thursdays child speaks her mind./

random update

2006-08-31T22:38:00.000+10:00

How do you count your days in one hand
It falls off like jelly beans
Within each
A flavour an hour
a minute of one. day.

What dreams and hope
A man lacks
A man has
A woman understands
People are essentially all the same

Repeat golden words of truth
learn from history
make your own

can you experience life from all angles
from a filmaker's intensive art of work

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2005-06-20T22:34:00.000+10:00

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pass on the word !

HEY STRANGER, THERE'S SOMETHING I WANT U TO KNOW

2005-06-08T23:54:00.000+10:00

Jesus loves you!

strum it along to a guitar.. or dance along as you read these words in monotone. or hum if u know the tune already. i sang this one way back when i was a kindergartener at tiny tots school. simple songs speak great volumes of truth. cos u see things crystal clear.!dont y'all think?

Jesus loves me this i know
for the bible tells me so
little ones to him belong
they are weak but He is strong
YES Jesus loves me
YES Jesus loves me
YES JESUS LOVES ME
The bible tells me so

Amazing or what...that the day God died. you know the reason behind that? So that we can come before our God and actually walk with him, yeah..wow factor..have a relationship with the Almighty Great and awesome creator, King of Kings and Lord of Lords. He died for us, He paid the wages for our sins. And the wages is death. You really want to know why God did that? Because He loves us so much. Even that puzzles me sometimes, why we unworthy creatures would be so blessed with such deep, uncomprehensive love from the Father. But did u know that at the beginning of the world God made man to be rulers to have dominion over the whole earth under the authority of God Himself? Whoa factor again. But choice. man made a choice to seek his own selfish desires, that first man, Adam, sinned by eating the fruit of the ONE tree God told Him not to. you see the way Satan deceives is this, he entices and lures weaving threads of lie upon lie to create a whole web of deceit of reasons to sin .. and in the end its all for NOTHING. just like bedazzled, u know that movie? its all for nothing people. NOTHING. look at the disasterous error made by one man that led to that fall of all mankind from adam afterwards? But God loves us so much that so that while we were still sinners, unworthy, He sent His son Jesus to die on the cross for our sins. That's how much He loves us..
SO that's what i want you all to know. That God loves you.
His love is deeper than the deepest ocean
wider than the widest ocean
And there is nothing in this world that can ever change His love
.....amazing. His love truly remains for all generations. That is why today even I am reached by his outstretched arm of wonderful and glorious love. That's the choice you have to make too you know...to reject or accept God's love for you and in so doing accept Jesus as Lord and Saviour of your life. This indeed is a matter of life or death. Its one decision you have to make, just make sure you make the right one. the consequences of rejecting the saviour is eternal seperation from the God of love, hell.
I LOVE YOU LORD! THANK YOU FOR THE CROSS THE MIGHTY CROSS!

worship him

2005-06-02T02:19:00.000+10:00

Worship Him who made the heavens
Worship Him who stretched the heavens up on high
Worship Him who made the whole earth
in seven days
Took a rest and named it Sabbath Day

Sometimes i look up in the sky
and i see the birds flying by
then i become glad
because i know
He who made them
He is the author of life

Beautiful
my soul sings
Beautiful
my soul sings
beautiful beautiful
sweet Lord Jesus

I lay my life on the altar
my heart is set on walking with you
that all on earth can see
It is you who lives in me

Turn the page.

2005-05-24T16:37:00.000+10:00

Luke16:15
"What is highly valued among men is detestable in God's sight."

Have you heard the story of the Rich man and Lazarus?

THE RICH MAN AND LAZARUS

There was a rich man who was dressed in purple and fine linen and lived in luxury every day. At his gate was laid a beggar named Lazarus, covered with sores and longing to eat what fell from the rich man's table. Even the dogscame and licked his sores.
The time came when the beggar died and the angels carried him to Abraham's side( Abraham is the father of all nations to whom God promised him his descendants would be numerous)The rich man also died and was buried. In hell, where he was in torment, he looked up and saw Abraham far awar, with Lazarus by his side. So he called to him,
'Father Abraham, have pity on me and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, because I am in agony in this fire.'
But Abraham replied, 'Son, remember that in your lifetime you received your good things, while Lazarus received bad things, but now he is comforted here and you are in agony. And besides all this, between us and you a great chasm has been fixed, so that those who want to go from here to you cannot, nor can anyone cross over from there to us.'
He answered, ' Then i beg you, father, send Lazarus to my father's house, for I have five brothers. Let him warn them, so that they will not also come to this place of torment.
Abraham replied, "They have Moses and the Prophets, let them listen to them"
"No, father Abraham," he said, but if someone from the dead goes to them, they will repent."
He said to him, "if they do not listen to Moses(think Prince of Egypt) and the Prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead."

dancing along with life, storing treasures for eternity while i can

2005-05-09T21:42:00.000+10:00

hear thee roar
hear me roar
the lion of judah stands knocking on your door.
deep oceans of love pouring forth from jars of clay
The saviour came from heaven to earth
died on the tree
for you me
him and her,
He died to take away our sins, wash us clean
so that we may stand rigteous before Him who made us all
The Lord God, the Almighty
That is His name, the I AM
crucified, He took our sins
He nailed our brokeness pain and death
to the wooden tree.
generations through generations,
His mercy, grace, love, and salvation remains.
how awesome is that
let us magnify His name!

Life.
So many others,
people across nations tribes
and different languages
have made entries, each on their own
about this mysterious gift.
scribbling notes or painting pictures
in dot points, paper journals

from the moment we start breathing
God sees us.
from that moment on,
we propel through time
through flashes of seconds rushing by
with minutes blinking foward towards
day after day
that led on to month upon month
that painted sceneries of our years of our lives
in our picture book
of memories, thoughts.
life,
im sure you have your own sketches of
what you think life is
or maybe you're sitting clueless
still wavering
not giving a damn.
yet.

"You don’t think about dying when you are just starting to live..And yet in the midst of all of this grief, despair and pain, there is the power of hope. I did not understand hope until that moment. Hope of the resurrection became more than just a spiritual concept; it became something I longed for. I have the hope that indeed he and I and everyone who will die in Christ will rise in Him as well. This is the hope that I live with now, even though I don’t understand it. I am made for eternity, not as a liquid spirit but as a solid, beautiful creation of God.

There is also the hope that even today Jesus is the resurrection and the life. He is resurrecting in me the areas that died that day. He has promised to be life to me as I believe in Him. Though I still don’t understand what death will be like, I can’t say that I fear death as an enemy. It is now toothless and under submission to Christ. It has lost all victory over me. Every moment as I walk toward it, I see it shrinking back in fear. Death does not fear me but fears what Christ shall do in me as I pass from life to death to life again.
." curteousy of relevant magazine. www.relevantmagazine.com

Here are some qoutable qoutes from the very manual of God's instructions for life. Why don't you check them out for yourselves? feel free to leave your comments about what you think of God, of life. random words, anything you want. leave questions that have been hogging your mind. let's have a discussion roll. it dont matter if we dont know each other. anyone from anywhere leave your thoughts here to rest. All comments welcome!
tell you what, i'll leave the words from God below this post alright? again, feel free to say whatever.

How do you put life in a few words

2005-05-09T16:49:00.000+10:00

The LORD is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. The Lord is a prayer answerer, comfortor, loving, faithful, just, trustworthy KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS

random wordstry sitting you and your life
in a photobooth
snapping picture shots together
as the credits roll
as the sky folds over

random noodle strings

the desire to know the Lord is burning
to be at peace with Him
to love Him more and more each day
to have Him catch you when you fall

THE WORD OF GOD SPEAKS
ALL WHO HAVE EARS, LISTEN.
ALL WHO HAVE EYES, SEE.
taken from the psalms, 90:5-6, 10, 12
Here David, a man after God's heart, said
"You(God) sweep men away in the sleep of death;
they are like the new grass of the morning-
though in the morning it springs up new,
by evening it is dry and withered.
the lenth of our days is seventy years- or eighty, if we have the strength; yet their span is but trouble and sorrow,
for they quickly pass, and we fly away. Teach us to number our days aright
that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

in psalm 89:47-48, David cries
"Remember how fleeting is my life, for what futility you have created all men! What men can live and not see death or save himself from the power of the grave?"

In Isiah 40:6 we understand that
" All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field."

Then in Job 21:16 it is mentioned
"But their(the wealthy and rich and famous) prosperity is not in their own hands"
Job22:17&18
"They said to God 'leave us alone! What can the Almighty do to us?' YET IT WAS HE who filled their houses with good things, so i stand aloof from the counsel of the wicked."
Job 24:19
"As heat and drought snatch away the melted snow,
so the grave snatches away those who have sinned."
Job 24:22
"But God drags away the mighty by His power, though they become established, they have no assurance of life. He may let them rest in a feeling of security, but His eyes are on their ways, for a little while they are exalted (think huge/major rulers of nike, starbucks, trump with the dopey hair do heeehs etc.)and then they are gone, they are brought low and gathered up like all others, they are cut off like heads of grain."

Throughout Ecclesiastes, the author drones on about the meaningless of life,.. dont we all sometimes? well thank God Jesus fills this void halleluiah..
In Ecclesiastes 11:9-10
"Be happy, young man, while you are young, and let your heart give you joy in the days of your youth. Follow the ways of your heart and whatever your eyes see, but know that for these things God will bring you to judgement. So then, banish anxiety from your heart and cast off the troubles of your body, for youth and vigour are meaningless."

In wrapping up, the conclusion of the wise writer from Ecclesiastes leaves us with..
this passage from Ecclesiastes 12:13-14
"FEAR GOD AND KEEP HIS COMMANDMENTS, FOR THIS IS THE WHOLE DUTY OF MAN. FOR GOD WILL BRING EVERY DEED INTO JUDGEMENT, INCLUDING EVERY HIDDEN THING, WHETHER GOOD OR EVIL."
by the way, Jesus provides an abudance of life. if only we would believe and receive. How great is love is. It is uncomprehensible. i mean just imagine, God came to earth and lived as one of us . amazing or wad? that happened 2000 years ago.
'For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, Jesus to die on the cross for our sins so that whoever believes shall not die but have eternal life' John 3verse16
the world's notion of glory and glamour. is as nothing before God.

"for your thoughts are not my thoughts
and my ways are not my ways
says the Lord"
This verse goes something like that.
read this for a refreshing truth
Isiah 40:6 proclaims
"before Him all the nations are as nothing, they are regarded by Him as worthless and less than nothing."

retarded nothings and stupid superflies

2005-04-28T13:00:00.000+10:00

Temptation is like this

its like the whole world
closes in on you, suddenly.
Envelopes and entwines its twining vines
wraps itself, enclosing you in a vacuum of space and time,
between the crucial moment of
falling, giving in to the sweet red apple of lusty desire.
Or to retreat.
Hold back for more than a few
seconds and watch this caving thrust slowly melt away.

Sometimes temptation cant even be felt
Its not so close to your pores,
hovering/lingering just before it attacks
before you can reach for it.
Because you cant grasp it before it sinks in
its too late for that

Sometimes Temptation comes that quick
it's a reflex
it's habitual
it cant be stopped.
Because when it hits you
That's when you get it
That's when the red bulb in your heart beeps red.
Sin Alert! Sin Alert!
and by the time you're in it
you cant pull back
the deed is done
you keep going for more.
Because youve got nothing to lose
Becos youre already covered in mud filth
so why not roll along more
enjoy the sick pleasue while you can.

Conclusion: It's so easy to take advantage of the fact that we are sinners saved by grace. So easy, we can hardly see the tears on Jesus's face
or the stains we leave on our own stupid face.

random issues
striking arrows
beneath the waterpool's edge
the surface scratches
the tear drops glistens
in velvet smooth cupcakes
unsuspecting victims
crouching with islam rifles
with catholic's faith
reaching believeing till there is no end
the treasures of heaven
rebuilding.
crap crap more dung heaved up
on the earth's rotting decay
graves graves lamenting sites
repungent to say the least
gloss me and etch me up
cover me in robes
make me king make me queen
enthrone the child
in make belief
nursery rhymes
fallacy
quilts of childhood reaps
tear it into half
share it with me
the apple pie aint deep
and when you try to bud the meaning
of the tacky shit
just know this one damned forgotten thing
this is just retardism at its peak
so ignore what this section speaks.

wavering belief in God

2005-04-21T22:18:00.000+10:00

It is easy to struggle with obedience to God. What's even harder is committing yourself to be obedient unto the Lord. But before one even reaches the point of wanting to be obedient..to serve..often there is the struggle just believing the word of God. Sometimes a faint glimmer of doubt whispers in the back of our minds, wondering..just wondering perhaps the extent of the truth of the existence of the Lord Almighty.

the word of GodMatthew16:16

Simon Peter answered, "You are the Christ,
the son of the living God."
Jesus replied, "Blessed are you, Simon son of Jonah.
For this was not revealed to you by man,
but by my Father in heaven. And
I tell you that you are Peter, and on this rock I will build my
church,
and the gates of Hades will not overcome it.
I will give you the keys of the kingdom of heaven
whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven and whatever you loose on earth
will be loosed in heaven"

okay, so the topic that i'll cover today is Belief in God
The material(text/script) are gathered from various random sources, but most of it are from (Anderson&Park, Stomping out the Darkness)
Alright, here we go..

We dont serve God to gain His
Acceptnace;
We are accepted so we serve God.
We dont follow Him in order to be loved;
we are loved, so we follow Him.
That is why we are called to live by
FAITH

which brings me back to a memory of my days in primary school, when i was much younger. There was a good friend of mine who confused me, and challenged me with the words she said that day, "Not having Faith in God is a sin."
AND indeed, confused me she had. For today, i am still unsure if it is classified as a sin. But one thing i do know today is that, as adapted from the Word of God itself,

"WITHOUT FAITH IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO PLEASE HIM,
FOR HE WHO COMES TO GOD MUST BELIEVE THAT HE IS,
AND THAT HE IS A REWARDER OF THOSE WHO SEEK HIM"
Hebrews 11:6

Dear friends, whether you like it or not, faith is central to everything we do as christians. How did we reveive Christ? By faith. How then are we to walk in Him? By faith. (colossians 2:6)

'It's the dark, difficult times of testing in our lives that bring us to the place where we learn to totally rely on God' (Anderson&Park, pg121)
When we struggle, we learn to depend on God alone to meet our needs.

Faith is God's way to live.
Trying to think and reason without God is man's way to live.

The more time and energy you spend
thinking about your own plans on how
to live your life,
the less
time and energy you have to seek God's plan.

Don't rely on feelings.!
and that on i can surely tell you from experience.
I stood at altar call in camp back when i was 13, waiting to feel something from the Lord as i had some previous months behind then. You'll just be waiting forever!
feelings...sigh..wont it be good to always FEEL like the Lord's hand is upon your life. that He is leading you through. But the truth is, the Lord's hand IS upon your life, He IS in fact leading you through. Feel like it or not. even in the darkest moments of your life. or even when your relationship with God sucks, is rough and down, even when you feel mad at God. Even when things arent going good or right or as you like. Even when you dont know much about God, or even feel you dont love or want to know Him much at all. Listen. We are forever in God's hands. And IN GOD'S TIME, He will draw us near to Him, IN HIS TIME, my friends, IN GOD'S TIME. ...
In His Time, you'll come to thirst for the true and living God
In His Time, you'll walk the closer walk
In His Time, you'll understand more and more of His word
In His Time, He'll teach you and instruct you more and more, each day
In His Time, He'll heal your broken hearts and guide you to straight paths
In HIs Time.... so many things can happen.

and intersecting this is CHOICE, the choices of life that will determine where we end up on life's road map. God's BEST, or God's second...or third...or fourth......or...best

Alright now, back to the feeling syndrome i was talking about... well, adapted from the Neil Anderson &Park authors/writers,
'Our feelings always react to what we think is true and choose to believe,
whether it's the truth or not.
The order of the scripture is to know the truth,
BELIEVE IT,
WALK ACCORDING TO IT(which i am, and am sure so many others are currently struggling with..:p)
AND..let our emotions be a result of our obedience.
When you believe what you feel instead of the truth, your walk will be as inconsistent as your feelings. But when you believe and act on the truth, your feelings will reflect reality!
I wish i could have that particular passage scripture which precisely demonstrates this statement. unfortunately, you'll just have to deal with the later-which is, from John 13:17: "If you know these things, you are blessed if you do them."

Think about it, alright? see you guys soon.

Before the world began...you were on His mind

2005-04-12T13:54:00.000+10:00

Before the world began
u were on His(GOD's) mind
Every tear you cry is precious in His eyes
Because of His great love
He gave His only son(JESUS)
Everything was done
so you would come

Come to the Father though
your gift is small
Broken hearts,
broken lives
He will take them all
BECAUSE OF HIS GREAT LOVE
EVERYTHING WAS DONE SO YOU WOULD COME.

For God so loved the world that He gave His only son,
so that whoever believes shall not perish(die) but have eternal life
John 3:16

PRUNED BY THE FATHER

2005-03-11T23:47:00.000+11:00

this article has been soulfully gathered from www.relevantmagazine.com
i thought its good and relevant to the topic i posted one blog earlier. do read.
I should know better than to question my father. His perspective always seems to be a lot better than my own.

My father has a “green thumb,” a definite knack for anything that can grow in one’s yard. He is always messing with some sort of shrub, vine or tree. In trying to relate to my dad, one day I decided to dive into his world. I knew that if I inquired more about the plants he tended to and even offered to help, it would be the key to spending some good quality time together.

As I suspected, my dad lit up at the chance to show me a few pointers and said, “You can help me prune the fruit trees.” So, with large knife in hand, I followed him out to the orchard. His first instruction was for me to simply observe, as he would show me how to properly prune the tree. Within just a few minutes,

what was once a healthy looking tree full of the first signs of spring was now devoid of any life.

Many branches had been completely torn or broken, now lying on the ground to be collected and burned.

One by one, the trees were devastated, my father leaving them in his wake. Finally I decided to speak up, perhaps in defense of the next tree.

“Dad,” I started. “Do you even know what you’re doing? These trees look horrible.”

I will never forget what he said next. And my dad will never know the depths to which he was really speaking.

“To correctly prune the trees, you have to cut off what seems to be good now,” he answered. “This is not the best season. If I don’t cut these branches off now, the tree will be too full when the fruit should be the best. In fact, the branches will be too heavy and will break themselves. If I simply allow the tree to grow now as it naturally would, I will never get the ripest fruit from the tree when the timing and season is right.”

My father thought he was speaking of things in the physical realm, but my mind and spirit held on tightly to the spiritual analogy he was also speaking of. I let my dad finish, and then I quietly slunk back to my car and cried like I hadn’t cried in a long time. Why? Because I knew I was guilty.

This is completely indicative of my own life.

What seems to be something that is OK or even good, God seems to cut away, and I am left wounded in the wake of my heavenly Father. And since I don’t have His perspective, I always wonder if He knows what He is doing with me. Sometimes I even get angry and believe He is just out to hurt me.
But God always knows what He is doing. And He knows the ripest fruit only comes in the perfect season. Sometimes the things that seem good need to be pruned to make room for the things that are best.

“There has never been the slightest doubt in my mind that the God who started this great work in you would keep at it and bring it to a flourishing finish on the very day Christ Jesus appears.” –Philippians 1:6 (The Message)[Matt Conner is a church planter with the Christian & Missionary Alliance and is the pastor of The Mercy House in Anderson, Ind.]

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we are always walking forward
and are always looking back
some things that stick like
ghastly stains
are those
we can hardly forget.
But God
stands before us,
His love rushing forth,
For grace and mercy He offers us
Will you take up Christ's Cross?

sometimes its so easy to drift

2005-03-08T14:58:00.000+11:00

come see my sunshine
my sunrays my light
come see the butterflies
flutter like automobiles glistening with pride
"i made that,
i made that,
i totally did".
But without the Lord's help,
it actually was.

That's something i learnt, or maybe am still learning. That everything on earth belongs to God. That when He gives wealth, when He allows riches to be overthrown, and the seeds of sufferings to be bestowed...its where his child is being fed milk, and where the Lord stands and watches him grow. For our needs and our wants are not necessarily what we REALLY need or may in fact, really want in a long time to come..for indeed,as the Lord declares
".. my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways,"
Isiah 55

another thing i want to leave with you to think over with is this..
Revelation14:6 to 7
" to every nation, tribe, language and people,
He said in a loud voice,
'FEAR GOD AND GIVE HIM GLORY,
BCOS THE HOUR OF HIS JUDGEmeNT HAS COME.
WORSHIP HIM WHO MADE THE HEAVENS,
THE EARTH,
THE SEA AND THE SPRINGS OF WATER."

time on earth passes by ferociously fast. you close your eyes and the next day and the next and the next next next's days' events passes you by. and beyond..into the future you will surely see a day when "every knee" bow and "every tongue" confess
"that JESUS CHRIST IS LORD"
this i can promise you for the bible marks this claim. Amen.

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2005-02-09T10:43:00.000+11:00

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2005-02-09T10:13:00.000+11:00

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The streets are filled with good looking people.

2005-02-02T01:34:00.000+11:00

This one's from ONE TREE HILL
he was almost going to jump in with the newly famous O.C lead, Ryan
when he decided that one tree hill would be the better out of the two.

DIZZY UP THE GIRL

2005-02-02T01:32:00.000+11:00

epilogue one:
dizzy up the girl
as you whisper in her ear
the things she hates to hear.
make her whine pout, fuzzle fizz
till her sides ache with the black remedy
that frankie put in her drink.

epilogue two:
the message is pure
"golden geese lighten up
and head toward a fresh awakening!"
You'll be revamped to meet today's new paper
with datelines fixed
and the media ambushed in silent wade(wait)
THE GOLDEN DUCKS WILL STEAL THE SHOW!

epilogue three:
pixie pineapple plays with her pineapple
forgoing apples, kiwi, and diet coke
she laughs
she trottles
she snorts
as her feet
kick the soccer ball high up into the air
baby's black balloon makes me soar
high up into the sky
with tear droplets that rain thunderously
down with the tambourine beats of fall

epilogue four:
the phantom of blue pinocolada
sits at the escapade
as the jointly accidental tourist
makes her touch down
in a fuzzy warm
foreign land
"It's PIXIE PINEAPPLE!
You've GOT TO COME SEE HER!
SHE WON'T STAY LONG,
yet you'll have to PAY HER!"
writes
gestures
and faint doodlings of a somewhat
pinkish orangey splatter of ink
comes oozing down the edge of
the cardboard paper box.
"LOOK! Mummy says DHL does deliver well on
time. SANTA'S POSTAGE GOT HERE NEARLY
ON TIME!"
peter looks down,
wriggles his limb in sheer excitement
reading the dated mark print at the right hand
corner, decked neatly in a square near the top
"TO JOHNNY:
MERRY CHRISTMAS MY DEAR BOY,

Posted on the 1st of DEC
FLORIDA
west wing drv
coastal 784"

the patent writer skips over the drought and scribbles in mimic love hued affairs.
brush the bristles off autumn's season. I'm beckoning it to come, quickly.. to restore my SANE scribblings of nothing.

TICKLE ME TILL I GO PINK

2005-02-02T01:27:00.000+11:00

the trinklets of the pouring rain
seeps in through tiny
longkang (dirt holes)
spraying ashes by the old elm tree

ol dee lay' ol de lay'
the coolest name in history
mimes and plots its fame

ashton roman the true american
was born on monday's morn
he stole the pivot
made things all right
and made ma
write this sappy rhyme.

dont get me? dont worry. its pure BULL....more and more of it.....

escape to yor passageway

2004-12-27T09:30:00.000+11:00

the entrepreneurship experience is stirring
its starting from a child
it has been jeopardised by countless faces
as it sits on a checkered white fence
pillaring hopes and dreams
thoughts and games

the signature presence
of fame and a global name
pierces through the veins
will you walk through the trials
of a created life
or nail blossoming images on your mind

prick my toes
and try to make them bleed
yet bandages and band aids are readily within reach

she says:

BUSINESS is about lots and lots of failures and sometimes, the sweet fragrance/taste of success. and when you get to those pillars,
oh how sweet the air really smells from there.

business from nothing

2004-11-27T23:54:00.000+11:00

the wall looms
towering over a lanky
skinny teenage dude
his surname is taylor
one, from the brandywells.
tell me if this makes no sense
int. after-party.world trade conference.(the skeptic makes a move, eyes silently observing the crowd. he finally decides to linger and talk with his uncle, who was well into his thirties and who, he wouldnt say, an accomplished business man yet.)conversation:

boy :u think its possible for this.
well this business venture to you know, to take place

man: well yes. anything is possible. however it would be better if u had the experience in that particular industry and had contacts. people, networking.

boy: (sighs) yeah. ive heard tt one(piece of advice) millions of times before.
but say you start off with zero contacts in the business arena, zero..well not really, umm say a tad of experience. how do u think the business would fair.

man: its hard to say. u see, luck always plays a part too. and it is pretty essential to know your market well enough. and contacts.. my boy. seriously, itd be really hard to get far without networking in the world of business.

boy: why do u say so. i mean yeahh sure i agree with u on that full on. but im sure u can graft in new networks and establish contacts as u go along with the new business venture cant u. and as for experience. (pauses)

man:hmmm. exactly, tts what u came here for then, isnt it. this party is a good start in itself. come, i'll introduce u to my associate____

okay, basically what i wrote up was. well u can say, if u wanna be honest, a whole LOT OF CRAP. hahahha, yeah. from an inexperienced teenager working and meddling with the pipelines of business infrastructures i barely know anything about. but basically,speaking from the perspective of having no contacts or experience whatsoever. without inheriting wealth or having a heriderity line of business saavy parents, i assume my career will be marked off as one purely based on entrepreneureship. and yes, my philosophy, as of now. is tt anything in life is possible. if there is a will, there is, bound to be a way. and so out of nothing, i scrape and try to work my ways around, starting from scratch, from small, humble begginings to whatever my years of life will attain for me. so there.

climb the fence
see the world
the jungle out there
is massive and huge
a small fragment like you
might easily disappear
like a vapour.
but it is also a place
where fates interlink
and form
ripples of success
from failures turned inside out.
im ready for the adventure
ive got some luggage packed up.
im inspired by the tactics of the apprentice
whereby each new challenge is sprung on
without the neccesity of experience or contacts
in those particular industries

homeless street kids

2004-11-26T00:20:00.000+11:00

In Christ's love we strive to:
Accept their individuality,
Believe in their worth,
Hope for their future, and
Love them where they are.

Read: Jazmin's Story

"A mother by 16 and an x-con by 18, Jazmin was raised by her alcoholic father for the first eight years of her life and foster parents until she was 12 years old. She ran away from foster care to escape a foster father who was violent."

Read: Rebecca's Story

"Two things happened when I turned 12, my Father who used to beat the hell out of us left home and the other thing that happened is I started using drugs... One of my friends said 'Here try this it will make you feel better', and it did.

When I turned 13, my Mum found a new partner who lived at home with us. He raped me regularly and abused my younger sisters as well. I was only 13."

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2004-11-22T17:50:00.000+11:00

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citymission 'homeless,not helpless'

2004-11-13T22:13:00.000+11:00

the world is suddenly coloured
in multi-coloured hues
when you take the
time to ponder
in someone else's shoes

the sadness of dying children
from cancer, aids or ash
the corruption of the underworld
from politics to death
the descending hope of poverty
or misunderstood homeless people
who ran away from a dishevelled
life to the streets of sick nights
and drugs to hide the pain
of hunger, madness and strife
vile black hearts in the piercing cold lurk
to consume their innocence
they live with no hope of one day..

divorcing love
lead seperate lives
an abusive dad or mom
alcholic addiction
penetrating lies
asleep with lonely shadows
night after night
angry plots
of vomit-stenched minds
prostitution because there is no other way
its chaos everyday
the gloom and bitterness
wont go away
even though they turn
to God and pray.

when the rain pours down
it resounds with their beatings of sorrow,
darkness
and fears
and all their might
they have been stripped off
no hope but death in mind

but for us
who are living abundantly
with rich blessings and security
our bodies are healthy
and kicking well
we have woes
but not as grave
there is still something that we can do
to make a difference for these others.
the mission can come in many ways
even from a bed room prayer, or a 5cents change today
so let us get involved
and do the little that we can.
together we can brighten their lives
if only for a while
but how far and how long that while can go
if we all chip in just a bit.
/dont u think? ")

'I ask to share your sunshine with
not look down on me,
i do not want your sympathy but just someone to know
im here. existing and still breathing.'

two thousand n four.best STYLE AWARD goes to

2004-11-01T01:17:00.000+11:00

..mary kate and ashley olsen..! the fashion guru award doubles. kudos to the twins cos theyve got some serious style happening. and plusthe oc's got some nice mode chic looks on the set to carry out this season,tho the polaroid snapshots arent blogged here yet. so layer it on and bring it on. this spring/summer's season is light, airy with ribbons n retro patterns making a huge comeback.

linking call number

2004-10-29T13:48:00.000+10:00

im running around
behind pinstripes droplets
cascading down round
manhattan's york street 85
his voice is getting louder
calling me back
calling me back
not that path
but the path ive chosen for you
gaepetto's threads
string me. along
lightly i thud my foot down
left, right
the call ive become accustomed to

you know what,
turning round the corner
stands glass panels
inward looking
australian designer's retail
in glam

thats the next thing
the next big show
around new york
americans are starting to love
australian designers
for what they produce
qouting carson(queereye)
"Oooh this jeans make me look HOT!"

the transcripts are rolling in
the artist blooming with deity like
rosy hues
that lie across a.woman's cheekbones.
the sky is flourishing
the snow clouds are gathering

and then you hear His voice
calling me
leading me
as i bow my head low
continue to pray.

air i breathe

2004-10-02T02:15:00.000+10:00

twisted replicas, childhood journals
and sprayboard paint
down old mrs lao hong's lane
little pony starts to play
and im lost in a world of
ponies and pinkish hues or paradise glitz
where laughter was gay elaborate happy,
not homo gay.
i sit and stare at the old cardboard box
and old memories flood in
leaving me by the bystands
of years as they flash by
1987 when i escaped the womb
1988 when i still wet my diapers and couldnt spell moon
1989 when i started to talk words the adults could actually understand
1990 when i blew off four candles on my birthday cake
1991 when i went to kinder and learnt my abcs
1992 when i played teacher and laughed
1993 when i graduated from k3
1994 when i entered primary school as p1 kid and couldnt understand why so many kids had to make a fuss and cry on the first day of school.while i sat w rach n thot'nannypoopoo'
1995 when i enjoyed reading enid blyton n peter and jane books
1996 when i was in primary 3faith and faked i had a headache so i wouldnt have to do chinese dancing
1997 when i joined instrumental ensemble n cldnt play the piaonica
1998 when i regressed, played the recorder.
1999 primary six, the big PSLE.(please stop learning english) and i decided i would go to cedar girls cos i thot their uniform's was so 'cool'.
2000 when i first stepped into teenhood and declared by 15 id have my first book published.
2001 when i played for school chapel
2002 when i lied to mom just to hang out
2003 with one foot in and another one out
2004 where ive already crossed the borders of singapore and wading in my new experiences of life down under.
2005 and for all those years ahead that remain
i aspire
i aspire
i aspire
to build my own business empire
to continue dreaming and soaking in the luxuries n simple blissfulness of life
raw editions of a 100years's spun span
repeats itself on echoes, once through
a billion years
triple times two
and genres of music
expands, becomes two hundred.over more than it had once begun.
soon ill be that old lady
walking by the skyscrapers of the once great new york city
established and well in grained with maturity's pulses of a
breathing walking talking human
purchasing a plastic barbie that pouts and twirls, still
from the rows and aisles of a massive toys r s store
for some grandchild some kid of mine bore.

scream for more:the encore replays

2004-10-01T23:57:00.000+10:00

oscar nominees
fave actors/ ashton kutcher, adamn brody.cameron diaz,mary kate and ashley olsen

mtvaward nominees
hotlist artistes./jars of clay,googoodolls,silverchair,john mayor

reality tv list favourties
./the apprentice, newlyweds

current grooviest singles ever
./thirsty merc+my completeness,yellowcard+ocean avenue,eskimo joe+older than you,outkast+prototype,alicia key's latest,nelly+myplace,grinspoon+thrills kills and sunday pills etc.

song that wont get out of yor head, or mine, so to speak
./jojo+leave get out

best part of current fashion trend:
./ribbons frills and ruffled rara skirts

mute the tv, for awhile. i need to speak

2004-09-13T21:35:00.000+10:00

hear me out.
the o.c.
what do u think of it
a try hard or a pretty good catch
for a lazy tuesday night in
when nothing else's on

mischa barton. im not too sure whats up with this girl
sure, shes kind of pretty i guess
but thing is, i dont think she can act well
at least not for the o.c
since day one she strikes me
as an unsure, fragile character
wait a minute.
did her role on o.c
really meant for her to be that way
dammnit man shes so like..limbek limbek
i watched this eccentric show the other day'
-lost and delirious <2001canadian film>
and pipa perabo starred as this possessive lesbo
mischa barton as this sad, passive depressive character
with a look of melancholy so immense
it finally clicks in my head why she acts
that way in the oc!
hhaa!mystery solved
so do i think shes a good actress
well yeah, only for poignant roles such as sixth sense or whatever.
i must say i was pretty impressed with the way pipa perabo played her character
considering the humongous constrasting roles between that flick and the one she played in coyote ugly. big diff. and she pulls both off darn well.
i am impressed.

now on to adam brody (seth cohen). ahhh*dreamy sigh. hes so cute. plus his character in the oc is darn funny as well. i mean take a good look at him. the guy's adorable/.shites. sis wants to take over the net now. so i have to stop raving and ranting about him now.back later.

amelie

2004-09-09T19:00:00.000+10:00

the snowflakes fall

onto my arm and i chew.
in my mind. i do not mean literally
the coffee swirls in the mug
no. its no longer hot
just sitting still
before yor eyes. i do not mean it literally

if colours had a world
of their own
if languages speak a world
of their own
would not life be more infused
joint in custody
parents as regimes
godfathers of one land

i watched that french show, amiele the other night it was rather interesting. queer in its own way. artistic perhaps in its own right. well. it was pretty darn good i must say. nothing to do with the above, just so u were wondering

the chef in me speaks

2004-09-04T20:12:00.000+10:00

wine
infuse the taste
wine and sweet chiffons
truffles and nice wine
infuse the taste
mix it up slowly
let the red meat cook under light heated flames
let the slinky taste of olive oil
run over as it trickles smooth
thats the artistry of food
rich, glorious and fine in dining.

i wish i could get a better poem done up on this but oh well. maybe some other day.
some restaurants are so glam in style, sophistication and the hip, happening factor. concepts concepts my dear. jamie oliver inspires me? not. british documentaries are so boring. behind the prettiness of the kitchen studio the silence of editing and cinematography screams for something more hollywood.

how how the disjointed glass of white wine
simmered down my throat
the light weight of strawberries
in russia in greece
frankfurt or italy
its still new york city
where i wanna be.

stand amazed

2004-09-04T12:13:00.000+10:00

Stand amazed at the interconnecting neuron cells of humankind’s brain. If u do biology or science, intrigue of our senses never fails to press truly deeper after each day’s worth of study. Sadly, I do not do either of these subjects, for God made some interested in science, some in literature, some in business, some in education, some in the practices of law, some in medicine, some in sports and the list can, without a speck of doubt, go on n on. Look around you, look at the world on a giant billboard or huge poster, could you? What is it filled with. Look again. Think harder, dig deeper. It’s not just about this year, it doesn’t just canvas the present time or century we live in. it’s not just the place or the country or the space you live in, or were born in. existence is not just whatever passes you by. Either through the media or voices from each other. Think. Go on, probe deeper. Why of all centuries were you placed in this? Of all years, you had to be born in the year of 1987, for example, and live up to a particular age. Of all peoples, you have to know the ones you know right now, connected or disconnected. I believe accidental is not the word for the answer. Neither is coincidental, for with God, there is a purpose in everything. Down to every minute, down to every second. Each detail was thoughtfully crafted by our Maker, and when that exact moment came it was meted out. In the words of present tense? When the precise moment comes, whatever the purpose God intends will meet with the given time(seasons).So mates, fellow friends, peers or older or younger souls-
stand amazed.
10 04 pm
august 28 2004, Sunday

dont just park on the sidelines.
N O T I P

soft russ ink spills. ink. ramblings from/me

2004-09-03T23:13:00.000+10:00

People say great writers are born from the
Delves of their personal experiences
That supposed truth
I deny with absolute obstinateness
Cant one step in anothers shoes
And begin a tireless walk
Sketching and filling in colours
Almost believable (like the real painting)
And possibly rich and pleasing to the ears of the crowd?
My pen lifts and thumps down upon the paper again.
Each stroke,
Seldom my own (experience)
But as I grow older
With each passing year
There are much more rooms of moments to pour on half filled
Journals
After all, what would people want to read
A defect of choice
Or the real inner workings
Of another
After all, that was what made the world go round,
Didn’t it?
But then again
The tales and flights of one’s imagination soar higher than any other
And brings one into another world altogether
From which a single canvas can bring about an immense appreciation
For God’s handiwork of man’s mind

keep the consumers happy

2004-09-03T20:44:00.000+10:00

leaner with less fat
non round
lighter
and theyll come.
rumbling nothing but empty crap. macdonalds lays its waste. on my pink wall. yuck.
cyncism post war of _ _ _ _ _ h_ _A
im just babbling crap. Burp/ ignore me.

u can get so sick of her its not funny

2004-09-03T04:47:00.000+10:00

ugly to some
beautiful to others
to m e
i reckon the girl's kind of pretty/
just like the way i loved maroon5 when they first came out
and got addicted to that music stand at borders
hooked on the song the sweetest goodbye
not until you look at the video and
think wth does he think hes doing? rolling
about in the sand like that
you listen over and over
the track keeps repeating itself
you cant get it out of your head
wham! it starts to annoy you
the prickly little catus thorns
start to cling onto your bare,
sweltering skin and
the touch isnt pleasant
it isnt nice.
right, youre getting sick of it
you need a puke bag, for fuck's sake.
why did i even think about buying that lousy band's cd
when i could download it off the net for free
no. of course its not that bad but it gets on yor nerves
how that dude can sing in such a bizarre way it
really makes you desire technology to quicken so fast
you can get a teleporter machine of some kind so
you can reach out to him,
wring his neck just for a shocker
so you can try to shut him up
its just like the time paris hilton and nicole r
did that cheap farm show. that reality gimmick in an attempt to
show the world that paris is a really all but a nice sweet girl
who aint a slut, aint a whiny rich spoilt brat.
nice. praise the Lord. now you and i now have the complete evidence
in a series of not one but two(oh no) that well, yeah.
she is a whiner, she is nothing but a pain in a butt...
well you get the idea.
i somehow find it draining to write about this hilton girl
i am not so sure why.
maybe because even tho initially, like maroon5 didnt rub me the wrong way,
i came to grow repulsive toward them both.
although once in a while id go off
for a tune and a short cuddliuo sing of she will be loved or this love
but as for paris hilton
please, all you magazine editors
stop publishing her face in every single available magazine space u get
your hands on. its not like she actually derseves it, does she.
hog queen who once starred in a damn crappy show like
haunted house, tt didnt even make it to the nomination list of the oscars
or maybe a survey should be done to check
just how many of those pictures are used as dartboards or
objects of vandelism.

raid my music rack/

2004-08-28T04:01:00.000+10:00

drumming along to nothing+sound bytes+radio's on mute mode+ i tried to rock u but u only can roll+soundlounge+sony tail wag.

putting yor ear next to the wall
you overhear your best friend's call
nah, its just some music
drumming away
u start to sway.

listening to music
is like changing clothes'
rows of racks
shelving multi platnium cds
is like clothes on display
on the clothes rack

im just rumbling along
my eyes blink
thots dont sparkle.
alright, im logging off.
back when i feel more inspired
to drone on and on and on and on.

I try to brainstorm for a local write

2004-08-24T17:07:00.000+10:00

Local scenes
Hougang mall sbs buses mrt ntuc

My Singapore trait swirls like a finger turning in a finished dish of hot chilli crabs
Trying to savour the last traces and bits of it.

This is probably the first time im writing something from a local perspective. Never having always envied the way Singapore writer, Catherine Lim, has written, I never saw the point of my writing being etched and glossed with a Singaporean accent. But then again, ive never fully completed one of her books, ever. Not that I despised this heritage of a culture that I was born into, (no way, im proud to be Singaporean.) but more so I never thought about it before. It never occurred to me, nor did I ever have an invested interest in Singaporean flavoured novels or the likes that my elder sister and some of my friends had.
I grew up on books such as the babysitters club, sweetvalley jr, books written by enid blyton, roald Dahl, published by nickelodeon, apple paperbacks and lots of other random books of which their names I cant remember now. Perhaps, it was this immersion that forged my school composition writings to always point toward the western direction (culture/influence). The international commonwealth essay writing competition, of which a few of us had been selected to enter, was a first eye opener. I had asked earnestly, “do u think I stand a good chance winning this thing?” to which my teacher and a fellow classmate/friend replied on my essay, and essays in general, were too “americanised”. To my puzzlement, I never fully understood what it meant by that. As well as the probing question of, “yah. But, what’s so wrong with that?”

I must admit, five years down the road, I still haven’t given much thought to reflect on local writings and its beauty. Having gained some exposure in the recent years to such writings, have certainly caused me to have a more open perspective and blossomed a much cultivated interest in me. It comes alive to me (and im sure to most Singaporeans), not only because of the sophistication of the piece but particularly because I can identify with the familiarity and the experiences embedded within those (very) words.
It’s been nearly two years now since ive done up a fictional essay and I can still remember the time my sec4 english teacher asked us to write an essay on “my neighbourhood”. Clearly the imagination line was cut within distinct boundaries and was not entirely allowed to grow out of context from which she insisted we take notes of the neighbourhood we live in. (i hated essays like that, where imagination was stifled and not allowed to roam free and creative juices condemned to remain stagnant.)

We were meant to divide an A4 page of our exercise book into sections under headings such as ‘sights I see’, ‘sounds I hear’, then take a tour with her, almost like ‘follow the leader’, yay shes giving us a mini excursion how exciting, will u be my partner, lets hold hands!- much like primary school kids. At least it was better than having to sit in class and listen to her drone one about our last essay’s unnecessary mistakes or doing some o’levels practice comprehension questions. (I hated that. It wasn’t as easy as the chinese ones whereby ‘cut and paste’ techniques were highly appraised and given good scores. For the English ones, you had to actually raid your brain and think before giving a proper answer, plus inferring from the text was a must.)

Well, I believe I just got carried away from what I initially intended to say. Not to say that was a bad thing cos I actually put to practice some never used before anecdotes that make this uniquely Singaporean. To get back to the point, I meant to say I did badly on that essay, ‘24/26 out of 40, if I remember correctly. I told you I never did well writing from a local perspective, (not that I ever tried until I was forced to) plus the fact ‘my neighbourhood’ really was pretty much a crap topic anyway.

For starters, the fourth book I read written by a Singaporean writer, was it mammon corp. or mammon inc.? cant recall the exact title. But that book was darn good. It was so authentic in its composition(flavour), I almost relished every single page. (okay, maybe im exaggerating, but u get the idea). The play was just as awesome. I left the theatre gushing about it. So that was my first local read that opened up my sights and a newborn quivering excitement was found for local writes. Still, I did not give this much thought. Then came the introduction of the seventeen magazine which dedicates its last two to three pages to a short story or extract from the locals. All the issues ive collected so far are intricately Singaporean in flavour. Eight days also has a single page dedicated to a short read from some editor every issue.(which I don’t know why ive been oblivious to those articles until my last few months of my stay in sg. Probably becos I hardly ever bought the eightdays anyway.) Some bloggers are damn good, others are plain shit. (excuse me for being harsh. P.s. no offence) Now I imagine writing about life in Singapore. I have a raw idea, starkly defined in my mind.

‘as I stare, straight ahead, looking in on the other block of flat, I hear the sound of the passing cars, buses, taxis, lorries, just fourteen storeys below. The yiochukang primary school kids have just been released from another endearing long day at school. And the waft of mom’s dinner comes to my nose from the kitchen. I take a deep breath in, as the humidity lowers to give way to the cool of the evening air. think im going back to channel surfing with scv, maybe some mtv asia. Hope Utt’s on veejaying now.’

So what do I think about people who can do local writes now? I think they’re simply fantastic and I wish I could do something like that too. Kudos to all those trusty Singaporean writers and their un-presuming, non pretentious flow of thought.

My Singaporean mark churns like a pair of chopsticks fidgeting with a bowl of dry meepok (too oily)
Maybe ill swap for some of my favourite rojak instead.
Savouring choice bowls over none
And widens one’s scope, (almost) timelessly.

non cynical/more of a pleasant scent.

2004-08-22T22:48:00.000+10:00

Love chimes together
Chasing you round till you tickle inside
And get shivers of goosebumps all over.
Good ones./
A smile spreads across
Willing flowers of the field in slow motion
One by one
His voice perks your senses
Rejuvenates your being
Like plain good ol oreos with a cup of cold milk on a Monday night with the apprentice on tv,
nacho bits with melted cheese placed in the microwave for awhile plus somejohnmayor also warms me up inside.
Not as much as you alone would tho’
In wallet in cheque and with good old whiskey or fine wine

im totally addicted to base

2004-08-22T10:36:00.000+10:00

totally addicted to jars of clay
totally addicted to this blog i just made./haha.ok.ibetter get outta here.NOW.before this heavy dose of addiction becomes an overly repeated rendition.

i muse about writing on a leaf: or papercartons or cardboardboxes

2004-08-22T10:02:00.000+10:00

the soul writer
reflecting from wells of deep
or shallow miry waters
wades she,
in glee
prose upon prose
a little flower girl
trails behind the beautiful gown of white
upon lilies and soft gushes of
"oh aint she pretty"

repeat the rhapsody.
verses rehearsed in nontheless rows upon rows
of shelves storing reads
in the books or a vast and huge magazine rack.
she scowls she prances
she wades in her thoughts.
a preacher man
needs she?
or a hand to neatly summon her words
and guide her to her oaks' leaf

crazay over ashton:b

2004-08-21T16:34:00.000+10:00

lets have a communial hush,
discuss whom to lust.

if i were to have a celeb crush/'t would definitely have to be ashton kutcher. he wins hands down. darn.thedude is so-o hot plus cute plus sexy.not to mention one of those incredibly gorgeous creatures ever to grace the planet i so happen to be on:earth.o k a y . here i m gushing just a l i t t l e but seriously the man's drool-worthy aint he. at least to me n all the other ashton fans out there.ha ha.

so we wrote the score
90pass hundred
shook hands
nodded heads
sighing in contented agreement.
as for ashtonkutcher,
uhhuh hes the man

Pen yor life. If u could. An author of yor own book

2004-08-21T16:10:00.000+10:00

It started with a kiss
It ended with a wince
No..
Rewrite the subscripts.
Again two times two
Or four time more
If you really need to.
If only life could be like this.

rum sugar raisins and jellybeans

2004-08-20T17:15:00.000+10:00
my ricebowl of thots
sprinkle sawdust of cherryblossoms
and notes
dribble dabble dribble dabble
like a toddler across a mosaic tiled cape
how can it be
youre asking me
the day the clouds part
whence shakespere wrote his play
dribble dabble dribble dabble
now im running on my heels
round and round this non rotating track
for this race i must complete
two times two
maybe a couple of times more.
an endless comic painted onto the skies.
eagles swooping down from the heights
speak of messengers up above
treasured sands of time engulfed within
picture memories
i have of u all remain.

stupidnuthings

2004-08-20T09:32:00.000+10:00

im dreaming of having some stickychoc icecream
you stare at the chalkboard
squint your eyes.
forcing ya brain to churn
even tho' circles
cant even be made to go round
endless maths equations
endless strokes on the board
they dont make no sense
daammnit.
/half an hour later/
the bell FINALLY rings.
youre leaping off the chair
first out of the class
done for good, dumb maths
at least for today.

dearGod,hearmewheni/call.

2004-08-20T08:51:00.000+10:00
what do i say to the one true God
the king of kings and the lord of lords
what can i say as i purse my lips
and the torrents of sin
roll me over
as i hover by
black ink patches of hot mustard and lies.
when the everydays of tommorrows was todays
and the todays became the yesterdays
was swept back neatly into files
of chapters of yor life.
they documented parchments that once were empty
now filled with moments.
what can i say when im tossed back n forth
by the currents
to and fro
to and fro
why dont u just go along with the fro?
when Jesus' light seems dim
from where youre standing
and frustrations envelopes your being
u try to cry
wince twice or whine more
then u suddenly stop
as if to give up
you drift.along with whatever flows
then u snap back. say
lord i need you.
where are you?

Do not fear,for I am with you. I will never leave you nor forsake u.isiah i think?

grab a packet of oreos. munch as u think/

2004-08-19T16:04:00.000+10:00
time passes by
at a blinding rate
like subways do
at a speed like they do
they transport u frm station to station.
into one whole new dimension into another,
barely leaving u enough space to wonder,
what on earth, are we as humans, doing here.

bumming around
chilling.
smoking.
drinking.
parties.
bleeping out four letter words.
screwing one another.
a total japordy.one after the other.
heck,
if youre so smart
lead us tha way out.

serious faces._strangermo.

2004-08-19T14:52:00.000+10:00

i see yor tears
coming from your eyes
leaning in as u
say your goodbyes
antiseptic wafts pressing in
with endless questions of why
no sooner wld u then start to try
forming perfections
imderneath the beauty of yor
cover of human life.

she whispers.

2004-08-18T23:11:00.000+10:00
Listen to the patter of an
odinary's life
wish upon Eden's tree to
wail away the night
Step down in the rumbling lakes to
whisper heaven's dreams
Race you to the moon and stars
im kissing my thoughts of you,
goodbye

.:: ::. ::.threading on thin ice.no more:::..::

2004-08-18T23:07:00.000+10:00
THE SECOND HALF OF APRIL
CAME AND GONE
WITH IT WAS THE WIND OF GODS PRAISE
AND THE JOY OF HIS WORKS PROCLAIMED.

spikemydrink. not

2004-08-18T22:29:00.001+10:00
heartaches and threads of laughter
frames a geisha's memoir.
the memory
like an ink blot
dashed across
endless pages
of a meaningless and empty canvas.
do u read what she sees
can u pierce thru her veins
will you light a flame of hope
dancing on soft, white carpets
in dreams in heaven or even
here on earth.
but now she pauses. and she turns to say, goodbye
can u still run after her'
chase the wind
trying to catch her hair?
or would you simply stop and stare
not confessing yor heart's lament.

facefront_asitis.rewritten:transcript26april04monday

2004-08-18T16:01:00.000+10:00
i cant believe youre dead
i cant believe you walked off earths page
on to another realm
monday morning came
and all just sat and stared.
most cried tears
mourning becos we lost you.
i just stared into space,
in a daze
couldnt believe u were gone.
gone forever
not ever to return.
if only we could turn back the hands
of the clock
press rewind and go back in time,
and intercept
just as history is about to seep in
and leave its stain of
impending doom
putting an end to re-dos.