Wednesday, December 29, 2004
i love my new blog.
really!
it's so nice...
so must take some time out to gush.
it's so blue.. so blaack.. so ME!!
haha.
font abit the small though.
ok im rushing thru this coz i gotta leave in 5min time.
haha.
and it has 'blueness' the word on the cursor wherever i move it!
ahhhh!!!
gush.
and i've got a new secret!!!
yesh. hahhaha. i'm so excited.
so afraid i'll blurt it out in my dreams.
but.
i won't! hehheh.
dada is mad.
-_-"
haha
-blessed
1:45 PM
so strong
so mighty
my God's plan for me
goes beyond my wildest dreams
my God is good
He's so good
to me
so good to me..
my God is big
so strong
so mighty
my God is good
He's so good
to me
He's my God and
He is my refuge
He's the rock on which I stand
He's my fortress
and God He is my life
He holds the oceans in His hands
my God
is big
so strong
so mighty
my God is good
He's so good
to me
He's my God and
He is my refuge
He's the rock on which I stand
He's my fortress
and God He is my life
He holds the oceans in His hands
there's nothing my God cannot do
there's nothing my God cannot do
He's my God and
He is my refuge
He's the rock on which I stand
He's my fortress
and God He is my life
He holds the oceans in His hands
there's nothing my God cannot do
there's nothing my God cannot do
-blessed
12:46 PM
Sunday, December 26, 2004
REALLY! MAD!
dumdum computer!!!!
grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
stupid com!
i typed SO long
and i was so happy!!!!!!!
and then the stupid internet hanged and the whole post wasn't saved!
so duh it's lost and gone!
forever!
ohhhhhhhh....................
ahhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
bishbishbish
dodobird!!!!!
ok WHATEVER.
i ain't gonna repeat what i was saying.
my christmassy mood is lost boohoohoo.
et says i drag my words. n i was shocked!
but looks like its quite true huh..
i just never realised i did it so.. obviously.
haha.
i miss e choir already!!!!
can we just go for choir...
why don't we have a choir school in s'pore..
arts really doesn't have much of a career here huh.
if not i would have gladly joined.
like, sth like the vienna boys choir.
dinner...
-blessed
7:01 PM
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-blessed
1:41 AM
e J1s before jubilation!!!!!!! ah i love our choir.. aha riohc rocks! today's carolling was superb.. the GM personally came down to say we were good man! so happy. n got so many gifts! i love choir!!!!!!! yay! :D
-blessed
1:38 AM
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
That is desperate
I cry wanting
Just to be heard by You
And I pray
That You won't remain silent
That You'll stand here beside me
That my heart won't call out in vain
[chorus]
'Cause all I want
Is just to see You Jesus
And I long
Just to hear Your voice
And I need
Just to be near You
'Cause Your presence is
All I want
I come with a heart
That is hungry
And I sing
Wanting You just to know my love
And I pray that my life will be counted
For the sake of Your kingdom
That my heart will be truly Yours
[chorus]
'Cause all I want
Is just to see You Jesus
And I long
Just to hear Your voice
And I need
Just to be near You
'Cause Your presence is
All I want
One day we'll look on Your face
We'll see You with all of Your glory
And we won't need the sun
And we won't need the moon
All we will need is You
All I want
Is just to see You Jesus
And I long
Just to hear Your voice
And I need
Just to be near You
Your presence is all I want
Is just to see You Jesus
And I long
Just to hear Your voice
And I need
Just to be near You
'Cause Your presence is all I want
Yes Your presence is all I want
Your presence is
All I want
Just to hear Your voice
And I need just to be near You
'Cause Your presence is
All I want
how many songs have the titles that go something like, all i want or all that i want?
we need God.
it's a fact.
we're desperate for Him... thirst for Him.
but how many actually turn to God only when they are in troubled times?
countless.
God desires to be with us everyday,
shouldn't we reciprocate His love?
-blessed
12:28 PM
it's early in the morning..
actually not that early. already 11 i think.
arghs.
choir everyday!!!! not that bad la.
yesterday was quite funny.
well actually it wasn't that funny, coz screwing up during performances ain't exaactly laughter-inducing.
butbutbut, i couldn't help giggling, had to suppress my laughter and once in a while, my shoulders would kinda convulse. haha.
but thank God.. we actually pulled through the songs!
and He helped me stop laughing dunno how many times. haha.
eg jingle bell rock (2nd time) the front half sang correctly while the back half started singing 'jingle bells'!!! haha. but really thank God, the front half continued and the back half, realising their error, quickly faded off and sang doo doo doo instead. haha.
i'm actually feeling 2 moods.
one, super happy and excited for christmas coz of all the wrapping and making presents and cards..
two, dreading the re-opening of school and my mountain pile of homework which i have NOT done.. sighs.
nvm, trust in the Lord.
and stop procrastinating!
-blessed
12:18 PM
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
reminds me of my childhood 'swingin' days at the playground.. i love swings! really. does anyone know that? haha. :)
-blessed
10:33 AM
Monday, December 20, 2004
The Wemmicks were small wooden people. A woodworker named Eli carved each of the wooden people. His workshop sat on a hill overlooking their village.
Every Wemmick was different. Some had big noses, others had large eyes. Some were tall and others were short. Some wore hats, others wore coats.
However, all were made by the same carver and all lived in the village. And all day, every day, the Wemmicks did the same thing: They gave each other sticker. Each Wemmick had a box of golden star stickers and a box of gray dot stickers.
Up and down the streets all over the city, people could be seen sticking stars or dots on one another. The pretty ones, those with smooth wood and fine paint, always got stars.
However, if the wood was rough or the paint chipped, the Wemmicks gave dots. The talented ones got stars, too. Some could lift big sticks high above their heads or jump over tall boxes. Still others knew big words or could sing very pretty songs. Everyone gave them stars.
Some Wemmicks had stars all over them! Every time they got a star, it made them feel so good that they did something else and got another star. Others, though, could do little. They got dots.
Punchinello was one of these. He tried to jump high like the others, but he always fell. Moreover, when he fell, the others would gather around and give him dots. Sometimes when he fell, it would scar his wood, so the people would give him more dots.
He would try to explain why he fell and say something silly, and the Wemmicks would give him more dots. After a while he had so many dots that, he did not want to go outside. He was afraid he would do something dumb such as forget his hat or step in the water, and then people would give him another dot.
In fact, he had so many gray dots that some people would come up and give him one without reason. "He deserves lots of dots," the wooden people would agree with one another. "He's not a good wooden person."
After a while Punchinello believed them. "I'm not a good Wemmick," he would say. The few times he went outside, he hung around other Wemmicks who had many dots. He felt better being around them.
One day he met a Wemmick who was unlike any he would ever met. She had no dots or stars. She was just wooden. Her name was Lucia. It was not that people did not try to give her stickers; it is just that the stickers did not stick. Some admired Lucia for having no dots, so they would run up and give her a star. Nevertheless, it would fall off. Some would look down on her for having no stars, so they would give her a dot. However, it would not stay either.
'That's the way I want to be, thought Punchinello. 'I don't want anyone's marks.' Therefore, he asked the sticker less Wemmick how she did it.
"It's easy," Lucia replied. "Every day I go see Eli."
"Eli?"
"Yes, Eli. The woodcarver. I sit in the workshop with him."
"Why?"
"Why don't you find out for yourself? Go up the hill. He's there."
With that the Wemmick with no marks turned and skipped away. "But he won't want to see me!" Punchinello cried out. Lucia did not hear. Therefore, Punchinello went home. He sat near a window and watched the wooden people as they scurried around giving each other stars and dots. "It's not right," he muttered to himself. In addition, he resolved to go and see Eli.
He walked up the narrow path to the top of the hill and stepped into the big shop. His wooden eyes widened at the size of everything. The stool was as tall as he was. He had to stretch on his tiptoes to see the top of the workbench. A hammer was as long as his arm. Punchinello swallowed hard. "I'm not staying here!" and he turned to leave. Then he heard his name.
"Punchinello?" The voice was deep and strong.
Punchinello stopped.
"Punchinello! How good to see you. Come and let me have a look at you."
Punchinello turned slowly and looked at the large bearded craftsman. "You know my name?" the little Wemmick asked.
"Of course I do. I made you."
Eli stooped down, picked him up, and set him on the bench.
"Hmm," the maker spoke thoughtfully as he inspected the gray circles. "Looks like you've been given some bad marks."
"I didn't mean to, Eli. I really tried hard."
"You don't have to defend yourself to me, child. I don't care what the other Wemmicks think."
"You don't?"
"No, and you shouldn't either. Who are they to give stars or dots? They are Wemmicks just like you. What they think does not matter, Punchinello. All that matters is what I think. And I think you are pretty special."
Punchinello laughed. "Me, special? Why? I cannot walk fast. I cannot jump. My paint is peeling. Why do I matter to you?"
Eli looked at Punchinello, put his hands on those small wooden shoulders, and spoke very slowly.
"Because you're mine. That's why you matter to me."
Punchinello had never had anyone look at him like this--much less his maker. He did not know what to say.
"Every day I've been hoping you'd come," Eli explained.
"I came because I met someone who had no marks."
"I know. She told me about you."
"Why don't the stickers stay on her?"
"Because she has decided that what I think is more important than what they think. The stickers only stick if you let them."
"What?"
"The stickers only stick if they matter to you. The more you trust my love, the less you care about the stickers."
"I'm not sure I understand."
"You will, but it will take time. You have many marks. For now, just come to see me every day and let me remind you how much I care."
Eli lifted Punchinello off the bench and set him on the ground.
"Remember," Eli said as the Wemmick walked out the door. "You are special because I made you. And I don't make mistakes."
Punchinello did not stop, but in his heart he thought, "I think he really means it."
And when he did, a dot fell to the ground.
-blessed
1:23 PM
Or paint a million stars that I might
Know Your majesty?
Is Your voice upon the wind?
Is everything I've known marked
With my Maker's fingerprints?
Breathe on me
Let me see Your face
Ever I will seek You
'Cause all You are is all I want, always
Draw me close in Your arms
Oh God, I wanna be with You
Can I feel You in the rain?
Abandon all I am to have You
Capture me again
Let the eath resound with praise
Can You hear as all creation lives
To glorify one name?
This song is very beautiful.
God is so awesome, like He's so big yet he sent His Son down to earth.
I am worth Jesus! YOU are worth Jesus, do you know that?
that's from the article grandpa gave me.
it's so amazing. I'm so imperfect, Jesus was PREFECT, yet I am worth Him such that God would give Jesus up in exchange for me? uncomprehendable.
all the more I should serve Him, no?
Yesterday at servers' meeting quan asked where we got our spiritual feeding from.
and he said QT ain't enough. hmmm. yeahh i guess so.
it got me thinking coz.. QT isn't enough to fill my inner man! and I'm not even consistent with my QT!!! mamamia. must must must do QT daily man.
This is something i wrote after youth service last week.
Not by my might, not by my power, but by Your Spirit, O Lord...
And not to us, O Lord, not to us...
All glory goes to You
I praise you for I am fearfully and wonderfully made...
You created me.
I am the work of Your Hands.
You knew me before I was born...
You knew me entirely even before I came to know You.
How amazing, how beautiful God's graces are1
How wonderful that even though I am so insignificant, You loved me...
You sent You only Son to die for me...
How awesome is Your presence O God...
How I long to seek Your face...
How amazing...
How great You are, O Lord.
:)
-blessed
12:50 PM
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
i dunno why i keep posting stuff..
just feel the need to write. express my feelings.
but the thing is,
which has been in my head since the last night of the camp and ever so often comes to me.. is
"am i willing to give up friendships for God?"
am i?
ever since long ago..
friends have been an integral part of my life.
i've never been a loner.
i've always, always treasured friends.
i can't imagine the day when i've got no friends!
i mean, i've always said that i NEED friends, companionship.
but
what if God wants me to give up certain friendships?
with certain people who may not be doing the right stuff?
or if he wants to send me somewhere for His work, alone?
will i go?
will i be able to give up friends for His sake?
like, what if taking a stand for Christ costs me let's say, my whole class?
am i willing to, then?
will i?
it's really something to think about.
will i do this for God?
because He sent His only Son to die for us..
this little thing called friendship.
can i give it up for Him too?
i dunno.
that's the truth.
we always say we wanna be sold out to God..
He's our world.
but can we put out words into action, walk the talk?
and so,
can i sacrifice stuff?
give up stuff displeasing to God?
i know if i wanna be sold out for Him, i will eventually have to if He wants me to.
and i should think that.. if that day comes,
i will be able to do it.
coz, all i need is God, don't i?
He is sufficient.
it won't be an easy task,
but being close to God..
having this knowledge that He's just beside me..
ALWAYS with me..
will make it less difficult.
coz in reality, He's the one friend that i really need.
and.. i trust He'll provide! :)
coz, i'm not alone.
WE are all part of the body of Christ.
mm. that peace of God, peace that transcends all understanding..
that peace is amazing.
-blessed
5:23 PM
Your Word is a light unto my path
Your love guides my through my darkest night
and even though someimes Your ways
i cannot understand
i'll never walk away
because my future's in Your Hands
I DON'T CARE WHAT PEOPLE WILL SAY
I'M RUNNING AFTER YOU
I WON'T TURN BACK AND GO THEIR WAY
COZ I'M RUNNING AFTER YOU
YEAH I'M RUNNING AFTER YOU
I WILL RUN TO YOU
I DON'T CARE WHAT PEOPLE WILL SAY
I'M RUNNING AFTER YOU
I WON'T TURN BACK AND GO THEIR WAY
COZ I'M RUNNING AFTER YOU
DON'T MATTER WHAT MAY COME MY WAY
I'M RUNNING AFTER YOU
IT'S YOU I'M FOLLOWING TODAY
I'M RUNNING AFTER YOU
let this be my promise to God.
i'm gonna run after Him.
in His ways, on His path He has laid out for me.
and may He bring me back everytime i stray..
may my ears always be open to His still, quiet voice.
i'm in the world, but not of the world.
let people say what they wanna say.
i'm different.
i'm a daughter of the King.
i'll stand for Him.
i'll make a stand for Him.
i will...
i really want to.
lest i stumble.. i know He will be there for me.
and He'll provide friends.
'let us encourage one another in the body of christ.. being all members of the same body... let us be one.. for Jesus. united as one.'
-blessed
5:15 PM
this is my blog.
church camp.. no acc worship camp and sojourners' camp..
they have brought me closer to God.
and truly, its reflection time now.
words people have spoken over me..
what God has impressed upon me..
some stuff i'm still chewing on them..
dun really get the whole meaning.. but that's probably coz i'm not spending time with Him again. yeah.
see, the problem is after camps, the hols, everyone gets back into the grinding mill of normal daily life.. and we forget God.
we forget what He did for us..
we forget what we experienced with Him
we forget what we promised to do.
promises aren't made to be broken.
especially His.
but how can that be so unless we take the step to develop a closer relationship with Him, have the hunger, the desire to know Him further, deeper..
to have a higher level of intimacy with Him?
it's not easy. i know it. it's only the hols and i'm already not spending time. and camp was just last week!
my actions.. disappointing. yeap. i've gotta buck up.
i'd hate to disappoint God.. my parents.. anyone.
i wouldn't want to hear 'i'm so disappointed with you' from anyone again, coz that hurt.
and what rena said during the camp, 'does your blog glorify God?'
yup.
why did i create a blog?
certainly not with the intention of glorifying God.
more like, talking about my day.. having fun ranting about stuff online..
saying whatever i wanted.. was God ever in the equation? nah.
so here i am. reflections.
anyone who looks at my archives will know i posted what i wanted to post.
i was pissed, anyone who read my blog would know full well my emotional state.
even put up secular songs. where was God? did i ever show i knew God? that He was in my life?
i don't think so.
things have gotta change.
i have gotta change. so that's it...
here i say:
my blog, it's gonna glorify God.
I'm gonna try my darndest best to glorify Him in everything I do.
holiness.
set apart for God.
i'm a warrior of this generation man!
right.
full steam ahead!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-blessed
5:05 PM
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