sporadically

1:15am, 1st November 2009
put your palm where your heart is. you can feel it beating rhythmically, steadily. that's when you're reminded that you are alive, and yet ironically, life is so frail. all it takes is for that now tangible heartbeat to stop.

sometimes we fail to take that moment to pause, even for a short while. pause, listen and feel your heart beating, quietly and silently without the stethoscope. be comforted that while your mind may tell you to give up at times, your heart has been doing its job faithfully all along, all these years. and be grateful that He has kept you this way.

here's to a ______ November 2009. cheers

123 goodbye

this year is not new anymore. we are not, you arent. spill some sentences on the floor, someone might pick it up or trip over it. words are magical. dont you wish balloons can make you fly?
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Canis Majoris, Beutergeuse, Rigel.

day to day i am in awe of Your majesty.

laminin
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today i went cycling, and i realized just how long has it been since i last cycled. i almost tripped/knocked into parked cars.

exhales

you know the feeling bottling up inside? that sometimes makes you feel like you just can't breathe, and simple details set you off like a ticking bomb. everything floods in, whether you like it or not. if you ever feel so, remember this-

You keep track of all my sorrows,
You have collected all my tears in your bottle,
You have recorded each one in your book.
" Psalm 56:8"


how precious we unworthy people are to Him.
ily Jesus.

tonight

This is the night. Maundy Thursday. This was the night, Jesus, King of kings, Son of God, washed the feet of his disciples. This was the night, Judas Iscariot carried out his plans, and Jesus knew, it is not that he didn't. He knew everything, you, me, how we're gonna be in 30 years time, 40, 50 ...

"He was despised, and we did not care. Yet, it was our weaknesses he carried; it was our sorrows that weighed him down-

But he was pierced for our rebellion, crushed for our sins. He was beaten so we could be whole. He was whipped so we could be healed-

He had done no wrong, and had never deceived anyone."

-some verses from Isaiah 53

This, is agape love.
This, is sacrifice, salvation.
This, isn't your " b@ybee, i WiL luv you 4eV@! muAAxxX!".
This, means everything to me.

This, was not what I deserved, but, yet.