then we expected it. It will be uphill from here onwards. It will be exciting and dangerous along the way. But the view from the top would be magnificent! All we have to do is just put in our extra effort and work hard now..."


Wednesday, January 6, 2010

exam motivations part I



Chorus:
Yeah... gotta start
lookin' at the hand of the time we've been given here
this is all we got and we gotta start thinkin' it
every second counts on a clock that's tickin'
gotta live like we're dying exams're tom'row

We only got
86 400 seconds in a day to
turn it all around or throw it all away
we gotta tell 'em that we love 'em use our time wisely
while we got the chance to say study
gotta live like we're dying exams're tom'row

:D

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Let's all get First Class (Honours)!

Remember Our Vision!

Sunday, January 3, 2010

life after...

Most recently,
I have an affinity,
a desire,
which transpire...
after these melodies came to me,
which help me to clearly see,
that perhaps somewhere in my mind,
I have always wanted you to be mine.

But the songs also sang,
and I listened with a slight tinge of pang,
that maybe the best of times are in the past,
and that maybe we wouldn't have last.

I guess my mind,
was just playing tricks,
it had me completely blinded,
and that made me spoke what I speak-ed.

And now I believe what you had told me before,
at that night when I made that call,
that maybe,
surely,
hopefully,
likely,
even if I needed to be dragged... which I was
or resorted to being drugged... which I was
I would eventually realise,
that perhaps,
after some time,
I would say je t'aime...
not to thou,
but to another beau...


Friday, January 1, 2010

happy new year!

This mash up is soooooo cooooool!!