times

curiosity irks
expectation smirks

dissolve

i praise You still

ecclesiastes

3

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:

a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

street lamps

we could almost see what's coming, we talk about the structure, an idea, a plan. we use history, intellect, judgement. some are certained, some- wavering.

must there really be structure?
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today was a day of sorts, so many Christmas moments, so many hearty laughs, warmth, punches, and reminder (do you still wonder at His birth? If yes, are you doing something- telling it to the world?), placing things down on our mind map, tracing the different paths we took or will be taking, weighing the consequences of each one not taken, putting a flag on our point of difference, mapping out our opportunity costs, realizing that things will never be the same.

life goes on, and on the 30th, it will be another milestone.

we took a long turn, and then the engine revved. the car steered away.

:)

closure

as we come to an end, i give thanks, even for the simplest of things.

this year has been infinitely great, and it is only the beginning. of the ups and downs, sideways swerving, crazy moments, i will need to embrace myself because darn, let's face it, there are many many more crazyx1000 moments to come.

yes, words fail me but i attempt.

sometimes archives serve as a chart/reminder (painful or not) because you can look through them, and measure your growth, if any. i look at april, and some juncture before that, I thank God He brought me through step by step, to a place where amazing grace, love, mercy, just overwhelm me.

there are yet so many boxes to be open, so many difficult moments, so many I-don't-know's and I'm-not-sure's. But I lean on the fact that He never fails, He is always listening, and we should always be trusting.

most of all, i want to be that person He wants me to be, especially in 2029.

words still fail, but at least, i tried.

two thousand nine

the street lights form dancing shadows on me, in that pitch black darkness of a moment, i realized.
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just like that, 2009 is marching past me.

hulk

I can't seem to have my way with words even more so now that the year is coming to an end. Tis' odd.

brf

again, reminded. i lift it all up to You :)
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next year will be crazy, crazy fun. i'm looking forward, and feeling excited over just handing in my application. it will be amazing, and i'd really like to equip myself before starting uni. i hope my parents are happy. 29th Dec will be tense, but i know i have God, and He's on my side.
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will need to do some last minute packing and cleaning tomorrow, and run around coll a little.

blot

october 6th, 2009
I ride on this tall wave of indefinite things
But my heart longs for consistency and sings
Hey won't you come and sit with me now
For everything seems fine on this side of the town
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ooh, i've polkadots skin! :)

sunshine

lead me to the place, where I can see, amazing grace will carry me.

As I was stepping out, each step taken deliberately, the crunch of the gravel and soft sand, the sinking of the shoes in wet soil (mud) and lifting your feet up thereafter, the going up and coming down, the different sets of path and zones, and how it is always, always easy to follow others' preceding steps.

The maze of bushes, stumbling through the waist-high plants, waddling in ice-cold waters, with strong current rushing past your body and you cling on to big solid rocks. Stepping on stones, feeling the cold algae surface. Looking at how the kids live, they live simply.

Candles and generators, insects rejoicing with new food, bamboos, genuine happy smiles on people. How our Father is everywhere, omnipresent and big, how language is no barrier for us to communicate with Him. He listens to everyone everyday, since the beginning of time. He understands.

The two and a half days were well worth it. These are mere words, and some are still repressed.

molecules pt 2

so we sailed away into a gray sky morning
we all need to be watchful, at least I want to be watchful for when the time comes, I will run to Him.
sometimes we're like adhesive pieces, but yet i want so much to tear away, if only we don't make so much noise like Velcros.
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lately my sentences interject each other disorderly. ah, brains

light

everything seems to be going so fast lately, like sliding down a slide, a steep one. i once watched this video of a man sliding through life, from birth and into various phases - school, college, society, marriage, kids, and finally sliding into his coffin. time is swift and that itself is such an understatement. things have been taking on a hectic toll these days, and it's hectic in a good way. i like it, i am excited. although there are other opportunity costs to be dismissed, but oh well. my stomachs have been acting a little strange. tonight the moon was pretty, it glowed and looked almost like the sun, except painted on a dark velvety background.

underneath the stars, just a simple man and wife, somewhere in the dark, his words cut the silent night, "take my hand, for the child- that you carry is God's own."