Sometimes she forgets.

It hits you like a disease. You don't see it coming sometimes. And before you know it, your eyes are shut so tight, you're lying sideways on your bed and you can no longer breathe the way you used to.

Secret.

Ju and I went early morning swimming today. Seriously physically challenging. Ugh. But was nice. :) Learnt a new term.

Freestyle = Crawl (the warrior king!) , according to Ju.

Hmm.

Hung around at club for awhile. Ju gave me a tour. Walked back to her place after some thick pancakes which took ages to come. Surprisingly the walk wasn't tiring. K.O.-ed on her bed though while we sat around reading after.

She returned the favour of coming over to my place after lunch. Laughed our arses off while watching Secret with my sister though. It was a really sweet movie. A little confusing in the beginning but once you get it, it's really sweet. Anyway, the funny part was the screwed up subtitles. They did a direct translation of every Chinese word into English.

i.e. "Byebye" was translated into 'Religious festival' (Pai Pai)

Hahahah.

Jay Chou rocks the piano. And I keep falling asleep all over the place today. Early mornings aren't good for me. Hmm.

Your ♥ in my ♥.

i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

ee cummings

Carpe Diem.

I think you can't wait for someone to fly underneath you and save your life.

You have to save yourself.

Hello Beautiful.

The object of my affection. :) Adriel. The mob of spawn kids visited today. They're all super adorable and all but when there are 8 toddlers running around, dripping with keropok, its more spawn-like than cute.

Went on spontaneous visiting today too. With Serena and Sis. Went to a few places. Was fun. :) Very laid back.

Just came home from Jesse's place. His room is gorrrrgggeeeeooooouuuuusssss. I suggested a switch but its hard to compromise with a boy who kept saying "MY house. MY house." everytime you touched his stuff. He makes us laugh so hard sometimes, its hard not to wheeze.

His decker bed. And that's Achmed under the bed, the terrorist.

He has a living room under his bloody bed. Jeez. Notice the huge, stolen amp and the gorgeous guitar case behind the chair. ARGH.

I could've killed him for having this.

He wanted me to take this. His collection.

He kept showing off his webcam. He asked, "You wanna see picture? You want? You want? CANNOT! MY house."
-.-

Don't know why they're fighting for Achmed's turban thing.

♥

And Jesse, three words. 'Text you first.' ;) Hahah.

Wednesday.

Jesus understands every weakness of ours, because he was tempted in every way that we are. But he did not sin! So whenever we are in need, we should come bravely before the throne of our merciful God. There we will be treated with undeserved kindness, and we will find help. (Heb. 4:15-16 CEV)


Its Ash Wednesday. A time for repentance and the beginning of Lent. :)

Its also the eve of Chinese New Year. I can't wait. xD

Intimacy.

It's like saying take my heart and grind it into burger.

Dempsey.

Remember that picture I posted up a few months ago of Dempsey in a dress?


Jesse has one of him holding his inanimate man boobs up on his blog. BAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAH.


BUT, he also posted up this super hot picture of McDreamy so all is justified, I suppose.


Wonder if Min's still scarred. Hmm..

:)

And heaven gave earth her finest gift. The Lamb of God who took away the sin of the world.

"My God, my God, why did you abandon me?" Why did Christ scream those words?



So you'll never have to.

'Next Door Saviour' ; Max Lucado.

WYDVC08 was amazing. They've done it again. He's done it again. :) I've missed Him. It's nice to be home.

Sometimes it feels as if what you're doing at a particular point of time could not get any better. Like this is the life. Watching anime, reading, lazing in front of the television watching sitcoms, playing badminton. That's pretty much how my life runs now. And up til yesterday I felt like that was all I wanted to do to fill my time. Take advantage of every last second of the freedom I have by wasting it doing the things that I'd been deprived of the past year.

But yesterday as I stepped into that church, I didn't want to leave. Ever. If I could. That whole day was a spiritual experience. It may not have been a huge hype that swept me over, like the feeling you get at the end of a youth concert but it was something you could feel with your heart. It was better. I felt at home. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to do that forever; be with God.

And yeah, all those things that I usually do at home, I thought of all those things. About how when I got home I could do all those things again. To go back to my everyday routine that I was usually so pleased with. But no, it wasn't enough to make me want to leave. I thought to myself, I'd leave all of that behind. Leave everything behind. For this. I felt at home. Like the first time I went for camp. I didn't want to leave because I felt at home. And don't get me wrong. I have a great family, great home. And I love coming home to them. But this feeling, no one on earth could give me. Its the joy that nothing and no one else could ever provide. He makes me feel even more like I belong than I already do. Even more loved. Even more at home. Wherever it may be.

He loves me like no one could ever love me. And I love Him.

And damn, does it feel awesome. Now, only one thing is left to do. Carry my candle and go light my world. : )


Listening to : Go light your world - Chris Rice

Me. :)

I've been thinking. I wished I was different. Didn't write poems or songs, no matter how bad I am at it. That way I wouldn't talk in riddles so much, wouldn't over think every situation and wouldn't be abnormal. I wished I were simpler. Isn't that what they like?

Did I really ask myself that question? I know I don't really care about that, right?

But I couldn't change. Even if I wanted to. This is who I am. I download an Eric Clapton song just because I see it on Nana and want to hear what it would sound like. I find simple joy in reading manga in front of the computer for straight long hours. I play the guitar til my wrist sores and don't feel it until I stop. I believe that God is the only one who will complete me yet I screw up time after time. I write songs but after a while I forget the tune to my own compositions. I enjoy scribbling cadaver eventhough I know those drawings suck. I write an essay all the way to the middle and start hating what I've written from the beginning and rush the ending. I want so badly to leave the country eventhough I know it will be tough as hell there. I no longer have crushes and I love being single but I can't stand being alone. And I no longer cry for anything because I believe I've grown out of it.

I was thinking. In any case, even if I wanted to be what they like, I've got to like me first. Don't you think? ;)


My big computer armchair isn't all bendy anymore. Hmph. :(