Battle Lust

The boy looked at the giant before him. He said a prayer within himself, "though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i shall fear no evil, your rod and your staff, they comfort me.."

The demon before him laughed. "I have sought to kill you many times boy. But you were kept from me. Everytime i almost had you, somehow you escaped. But not today. Today i will feed you to the ravens. Today, you will be mine."

The boy put his cross into his tunic and looked up. Anger stained his ruddy face. "You destroyed my family. Destroyed my childhood. Destroyed my dreams. And today you wish to destroy my love?" He looked at the girl of his dreams laying on the ground, wounded from a blow from the demon. "Not today, today i will destroy you. Love never fails..."

Before he could finish, the demon screamed and lunged forward in battle cry. The boy drew his sword from its sheath and ran toward the gangly beast. The boy was no match for the demon king. The demon king was a mighty conquerer of many battles and twice the size of the youth before him. He had met the boy many times before in battle. He had sought to kill the boy because the boy came from a line of kings and priests. The prophesy had said, that the one born of a royal priesthood would destroy him.

The demon had tried to destroy the boy in his infancy, but a force greater than he saved the boy. So he destroyed his family. He destroyed everything he could that was close to the boy because he could never finish him off. "I will be able to weaken the boy as long as i destroy everything that belongs to him."

But the boy only grew in strength. Everytime he was knocked down, he got up. And everytime he got up, he got stronger. But the demon found a loop-hole. His Love. Those who love are weak. Or so the demon thought. He attacked her, wounding her to weaken the heart of the youth. And now he had him in his sight. One on one. No escape. Just he and the boy.

"Boom!!!" The echo of that first clash echoed through the valleys. The boy tumbled from that first blow. But before he had time to think, the demon was upon him, striking the demon weapon toward where he lay. He rolled away and sprung to his feet fast. His anger controlled his movements and he hit back at the demon. The two sparred for some time. But the boy was slowing down and the demon looked as strong as ever. Finally, the demon gave a mighty swing of his demon axe and the boy buckled from the blow. His shield broke in two. He was defenceless now. And he was on the ground, and his strength gone from him.

Then he saw her. His love. She moved her lips. Then, a gentle thunder spoke in his heart, "love never fails.."
Just as the demon started to swing his axe, the boy got to his feet. The demon stopped and looked wondrously at him. The boy pointed his sword to the heavens and suddenly, a glow started to envelope the sword. Then, the boy lowered the sword and pointed it in defiance to the demon king.

The demon king didn't like it. With a battle scream that pierced the heavens, the demon swung his axe again. But the boy wasn't fighting with anger now. He fought with love. He fought for love. The boy side stepped the demon as he clumsily fell forward. The boy now engaged the demon. The ring of the metals as they clashed now sounded like music to the boy's ears. And he began to dance. The dance of a champion.

He danced around the demon now. He was now fighting with the passion that burned within him. The demon had never seen anyone fight like that before. And for once, he didn't know how to retaliate. The boy's weapon now flashed in the sunlight and he was now one with his sword.

The boy now enraptured by the music in his ears, closed his eyes. He was fighting with his eyes closed! All the demon was doing now was to defend himself. But he was growing weaker and the boy was getting faster, sharper, stronger. He had never experienced anything like this before.

Then with a mighty blow,the boy knocked the demon's axe from his grip. The boy stopped dancing. He opened his eyes. "Perfect love casts out all fear." And with that, he plunged his sword into the demon.

"Remember, love never fails..."

To You, My Comforter, My Friend, My God...

When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary
When troubles come and my heart burdened be
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence
Until you come and sit awhile with me

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders
You raise me up... To more than I can be

Josh Groban - You Raise Me Up



I sat in service today, and cried.
And I didn't stop crying. I couldn't.
As I waded in your love for me, my soul cried out
I can't be strong anymore..

But you held me in your arms
You comforted me
You raised me up
You wiped away all my tears

I always took you for granted
But you never stopped loving me
I walked away, and you let me go
but you were never far behind

The moment I fell
You were there to catch me
As I look into your eyes of love for me
I wonder, why did I ever let you go

You are my hero
You are my best friend
You are my king
You are my God

Don't ever let me go
Don't ever take your love away from me
I now know my true love
I now know it is you

In Pursuit Of... (Part 1)

Okay, so i was having a pretty bad day. Was. Past tense.

Ever since i came back from Darwin, i've been in the pursuit of happiness. Whatever made me happy, i indulged in. I told myself when i was there that that was what i was going to do. Like i said in my earlier blog, i had been miserable for the last 2 years that it started to become normal for me to be miserable. You just start to think that thats a part of who you are, being miserable.

But when i was in Darwin, i was happy. Not just for a day, or a few hours, but for a whole week. You must be thinking now, a whole week? Thats it? A whole week of being happy made you realise so much?

I've not been happy for a WHOLE week in ages okay? So SUE ME!!! It's a big deal. No phone calls, no work, no issues to solve, no s***!

But that isn't what life is about Jay. Life will have its struggles. Life will have its good times, and bad times. Of course you had fun there, it was like a holiday, but you need to come back down to reality.

Fact of the matter is, i am living in reality. I'm going to live my life like i'm on vacation. I mean sure i have to work, but why be a slave to money? I should work in a place that makes me wanna get up and say, "yay, i can't wait to go to work!" Why can't i look at an issue and say, "well, life is like a box of chocolates, you never know whatcha gonna get"

i just told R today that i never wanna grow up. Being child-ish is one thing, but to be child-like is another. Ask a kid what he/she wants to be, and they'll tell you, "A doctor, an actor, a scientist, chicken little..." Have they studied enough to be a doctor or a scientist? Have they aquired any skills in acting? Do they have the ability to fly or do the chicken little dance? Yet they have the facinating ability to live beyond their abilities. They have that one skill that we adults seem to have forgotten. They have the ability to dream. And you know what? Growing up sucks! Cause growing up destroys dreams.

Who says you can't be whatever you want to be? Who says you have to struggle to survive? Who says you need money to enjoy life? I'm telling you now, all that is a load of BULL!!!

Forgive me for my language, but i dun really care for what anybody thinks of me anymore. You know, for so long, i've cared abt what the world thinks of me. But come a lil closer and i'll let you in on a lil secret... You can do all the right things in the world, but you will still be judged. So you know what, do whatever makes you happy.

And so thats what i'm going to do. I'm not going to grow up. I'm gonna keep dreaming. I'll be whatever i wanna be, and i'll do whatever i wanna do.

BTW, i wanna be an actor, a teacher, a rock star, spiderman...

Carpe Diem

It's been a while now since I last wrote. I haven't felt like writing for some time cause I was so muddled up. I was like a freak show trying to find where I fitted in. I was like a jigsaw that needed so desperately to conform, to find my place in the scenery of life. I wanted to be complete, to be a part of something so much bigger.

So I cut myself so many times, looking at where I could fit in. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't. Somehow, my piece just wouldn't fit. Sometimes, life is more than just fitting in. Sometimes, life is a journey. Sometimes, it takes a little longer to find your place, but rather than conform and be unhappy, just keep looking. You'll know you've arrived when you're happy.

I went to Darwin last Monday for a performance there *hears lots of "wah(s)!". I was there for a week. And in that time, I forged a few new friendships that I know I will wanna keep for all the days of my life. Why were these friendships so important?

Sometimes, when you start getting close to where you belong, you start to recognise the scenery a lot more. The other pieces start to resemble you. I saw in these people facets of me.

They were people who resembled so much of who I really am, of what I really stand for. I suddenly knew what I wanted of this life. And for the first time, I suddenly knew what I needed to do to get it.

You see, for the longest time, I let society dictate my life, my happiness. I let the norms of mortality lead me. But I'm not normal. I've always known that. And somehow, I've always wanted to be like everyone else.

But I don't belong here, I belong somewhere else. And through these people, I saw who I really was. I knew what I wanted. For so long, I've been so miserable and confused. Cause I gave in and thought that I had to keep giving in to be happy.

But being happy is not about doing, its about being. I just have to be happy, not do things to make me happy.

So I know now, that no matter what, happiness is the most important thing. No matter what I do, even if the world thinks badly of me, as long as I'm happy, thats all that matters. Its better to be poor and happy, than rich and sad. Money can't buy happiness. I can live in a small house and take public transport and still be happy. Because life simply isn't abt the things you have, but the friendships that you make and the lives that you invest in.

I want to live. And I will. And I always want to be happy. And I will be. And for once, I won't let society dictate my life. No one will dictate my life. Only God has a right to. And in God I trust.

Carpe Diem my friends, Carpe Diem...

Break Through the Wall

You're running the race set before you, moving full speed ahead with God's blessing overtaking you at every step. Then suddenly, wham! You hit the wall. It may be a wall of sickness or financial trouble, of spiritual failure or family problems. But, regardless of the form it takes, the effect of "the wall" is always the same. It stops you cold.

The question is, once you hit a wall like that, what will you do? You'll be tempted to quit, to turn back in defeat. But don't do it. Because God will enable you to break through that wall and keep right on going.

I'm not going to tell you it's easy. The truth is, it's tough. But you have to push on through the tough times if you're ever going to have a breakthrough.

Ask any athlete. He'll tell you that! Because if he's a winner, he's been there. He's pushed his body to what seems to be the maximum. His side has hurt. His lungs have ached. He's had cramps in his legs and thighs. And just when he felt like he couldn't go on, he's heard some coach yell, "Come on! Move it!"

Athletes call that "hitting the wall." It's a time when the body says, "That's it. That's all I can do. I can't go any further. I can't go any faster. I quit."

But the seasoned athlete knows that "the wall" isn't the end. It's a signal that he's on the verge of a breakthrough. If he'll toughen up and push himself a little more, he'll get a second wind. Suddenly, he'll go faster than before. He'll reach a level of excellence he couldn't have reached any other way.

When you feel the worst, when failure is breathing down your neck, press into the Word as never before. You may meditate on a particular scripture for days and even weeks sometimes, trying to get a revelation of it, seemingly without success. Then suddenly, like the dawn of the morning, light will come pouring in. You'll see the way to break through. All you have to do is punch one little hole in that wall of problems, dig one tiny hole in it with your faith and with the Word of God.

Then keep tearing away at that hole. Don't quit! And, before long, the forces of God will come bursting through, demolishing every obstacle in their path!

Once that happens you'll never be the same again. You'll be hooked. It will only take one breakthrough like that to make a never-dying, never-quitting champion out of you.

Scripture Reading: 1 Corinthians 9:24-27

Written By Kenneth Copeland
This Post is taken from www.kcm.org

Stand

Sometimes, in our lives, we need to make a stand. A statement that gives meaning to our very existence. A place where we say we're not moving no matter what happens.

I'm sick and tired of giving in to the patterns of this dying world. I'm sick and tired of trying so hard to achieve things that don't matter. I'm sick and tired, and sick and tired, and I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.

Sometimes something happens to change your life. That something broke in me. Actually, it broke me. I layed on the floor a shattered mess. My mind tormented and my soul anguished. I was in a pit, and there was no way out. I was smashed up like shattered pottery.

But something happened. Someone came along. He looked at my broken life and slowly but surely, he began to remould and remake. At first, he mashed me up, and it was painful. "Why are you doing this?" I cried out. I didn't understand. I couldn't.

Then he left me in water to revitalise me. "Why did you bring me this far just to leave me?" I wept aloud. I didn't understand. I wouldn't.

Then he took the clay and started to remould again. Slowly, the clay came to shape and size. After many long hours, it was done. The potter made me whole again.

"You were meant for my purpose, but you fell away from me and shattered into a million pieces. I heard your anguished cry and ran to rescue you. You never understood, but i knew what i was doing. I was restoring you. You are whole again, and now you can serve the purpose for which you were made."



The time is here to stand up for truth, love and justice. That's what its all about. Take away the lights and the cameras, the guitars and drums and all that goes with it... still the song remains-
A song of salvation, a song of praise. Its the sound of this generation connecting with their saviour in spirit and in truth... Its about me being consumed and changed from the inside out. And choosing to live it out.

This is my anthem. This is my song.
I'll stand...

'i know that you're alive

you came to fix my broken life

and i'll sing to glorify

your holy name, Jesus Christ'

Hillsong United

'fire fall down'

From the album "We Stand"

Take My Life

Take My Life And Let It Be,
Consecrated, Lord To Thee;
Take My Moments And My Days
Let Them Flow In Ceaseless Praise

By Francis R. Havergal & A.C. Malan

I said

I said I would be your tower of strength, and I still am
I said I would be here cheering you on in this race of life, my applause still rings true
I said I would be here always, here I am still,
I said you're the one that I love the most in the world, and its still true...

You know who you are...

The Carpenter

The carpenter I hired to help me restore an old farmhouse had just finished a rough first day on the job. A flat tyre made him lose an hour of work,his electric saw quit and now his ancient pickup truck refused to start. While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving, he invited me in to meet his family.As we walked towards the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands. When opening the door he underwent an amazing transformation. His tanned face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.Afterward he walked me to the car. As we passed the tree, my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier. "Oh that's my trouble tree", he replied.

"I know I can't help having troubles on the job, but one thing for sure,troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and the children. So I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home. Then in the morning I pick them up again."

"Funny thing is," he smiled, "when I come out in the morning to pick them, there ain't nearly as many as I remembered hanging up the night before".

Author Unknown

:)

The first real genuine smile on my face this week.
I guess life isn't so bad after all.

I may not have many things. But I have much more than I dun have.
I have a life. I have the breath in my nostrils. I can smell the rain before it pours. I have a song in my heart, and I have hope in the inner recesses of my very being.

I've found myself at last. I found myself in Him. In my Creator. My Salvation, my Kinsman Redeemer. My Shepherd. My King.

Joy bubbles forth like a fountain from within me. I can't help it. O' the joy of being alive. I can't explain it. My life is complete. There's a skip in my step. What love is this, that fills my heart so?

For all of you that have been there for me, whether in body, spirit or mind, I thank you from the very bottom of my heart.

For all that I've been cold to, or haven't had the time to spend with, forgive me...

For you, the love of my life, you mean much more than rubies or pearls.

And last but not least, to you Jesus, thank you for everything :)

Life is good...
Because He is good....


Jesus said, "Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy-laden and overburdened,
and I will cause you to rest.
[I will ease and relieve and refresh your souls.]

Take My yoke upon you and learn of Me,
for I am gentle (meek) and humble (lowly) in heart, and you will find rest (relief and ease and refreshment and recreation and blessed quiet) for your souls.

For My yoke is wholesome (useful, good--not harsh, hard, sharp, or pressing, but comfortable, gracious, and pleasant),
and My burden is light and easy to be borne.

Matthew 11:28-30

Low (Part 2)

You know, sometimes I wonder why everything has to happen at once. Just when I thought that everything was looking up for once yesterday, everything just fell again today.

This struggle is getting tiring. I need to get out of this state. I need some respite. I need a break. *sigh*

I started this blog some time ago and I called it, "all about the boy, and his God." I started it because I wanted to talk about God. I wanted Him to be the centre of my life, and in turn, the centre of my writing. Some may think me pious (and I have often gotten this remark) and others may think I'm just plain fanatical (not that I really care what they think), but God really is very central to my life. And so this is my blog and I have the right to say anything and whatever I want (except abt the powers that be, that is the 'gah-men', say it out, you'll get it)

But God never was this central to my life. I was happy, running around and loving and living life to the fullest. I thought I was going to have a great life. But then one thing after another crumbled. My great dreams became nightmares. And they were real. So what does a boy with no way out do? He goes to God.

'How typical,' you must be thinking. Turning to God only when you have a problem. Well, I suppose its a bit "matlabhi" (an indian term meaning that you only go to someone when you need something from him), but it was all I got. So I turned to Him, and there He was, waiting. Patiently. Just waiting.

So we (me & God) started this journey together. In time, I learned to trust Him, and to depend on Him. I learned that His way are always perfect, and that He is incredibly funny (trust me He is). I also learned that He is a good God who loves me, and Who cares for me. So I started to make Him central in my life. Everything I started to do, I had Him on my mind. I consulted Him first before making decisions. In everything that I did, I wanted to glorify Him. I wanted to be good, because He is good.

In time, my actions had meaning. My life had a direction, up. I was going somewhere. Everything that I did or said became full of purpose. I was alive again.

You must be wondering now why I used the past tense. Because I'm not at that place right now...

In the past few weeks, as usual, I had put God before everything I said and did. My decisions were based purely on Him. And somehow every one of those decisions has hit me hard on the face. Somehow, eventhough I chose to obey and make those decisions based on Him, it seems to have gone wrong the very moment I made those decisions. And I dun know why. When I choose to give someone hope, it gets thrown out the window. When I choose to be brave and tell the truth, no one takes it seriously. When I choose to love, I get shot at (not literally, of course)

*sigh* But I still know that I made those decisions based on Him. And I still know that He is good. Maybe I just need to wait a little while more.

Life shouldn't have to be this hard. It shouldn't be a struggle.

As far as my Dad is concerned, he has decided to take the most dangerous rehabilitation process. Its not something I approve of, but its his life, I can only advise, only he can make that final decision.

Tomorrow will be a better day I pray. I may not be getting results now, but I'll continue doing whatever God wants me to do, no matter how bad circumstances seem. He's my God... and I'm His boy...

Low...

Things haven't exactly been going right for me of late. Everything seems like a mess. The best part is, I preach to everyone that God is good even in bad circumstances. And recently, I just spoke to a group of people about how good God is, and just how little we realise that. We just don't realise how much we have.

The trait of human frailty? We dun appreciate the things we have till we loose it. Adam and Eve had everything they ever wanted. But they looked at the one tree of forbidden fruit and thought of God as bad. They thought He withheld from them something good. So in these circumstances, should I focus on the problems? or should I just look ard me and after putting things into perspective, realise that God is good in so many other ways.

The magnitude of a problem is only magnified by our constant attention to it. In a way, by concentrating on it, we seem to give it a life of its own. Think abt it, on days that are bad, we tend to dwell too much on the first bad thing that happened, and as we wallow in that situation, by not focussing on other things that are more important, we scew them up as well. Thus one bad thing leads to another and then we end up having a bad day.

Depression starts when you have a couple of bad days. Doesn't it ever surprise you that people with dissabilities seem to be less depressed than their able-bodied people. If only we could thank God for what we have all the time. Life would be more worth the living. It fills us with purpose and direction.

As I'm writing this, I'm preaching this to myself. Somehow, during the past few days, I started to look at the things that didn't really matter. I started to look at my life and focus on things that I didn't have. I decided that I was worse off cause I lacked all these things. But I'm able-bodied even if i'm not tall. I have a house even if its not a home. I have friends even if they are not always there. I am rich in so many things, even if I dun drive a BMW 6 Series Convertible. And I have a relationship with my Creator. There are billions out there in the world worse off than me. So I am thankful.

Recently, my dad was found to have dreaded disease. It shook me. My dad has always been health conscious. I have never seen my dad sick in my life. I must admit, it was difficult for me to see him like this. He's always been that strong guy to me. He led a tough life and though he is tough on the outside, the one thing I love abt him is how emotional he is. Heh, he's kind of an oxymoron.

The thing is, I never got to see him often. My parents were seperated when I was only 3 and so I hardly ever got to see him. It was always very difficult for me cause I loved my dad a lot. Every so often, we (me and my sis), would get a rare chance to meet him, or stay with him. And we would love it. You see, not having a dad ard is really hard. My mum was great, dun get me wrong. She did everything she could and she's lovely in every way, but at the end of the day, a kid needs both his mum and dad. A dad brings comfort in a different way that a mum does.

Well, all that is a different story altogether. Back to where I was. So it was difficult to see him like this. And somehow, I became a source of hope for him and my step-mom (hate using this term on her) and my half-sisters (hate using this term on them cause I love them so much). I have always had a tendency to remain positive even in tough situations cause of my trust in God and this positive spirit turned out to be something the family needed. Over the course of his operation and recovery, I had been that tower of strength to him.

Then just a few days ago, we found out that the ordeal wasn't over at all. And it was tough for me.

It wasn't easy being that tower of strength. I'll readily admit that. And now, I wasn't just that tower of strength. I was also asked to make really difficult decisions concerning the mode of my dad's rehabilitation process. It was difficult cause they all had their own side effects and these side effects were really severe. One of them had a 40% chance that my dad would permanantly loose his sense of touch! Thats how bad it was. And now I was being asked which one would I want him to take. And whatever I chose, the whole family would accept it. So you could say the burden was on me.

For the longest time in my life, I have been big brother to many people. I have been a big brother for my family, for my friends and my loved ones. I never really ever had a problem being there for people. But this time, the weight was too strong. And there were other issues that were bothering me as well at the same time (but we shan't get into that right now).

For the first time in my life, I wished I had a big brother. I didn't wanna play big brother anymore. I needed a comforter, a counsellor, a mentor who could give me the answers to life that I suddenly so needed. I must admit, for once in my life, I was lost.

And suddenly I longed for a mate. I needed someone to tell me everything was going to be okay. I needed someone to tell me that what I was doing was right. I needed someone to hold my hand and squeeze it. I suddenly wanted to be loved. I've been loving people so much and giving so much... but now I needed someone to love me like that. I couldn't take it anymore.

But alas, in my darkest moments, when I needed someone to be there for me, no one was. Those who promised to be there never picked up their phones. Alas, I was alone and stricken. Lost and dying on the inside. To everyone else, I was okay. I carried on with my work with a smile on my face, but with a heart that was desperately low on love. To make things worse, other problems I was dealing with suddenly became worse. I must say that I had never felt the way I felt yesterday ever in my life. I was on ground zero. I had nothing to give anymore. No love to give anymore. No life to give. Nothing...

(This will be continued tomorrow or whenever I can finish it, I'm too tired to write anymore tonight. The story is continuing even now. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a brighter day. My hope is in you alone God. Those who hope in You will not be put to shame)

Meant To...

To you who means so much to me, you know who you are...

Don't close your eyes, I'm right beside you
Don't be afraid, I'm never far
You and I were always meant to
Wake the dreamers from the dark
Come out, come out wherever you are

Love...

1 Corinthians 13:4-8

4 Love endures long and is patient and kind; love never is envious nor boils over with jealousy, is not boastful or vainglorious, does not display itself haughtily.

5 It is not conceited (arrogant and inflated with pride); it is not rude (unmannerly) and does not act unbecomingly. Love (God's love in us) does not insist on its own rights or its own way, for it is not self-seeking; it is not touchy or fretful or resentful; it takes no account of the evil done to it [it pays no attention to a suffered wrong].

6 It does not rejoice at injustice and unrighteousness, but rejoices when right and truth prevail.

7 Love bears up under anything and everything that comes, is ever ready to believe the best of every person, its hopes are fadeless under all circumstances, and it endures everything [without weakening].

8 Love never fails [never fades out or becomes obsolete or comes to an end].

1 John 4:8

... God is love.

Now everytime you see the word Love in the above verses, change it to God...

Only His Love can satisfy me, because God IS Love :)

Life Is Good

In the words of Jaime Cullum, "What a difference a day made"

I spent time today reforging old friendships again. It was great, the old jokes, the endless chatter, the fond memories. It was fun and I totally enjoyed myself. It was like finding myself again.

I found my laughter again. The little devilish streak returned and there I was up to my tricks again. I'm almost 25, but I was like a 15 year old all over again.

I'm starting to appreciate life again. I'm starting to acknowledge the personalities that have lighted up my life. And be thankful for all the new acquaintances that have been formed of late.

Not many people are as fortunate as me when it comes to friends. Many can only count a handful of 'True' friends when needs arises. As for me, I can be thankful that I have more than four handfuls of 'true' friends in my 25 years. I have been blessed indeed.

I am blessed indeed. And for that, I am grateful...

Hush Now

Where are you my hiding place?
Where is my refuge?
My strong tower, my city of stronghold
My temple mount, my deep sanctuary

I cannot seem to escape this marketplace
Oh' the noise, it drowns out my cries
'Save me!' the silence seems to scream
Who hears me? Who hears this melody of pain?

If only I could find a place of solitude
To hideaway, to rest, to replenish
To refresh, renew, and restore
'Take me away' I pray 'Take me away'

Can I find peace in the midst of a battle?
Can the phoenix rise from the ashes of despair?
Can I find peace in the eye of the storm?
Can I renew my strength like that of the eagle?

Hush now
I've found my hideaway,
My place of rest, my sanctuary
Amongst the din of this marketplace

cREED - Who's Got My Back

Run hide
All that was sacred to us
Sacred to us
See the signs
The covenant has been broken
By mankind
Leaving us with no shoulder...with no shoulder

To rest our head on
To rest our head on
To rest our head on
Who's got my back now?
When all we have left is deceptive
So disconnected
So what is the truth now?
There's still time
All that has been devastated
Can be recreated

Realize
We pick up the broken pieces
Of our lives
Giving ourselves to each other, ourselves to each other
To rest our head on
To rest our head on
To rest our head on

Who's got my back now?
When all we have left is deceptive
So disconnected
So what is the truth now?
Tell us the truth now
Tell me the truth now

Who's got my back now?
When all we have left is deceptive
So disconnected
So what is the truth now?

Errr, Happy New Year?

Okie, so this post comes 8 days too late. Can I say one of my new years' resolution is to stop procrastinating? :P

So a new year spells a new beginning and a chance to start afresh. People seem to make a big deal that a new year is the time to make changes. Its quite sad that we actually have to wait for an appointed time each year to make changes in our lives that make a difference to the year before. Its all in the mind people. But in a way, looking back at what you've done in the past year provides a proper time assessment of the achievements and failures that have beset you. And so, the appointed time to make some changes.

I think I want to be more thankful of the things that I DO have instead of complaining abt the things that I don't. Sometimes, a little perspective helps and in retrospect, life ain't that bad. But then again, a little more cash wouldn't hurt, and a nice car, and...

I read a fellow blogger's blog (my sec school teacher would be so disappointed in me right now) and some things she said really highlighted some of my downfalls of last year. I'm not gonna quote verbatim here but she said that she wanted to spend more time with the people who really mattered in her life. It's true isn't it, we tend to lose sight of the people who really do matter to us, who will always be there when lightning strikes (hopefully not twice) and who'll love you even if "you get disfigured in an accident." We're a very materialistic society and we tend to lose sight of the realities of life and invest our time, money and effort on things/people who don't really matter. So this year, I'm gonna make space for my true friends and loved ones.

Spiritually, last year was a good year. My walk with God has grown leaps and bounds and though there's still a long way to go, I just wanna thank God for being there for me, for loving me eventhough I'd broken His heart time and again. You know Lord, you've been so faithful to me, and this year, I just want to know you so much more. This year, I want what is your will in my life. And I just want you to know, that I know how much you love me, and that I love you too...
"You did not wait for me, to draw near to you, but you let me hear your voice calling me....."

The last resolution is, of course to never stop telling corny jokes.
What did one sushi say to the other sushi?
"Waaaaaassssaaaaaaabbbbbbiiiiiii"