2010
A winter's day
In a deep and dark December
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Don't talk of love,
But I've heard the words before
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain
And an island never cries.
No, I'm not saying that Physics is the hardest, the toughest subjects one can study
One thing about growing up: it never feels the way I thought it would
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Saturday, October 23, 2010
I don't like myself. Has anybody felt this way, the feeling of being the one who is fated to be lost in so-called genotype and phenotype lottery? Who am I trying to fool, act like a happy and grateful soul, amidst the blows expelled by life? I am no good. I am not okay.
My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going.
I do not see the road ahead of me.
I cannot know for certain where it will end.
Nor do I really know myself,
and the fact that I think I am following your will
does not mean that I am actually doing so.
But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you
and I hope that I have that desire in all that I am doing.
And I know that if I do this, you will lead me by the right road
although I may know nothing about it.
Therefore will I trust you always
though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death,
I will not fear, for you are ever with me
and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.
(by Thomas Merton)
But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him.... (Luke 15:20)
Sure on this shining night
Of starmade shadows round,
Kindness must watch for me
This side the ground
The late years lies down the north.
All is healed, all is health.
High summer holds the earth.
Hearts all whole.
Sure on this shining night
I weep for wonder
Wand'ring far alone
Of shadows on the stars
Went for NUSChoir late audition this afternoon. Said they had raised their standard for late auditions, to be fair. I was just giving myself a chance. I was very shaky. I prayed to God, if I cannot make it, let it be. Thought I missed the chance again.
"Congratulation! You're in! Do come to our practice this 630pm at CFA." Valentino told me on the phone.
He has made himself so vulnerable. His vulnerability is our shield against vulnerability. Naturally speaking, the worst thing that can happen to us here is that we die. But by his death, our death becomes a birth. He is shoulder to shoulder with us in our human journey. I suggest that you look at a crucifix (before the Blessed Sacrament if possible) and reflect on his agony in the garden—which was really the agony in his mind. Anxiety is a mind thing. He suffered it to the point of sweating blood. He is with you in this and he can put your mind to rest. Then reflect on and thank him for enduring the betrayal by Judas, the denials by Peter, and the abandonment by the apostles. Thank him for enduring the arrest and the cruelty of the guards and members of the Sanhedrin. Thank him for enduring the endless interrogations and that long night. Thank him for enduring the brutal scourging which robbed him of blood and strength and left him with a pounding headache that remained with him until death. Thank him for enduring the mockery and crown of thorns that caused such pain—and the rejection at the praetorium. Thank him for carrying the cross which caused such extreme shoulder pain—and for falling onto the filthy stone streets with the cross on top of him—and getting up each time. Thank him for receiving the nails into his hands and feet. Thank him for struggling to push down on his nailed feet to raise his body in order to fill his lungs with air as he hung on the cross once it was raised into place. Thank him for enduring such agony for three hours until his strength gave out in that eternal moment when he gave up his spirit and died—giving us his life. This whole ordeal, but especially his time on the cross (where he couldn’t even scratch his nose) was a lesson on releasing control and submitting to the Father. Such awareness puts our lives into perspective.
credits to Fr Vincent Serpa
Don't give up
It's just the weight of the world
When your heart's heavy
I...I will lift it for you
Don't give up
Because you want to be heard
If silence keeps you
I...I will break it for you
Everybody wants to be understood
Well I can hear you
Everybody wants to be loved
Don't give up
Because you are loved
Don't give up
It's just the hurt that you hide
When you're lost inside
I...I will be there to find you
Don't give up
Because you want to burn bright
If darkness blinds you
I...I will shine to guide you
Everybody wants to be understood
Well I can hear you
Everybody wants to be loved
Don't give up
Because you are loved
You are loved
Don't give up
It's just the weight of the world
Don't give up
Every one needs to be heard
You are loved
Just tonight, I randomly opened this post at Yahoo! website. 'Armless pianist defies odds in talent show'. I thought he was "another" talented guy who has been practicing since 2 or 3 years old, "only that" he was born without arms.
Turns out that....
Only 4 hours sleep last night (or should I say dawn?) costs me a lot of troubles.
I cannot concentrate in my study at all. Lectures were hard and I got migrain many times. My influenza got worse. The used-to-be-only-potential pimple expands to its maximum radii.
I felt out of weather throughout the day. I became more clumsy than I usually am. I left my pouch in the canteen.
All I have to do is to be consistent. But I rushed and ruined many things.
Patience... patience...
Need to pay my sleep debt @_@ and then start over.
our Peking Duck Pizza! |
And if there is a time I cannot see it, remind me that I am blindsided, or maybe I am obstinately blindfolding myself.
Life is beautiful
We love until we die
When you run into my arms,
We steal a perfect moment.
Let the monsters see you smile,
Let them see you smilling.
Do I hold you too tightly?
When will the hurt kick in?
Life is beautiful, but it's complicated.
We barely make it.
We don't need to understand,
There are miracles, miracles.
Yeah, life is beautiful.
Our hearts, they beat and break.
When you run away from harm,
Will you run back into my arms,
Like you did when you were young?
Will you come back to me?
I will hold you tightly
When the hurting kicks in.
Life is beautiful, but it's complicated,
we barely make it.
We don't need to understand,
There are miracles, miracles.
Stand where you are.
We let all these moments pass us by.
It's amazing where I'm standing,
There's a lot that we can give.
This is ours just for the moment,
There's a lot that we can give.
I saw them selling these hairpins for S$6 in SG. Walah... I can quit school and open this new business. heheh...
Would anyone wear that thing to school?
Sangat Alay. LOL. My friends said I was like a drunken aunty with that thing on my head.
OK, I agree, my friends spoil me too much.
- Boston by Augustana
- Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol
- Cold Water by Damien Rice
- 9 Crimes by Damien Rice
- Misguided Ghost by Paramore
- Warning Sign by Coldplay
- Why does it always rain on me by Travis
- Learn you inside out by Lifehouse
- Pills by Sarah Maclachlan feat. the Perishers
- Something in me was dying by Keane
- Heaven Forbid by the Fray
- Too much love will kill you by Queen
- Nara by ES Postheomus
- Soldier of fortune by Deep Purple
- Rainy Days and Mondays by the Carpenters
- Yesterday Once More by the Carpenters
More than 1/3 vacation has gone. I still have time. Let's not waste it.
Start Organizing.*
Open with prayer. * Get the inspiration.
Build the motivation.*
Turn on the music.
Do the works.*
Bored?? Go to the fridge, just don't turn on TV.
Continue working, now biting and working.. :D
Close with prayer.*
*) credits to (L)Justhalf