The prayer and healing conference i attended today could very well propel me towards a whole new level of relationship with God. There i was challenged to pray an hour, non-stop, and did time pass and go! So surreptiously that it felt like fifteen minutes. I was reminded by the words of Jesus in Matthew 17:20 : "If you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there,' and it will move; and nothing will be impossible for you."
Indeed, if we truly believe and not doubt, all things are possible in God and *coughs* my throat problem was no more. Thank you God.
After the meeting i was visited by another supernatural being on the bus number 12. Being a logical person, much like Edgar Allan Poe's characters, i shall attempt to depict the ghastly image of what i saw in the brevity of seconds, sticking to nothing but facts and what my eyes could testify.
I looked up from my seat,
and unwittingly saw
this pallid face staring
straight at me.
It was not a normal face,
for i could see no visible
nose; a crack was there.
It was smiling,
a most aberrant smile,
the lips looked sewn
but still it could smile.
The eyes, most gaudy of all.
With sheer deviousness it gazed at you,
at the moment i felt my blood run cold.
Wonder what could enfold.
Its arched eyebrows
further accentuates
the absurdity of this face.
All at the back of an old man's glabrous head.
I told whatever it is that i am not scared of it, and it fled. I thank God for people whom have started to pray for me and yes, God that He chased that filth out of my sight. Indeed i have nothing to be scared of, since Jesus's blood is my protection.
IF you feel uncomfortable reading this blog, you should be. Because you have been living too much in the dark, wantonly wishfully thinking that all's well will end well. There is simply more to life than your games, your lovers, your friends, your family, yourself. IF you are offended, i offer no apologies but i invite you to question yourself, why?
P.S. If you think that i have gone mad, you sure are silly! :p God bless and good night :)
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
PW Expires
PW, which means project work, is a largely forgotten thing of the obscure past. I guess after today, it would never cross my mind today. To mark this joyous occasion, A302 marched off to suntec city where we splurged our $50 dollar Pizza Hut voucher, which we got from the Green Transport Quiz. On introspection, though perhaps we may have gotten it through underhand means, but at least we were sane enough not to be aboveboard and claim the 1st prize, which for this we deserve recognition for our valor and humility.
I cant wait for tomorrow as the Prayer Conference commences tomorrow. All are welcome to join it at 7pm, Church of Singapore. Do buzz me at 9483 2232 for any relevant details. I hereby end this short post.
one week without prayer makes one weak.
I cant wait for tomorrow as the Prayer Conference commences tomorrow. All are welcome to join it at 7pm, Church of Singapore. Do buzz me at 9483 2232 for any relevant details. I hereby end this short post.
one week without prayer makes one weak.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
The Green Booth
As the title succintly points out, this post will primary talk about the the 'Green Booth', which is held in Suntec City Convention Hall this entire day. At the invitation of the rhapsodic Miss Sim, i am to meet her at StarBucks at 7.30am where she would give me a treat. That is a pretty good bargain, considering i have to wake up at 5.45am to meet her. Of course i do have to change my opinion of her, perhaps i was a tiddy bit critical of her.(refer to the Trouble Me Not post earlier) Anyway lets focus on the Green Booth. The pictures below show how Meridian Junior College's booth looks like. The blueberry muffin is nice... Would do with more blueberries.
Display wall: Look! A picture is topsy turvy ;0
Left Side of Booth Right Side of Booth
As you can see, it is pretty and such. However lets proceed to more worthy booths and exhibits.
Interesting? No, its just colourful. Angler Fish made of Rubbish
After viewing these recherché exhibits and displays, you must be panging for more. I shall post more on a later date as i have to prepare for my 1st ever lesson for my goody-good sunday school kids, and the topic is on 'Presenting Your Body' (actually the primal reason is that i simply am too fed up with the difficulty in uploading and dragging the pictures to the desired spots) Please pray for me fellow comrades, as i would seriously need a double dose of God's anointing. Before i end this post, i have a little riddle for you to solve.
She
She moans, she groans,
but we never seem to care.
She sows, she plows,
but you never seem to care.
She loves, she serves,
but I never seem to care.
She wars, she roars
only do we seem to care.
God bless y'all with the ingenuity to guess it :)
P.S. You could either comment the answer(s) or tag it on the tagboard. IF you keep mum, i assume you dont know ): Cheers!
Monday, November 5, 2007
Lethargic...and Mystery revealed!
Many of you readers have absolved to solve the mystery posted on "Tragedy",(posted November 3) 'Where lies my toy'. Frankly speaking, even I was not in the know of the culprit at the instance whilst i was writing, so this riddle may be a tad too hard to unravel for you, unless you are some Sherlock Homes, who is unfortunately pure fiction and so that means you arent. For those who are new or unawares, please stop and scroll down to the earlier post to inform yourself, if not this will read like a nonsensical post, not owing to my bad craftsmanship, but to your apparent ignorance. (dont be lazy and check the answer before attempting)
There being only 3 viable culprits in 'Where lies my toy', it is quite a quandrary as to why some people offered the explanation that I, the persona, misplaced the toy. Yes, on introspection it does seem plausible, and even a brazen attempt; a fresh, unconventional way of analysing the poem, but yet sometimes its just N.A, out of point. Well i infer that you are such a person who is rather creative but i guess a little too reckless and doubtful.
The other options are apparently she, her and him, being my mother, younger sister and younger brother respectively. WEll, the answer is actually she, my mother, which i guessed no one guessed correctly. An overwhelming answer was my younger brother, which i predispose to you having an irritable brother and thus stereotype(though in my case its truly true), putting him as the ideal felon. Perhaps a note to take, it doesnt mean that the more i write about him, the more likely its to be him, its a superficial sort of reasoning.
To those whom may have chosen the 'playful' her, you have taken the less trodden path. Perhaps you are just misogynistic, and like to apportionate blame to innocent little girls. (generally they are, but my sister is an exception) Anyway, i took pains to verify that it was not her, after all, she was playing audition sea all day long, so she would have no use for the gameboy. This rings a bell, its a gameboy, not a gamegirl, so she wouldnt want it too.
Finally, why is it my mum? Surely there are some hidden clues in the poem. IT looks so glabrous and paltry! You may argue that ..., but always, the poet has his reasons and is right.(most of the time) For one, my choice of diction, I described her as one who 'governs the household.' Circumspect readers would well-nigh guess that she tyrannizes the family and plays a dominant role in it. That would serve as a hint as to who took away my toy.
Next, i would like to invite you to question the motives behind the stealth. Unsurprisingly, they have different and equally plausible motives. WEll, then lets proceed to the success rate of them commiting such a treason against me. Here then, its apparent that my mum has the upper hand, and thus the sustainability in carrying out the plan. OF course, she being my elder, i cannot demand that she return it to me, but for my sister or brother, should they commit to stealing my gameboy, it would result in detrimental effects i say. So this is the Analysis of 'Where lies my toy' Hope you enjoyed it as much as I in writing it.
God bless with cheers and smiles :)
P.S. I know you will get better as you attempt more of such riddles. So dont be disappointed. I am so tired now...
There being only 3 viable culprits in 'Where lies my toy', it is quite a quandrary as to why some people offered the explanation that I, the persona, misplaced the toy. Yes, on introspection it does seem plausible, and even a brazen attempt; a fresh, unconventional way of analysing the poem, but yet sometimes its just N.A, out of point. Well i infer that you are such a person who is rather creative but i guess a little too reckless and doubtful.
The other options are apparently she, her and him, being my mother, younger sister and younger brother respectively. WEll, the answer is actually she, my mother, which i guessed no one guessed correctly. An overwhelming answer was my younger brother, which i predispose to you having an irritable brother and thus stereotype(though in my case its truly true), putting him as the ideal felon. Perhaps a note to take, it doesnt mean that the more i write about him, the more likely its to be him, its a superficial sort of reasoning.
To those whom may have chosen the 'playful' her, you have taken the less trodden path. Perhaps you are just misogynistic, and like to apportionate blame to innocent little girls. (generally they are, but my sister is an exception) Anyway, i took pains to verify that it was not her, after all, she was playing audition sea all day long, so she would have no use for the gameboy. This rings a bell, its a gameboy, not a gamegirl, so she wouldnt want it too.
Finally, why is it my mum? Surely there are some hidden clues in the poem. IT looks so glabrous and paltry! You may argue that ..., but always, the poet has his reasons and is right.(most of the time) For one, my choice of diction, I described her as one who 'governs the household.' Circumspect readers would well-nigh guess that she tyrannizes the family and plays a dominant role in it. That would serve as a hint as to who took away my toy.
Next, i would like to invite you to question the motives behind the stealth. Unsurprisingly, they have different and equally plausible motives. WEll, then lets proceed to the success rate of them commiting such a treason against me. Here then, its apparent that my mum has the upper hand, and thus the sustainability in carrying out the plan. OF course, she being my elder, i cannot demand that she return it to me, but for my sister or brother, should they commit to stealing my gameboy, it would result in detrimental effects i say. So this is the Analysis of 'Where lies my toy' Hope you enjoyed it as much as I in writing it.
God bless with cheers and smiles :)
P.S. I know you will get better as you attempt more of such riddles. So dont be disappointed. I am so tired now...
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Trouble Me NOT! with Green Transport Booth!
What would be a sanguine week ahead was utterly vanquished by the unmistakable beep on my handphone, from Beverly. OH, she is a pretty ordinary Chinese girl who speaks with an unavoidable Malayan accent and looks like an innocent little lamb. But as with snow-white little lambs, they like to slack all day and go babaaa black sheep. Did i mention she was one? (didnt mean to)
I was to contact Miss Sim(a quintessential geography teacher) as soon as possible. Now, i would like to pause as i recount my first experience of encountering the uncouth, boorish, ungenteel, elegant Miss Sim, whose Doppelgänger would invariably feel the same way. If they should meet, it would be a real uncanny sight, i ascertain.(probably cant recognise each other, too snobbish i guess) Oops,forgive me for the sidetrack, let me continue with the thouroughfare of events that took place.
The conversation was far from pleasant(overtly pleasant, with exchanges of pleasantry). Yet being mild mannered and courteous as I am, i readily acceded her request of taking charge of a green' booth in Suntec City. [Ahh, here goes my daily rest and peace...] With the culmination of Project Work, life should be a breeze, but always something unexpected has to crop up. I must comment it was through gritted teeth that i accepted her offer, and of course i could sense the exasperation in her voice that as a gentleman i simply cannot leave her to canker much like a damsel in distress.
More details of the booth will be showcased on later dates, meanwhile, i would like to dedicate this little section of my blog to thank God for the wonderful service this morning and the intriguing, behind the scenes PETRA core group meeting. It was really a time well spent as we planned our future plans for the growth of the ministry and of course the upcoming Christmas gathering. Thanks guys for the warm welcome; Justin, Doreen, Ee Ling, Estella, Tai Wei, Isaac.
God bless y'all with a fruitful week ahead.
P.S. Miss Sim, should you venture to read this puny blog of mine, please do not succumb to the whims of rage as you would have possibly gleaned, it was written in the measure of pure fun, and i am in no way trying to discredit you whatsoever. However, i hope that should you read this blog, you could possibly see through the lenses of how your potential students may view you. I must say that you are quite a jolly-well person, with perhaps a stern demeanour that might stagger faint hearted students like me :o RElax.
I was to contact Miss Sim(a quintessential geography teacher) as soon as possible. Now, i would like to pause as i recount my first experience of encountering the uncouth, boorish, ungenteel, elegant Miss Sim, whose Doppelgänger would invariably feel the same way. If they should meet, it would be a real uncanny sight, i ascertain.(probably cant recognise each other, too snobbish i guess) Oops,forgive me for the sidetrack, let me continue with the thouroughfare of events that took place.
The conversation was far from pleasant(overtly pleasant, with exchanges of pleasantry). Yet being mild mannered and courteous as I am, i readily acceded her request of taking charge of a green' booth in Suntec City. [Ahh, here goes my daily rest and peace...] With the culmination of Project Work, life should be a breeze, but always something unexpected has to crop up. I must comment it was through gritted teeth that i accepted her offer, and of course i could sense the exasperation in her voice that as a gentleman i simply cannot leave her to canker much like a damsel in distress.
More details of the booth will be showcased on later dates, meanwhile, i would like to dedicate this little section of my blog to thank God for the wonderful service this morning and the intriguing, behind the scenes PETRA core group meeting. It was really a time well spent as we planned our future plans for the growth of the ministry and of course the upcoming Christmas gathering. Thanks guys for the warm welcome; Justin, Doreen, Ee Ling, Estella, Tai Wei, Isaac.
God bless y'all with a fruitful week ahead.
P.S. Miss Sim, should you venture to read this puny blog of mine, please do not succumb to the whims of rage as you would have possibly gleaned, it was written in the measure of pure fun, and i am in no way trying to discredit you whatsoever. However, i hope that should you read this blog, you could possibly see through the lenses of how your potential students may view you. I must say that you are quite a jolly-well person, with perhaps a stern demeanour that might stagger faint hearted students like me :o RElax.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Tragedy!
Tragedy, tragedy, tragedy. This is such a tragedy. Why so, as belows it shows.
Where lies my toy
For my toy has gone,
And so here i mourn,
reduced to a life
of a vagabond.
Indeed who could be
so cruel to me?
Where thou my gameboy:
What a devious ploy!
Could it be she, who
governs the household.
Or her, the ever
playful girl; behold!
Could it be... t'was him
on hindsight it seems,
Younger of my kin,
Guilty of the sin.
So who could it be?
Do help me to see,
Go try if you're free,
To enlighten me :)
As my readers, i hope you are able to help me find where my gameboy belies. Meanwhile, i hope you enjoy reading this little epithet of the culprit. With this i end my post. (Sobs, i got no toy to play with as of now, save for my handphone games, thanks ZM.)
P.S. God bless y'all with the ingenuity to guess who is it!
Where lies my toy
For my toy has gone,
And so here i mourn,
reduced to a life
of a vagabond.
Indeed who could be
so cruel to me?
Where thou my gameboy:
What a devious ploy!
Could it be she, who
governs the household.
Or her, the ever
playful girl; behold!
Could it be... t'was him
on hindsight it seems,
Younger of my kin,
Guilty of the sin.
So who could it be?
Do help me to see,
Go try if you're free,
To enlighten me :)
As my readers, i hope you are able to help me find where my gameboy belies. Meanwhile, i hope you enjoy reading this little epithet of the culprit. With this i end my post. (Sobs, i got no toy to play with as of now, save for my handphone games, thanks ZM.)
P.S. God bless y'all with the ingenuity to guess who is it!
Friday, November 2, 2007
Altruism
After all the fun and games of the yesterdays, I guess that we have to veer unto the untrodden path. I guess many of you readers would have pondered why I would suddenly express such a desire to blog?
Perhaps one of my secret agendas is to voice out how i feel about certain issues, and to inject an element of fun into my faithful audiences at the same time. It also serves as a reminder of how God has been faithful to me all this while, as i walk down memory lane.
Today has been a fantastic day. (or rather yesterday; i stopped blogging halfway cause my internet connection went bonkers) I went volunteering at the Esplanade as a buddy for the children in the homes(orphans/children in dysfunctional families) at the request of my friend, hejun. Might as well, given the capricious state of affairs in my household.
Alas, it is impossible to capture the enormity of the emotions I felt. What started as cold strangers blossomed into bona fide friendships. Yes, we had our quarrels, yet within those few hours, the interaction produced a deep ringing joy that fills my heart. I could sense that God was prompting me: This is your mission field.
I could remember so distinctly of Amos, that mischievous, hyperactive boy, bouncing about and ultimately getting caught by the disciplinary mistress. Then like all naughty boys do, he will try to wriggle out of her hands, and sport a pouting face. Ah, this reminds me of my old self. Haha.. Of course, the girls were more brazen with me, taking advantage of my good nature and spamming me with the nickname donald duck. I do not know why, but apparently their reasoning is that i have lips that resemble Donald Duck's? I do not really agree and i attribute their misgivings to their perhaps undeveloped eyesight(too young) :p
AS i bid them goodbye, i am reminded by this verse: Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.(Mark 10:14) Though they may be forsaken by their parents or live in dysfunctional families, God always has a place for them. So do volunteer, I'm sure even a cold hearted person like you will melt at the infectious joy of these little children.
P.S. I got no CIp hours for it, yet it was worth all the while.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
The Serendipity
Isn't it wonderful to chance upon archaic relics of the past? It would have been an absolutely boring day had i not found this little treasure trove hidden surreptiously in the lonesome drawer under the bed where my parents reside. It must have been screaming for me, and i could say tears ebbed silently as i caressed its dust-licked face.
IT was dead.
Or not.
With a few swipes, it sparked into life. Well some say that Dogs are man's best friend, but i beg to differ, this little toy of mine far supercedes the furry, flea-infested canine. (Ah, this is but a small stab unto these aficionados)
Up
Left Down Right
I could play it throughout the night.
On and Off, start and select,
Let it test your intellect.
A button here,
B button there,
together they make one good pair.
So have you guessed: what is it?
It is: by no means an easy feat.
So, if you do please do,
leave a comment to say I do, too. (with the answer)
God bless y'all with the ingenuity to guess it (:
P.S. I hope you enjoyed racking your brains as i did . Do tell me if you like/dislike this style of blogging as I am trying out something uncanny.
IT was dead.
Or not.
With a few swipes, it sparked into life. Well some say that Dogs are man's best friend, but i beg to differ, this little toy of mine far supercedes the furry, flea-infested canine. (Ah, this is but a small stab unto these aficionados)
Up
Left Down Right
I could play it throughout the night.
On and Off, start and select,
Let it test your intellect.
A button here,
B button there,
together they make one good pair.
So have you guessed: what is it?
It is: by no means an easy feat.
So, if you do please do,
leave a comment to say I do, too. (with the answer)
God bless y'all with the ingenuity to guess it (:
P.S. I hope you enjoyed racking your brains as i did . Do tell me if you like/dislike this style of blogging as I am trying out something uncanny.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Ruminations of a Blogger
Writing is a creative entreprise. After perusing a few blogs of my fellow mates, i can only frown at envious amazement. Their blogs are generously speckled with what nots-flowers; nuts; chocolate. What more music streams in like a heartwarming welcome(though some are just pure jarring noise)
I would really have to brush my blog up, if not i might as well cease its life. Cruel eh? I can already sense the mute protest emanating from your larnyx. WEll, as the jolly-polly person I am, i could bear with the agony and continue on this.
As a blog's foremost priority is to encapsulate the essence how an individual felt about the events that occured on a particular day, acting as a platform for him to pen(or rather type) it down in a so called personal dairy(blog), which ironically is exposed to onlookers to scrutinize; I shall continue with this sacred tradition of recounting my travails on this fateful day... Those who are easily bogged down by a massive splash of words can give your eyes an exercise. [Warning, which i guess its too late]
I wonder why 2 serious bouts of stomachache hit me in the morning before my OralPresentation. But it was a real relief, afterwards. Fumbled here and there and forgot my script, yet i managed to end it off with a blast. Tip 302 for those who are hysteria, smile always and do read up your Q&As, your examiners from my observations, are not very creative with their questions. So stop thinking that you cant do it and earn the grade you deserve! And lastly a word from me, dont roll your eyes, its naseauting. Slap yourself if you do.
God bless y'all :)
P.S. Someone please enlighten me the art of crafting a blog, i want the special designs and such, not some factory-manufactured blog. Also, it would be great if it could include instructions on how to put up pictures, tagboards(???) and such
I would really have to brush my blog up, if not i might as well cease its life. Cruel eh? I can already sense the mute protest emanating from your larnyx. WEll, as the jolly-polly person I am, i could bear with the agony and continue on this.
As a blog's foremost priority is to encapsulate the essence how an individual felt about the events that occured on a particular day, acting as a platform for him to pen(or rather type) it down in a so called personal dairy(blog), which ironically is exposed to onlookers to scrutinize; I shall continue with this sacred tradition of recounting my travails on this fateful day... Those who are easily bogged down by a massive splash of words can give your eyes an exercise. [Warning, which i guess its too late]
I wonder why 2 serious bouts of stomachache hit me in the morning before my OralPresentation. But it was a real relief, afterwards. Fumbled here and there and forgot my script, yet i managed to end it off with a blast. Tip 302 for those who are hysteria, smile always and do read up your Q&As, your examiners from my observations, are not very creative with their questions. So stop thinking that you cant do it and earn the grade you deserve! And lastly a word from me, dont roll your eyes, its naseauting. Slap yourself if you do.
God bless y'all :)
P.S. Someone please enlighten me the art of crafting a blog, i want the special designs and such, not some factory-manufactured blog. Also, it would be great if it could include instructions on how to put up pictures, tagboards(???) and such
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
MY first debut onto Blogging
I do not wonder why, or how. But i guess this blogging bug has bitten this boy that is me. Ah well, dont blame me if you cant catch what i am blogging about, cause i aint going to lax on my english. Yups, you better be armed with a dictionary(maybe not so) but be sure to correct me when i make silly, grammatical mistakes that i absolutely aBhor.
Haiz the agony of what to type is seeping in, much like water creeping into the crevices of cracks on concrete(trying out on consonance).
Oh i can talk about the PW OP that would be tomorrow. Ahh... its such a startling revelation. I guess that its then or never, hope that i wont make any slips of the tongue(the tongue is such a monster!) and be able to work magic unto my examiners. The semblance of the entire OP seems like a mini magic show to me, rivetting yet enarmoured with expressions.
With this i end my first ever post, if its what its called, to embark on the seemingly dry MMM game proposal. Indeed its something to rack my brains on, after all, that is the reward of being an OGl.
God bless :)
Haiz the agony of what to type is seeping in, much like water creeping into the crevices of cracks on concrete(trying out on consonance).
Oh i can talk about the PW OP that would be tomorrow. Ahh... its such a startling revelation. I guess that its then or never, hope that i wont make any slips of the tongue(the tongue is such a monster!) and be able to work magic unto my examiners. The semblance of the entire OP seems like a mini magic show to me, rivetting yet enarmoured with expressions.
With this i end my first ever post, if its what its called, to embark on the seemingly dry MMM game proposal. Indeed its something to rack my brains on, after all, that is the reward of being an OGl.
God bless :)
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