Who am I?
That the Lord of all the earth
Would care to know my name
Would care to feel my hurt.
Who am I?
That the bright and morning star
Would choose to light the way
For my ever wandering heart

Not because of who I am
But because of what you've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who you are

I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
A vapor in the wind.

Still you hear me when I'm calling
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling
And you've told me who I am
I am yours.

Who am I?
That the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love
And watch me rise again.
Who am I?
That the voice that calmed the sea
Would call out through the rain
And calm the storm in me

Not because of who I am
But because of what you've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who you are.

Whom shall I fear?
Whom shall I fear?
'Cause I am yours. I am yours.

What's a peacock without its feathers?

I want to become a woman of substance

Just for laughs:

A social worker visited an old granny at her house for a chat.
Seeing a bowl of nuts on the coffee-table, he asked: "Mind if I have a few?"
Granny replied: " yeah, sure"
Realisation dawned upon the social worker mid-way through the conversation however, that he had not taken a few, but had rather, emptied the entire bowl.
Feeling embarassed, he apologised;
and the old granny replied: "it's okay, at this age, I can only suck off the chocolate"

Lol... :P

Father and Mother were looking through junior's good grades,
and the father remarked: "I think our son has got my brains!"
Mother: " Yeah, I think so too,
I still have mine with me!"

Hope you had a few laughs yourself.

It's going to be a tough year ahead.

Just plotted out my schedule for next year,
and I realise that as my commitments pile,
expectation rises too.

Sheesh... why do we only have 24 hours a day?
It's kind of like increasing taxes and all without increasing the GDP as well -_-"
Well, so much for econs.

Perhaps it is the environment here- in a college,
that gives us this illusion of University education being "just around the corner."
But come to think of it,
it is.
It is good therefore, that with this realisation, comes an obligation to best prepare oneself for it,
and I guess that's what IP is all about- a wholesome, all-rounded education.

Looking back on this year,
there are many "could-have-been"s
many "if-only"s.
Here and there, I see a dire need for improvement.

It is again, time for a reform.

A reform in mentality,
a reform in attitude,
a reform in approach and methodology,
a reform in management strategies.

So much to change, so little time ( lucky garfield gets to say: so much to eat, so little time!)

As Mr. Boy puts it,
I hope I am "heading in the right direction"

Why do we call each other the best,
but treat each other the way we do...?

Why must things turn out this way?
Maybe it is all coming to an end.


This wasn't how we planned it to be,
this isn't what we want,
what I want...
If we were oil and water from the start, we prevented each other from evaporating,
but what of it now?
Have the laws of chemistry morphed since?
And are we to go scattered among the air molecules around,
scattered with no a hint of the past aquaintence?

Mr.S is the culprit,
and we allow him be...
Mr.S swallowed our hearts, blinded us, and taught us to stab each other again,
again,
and again.
Are we so sick of each other?
Or perhaps so overwhlemed by the ugliness we see in each other,
it has left us reeling over with disgust and contempt for each other?

we can't glue broken pieces of a vase together again if it's wet.
And I can't dry it...
No cloth,
no will...
What do they call this?
Desensitisation?
Yeah,
why glue it back, when it just collapses again?

Anguish overwhelms me.
My friend,
let me tell you the ugly truth,
we have becomed too bitter,
and neither of us like chinese medicine...
spit it out, they say, spit it out
I am left so helpless, so frustrated, keeping the black stuff in my mouth,
while it turns more bitter by the second.

I don't know what to do with the broken pieces, mon ami

funny how things can change so fast...

it's almost like grasping sand- your hands become sore, and it all slips out in the end.

Last Year,
"I am never good at goodbyes..."

Then this year,
"I don't really like emotional goodbyes..."

Don't know exactly how I feel,
kind of cheated I guess...
Why must they leave one after another?
I guess we tend to take for granted that these people will always be where they are....

Her, Right there on stage...
Him, Right there wearing shades and a tie...

Her, Right there with yet another piece of my failure, disappointed eyes, encouraging smile, and then whispering to me: "It's okay, I believe you can do it, do try harder next time..."

Have you any idea how I have never forgotten that moment?
Those words?
Have you any idea how I never managed to find that courage?
That gumption, to try again?
Have you any idea how I struggled because I knew I was going to disappoint you again?
Those nights.
Have you any idea how I never wanted to see those disappointed eyes again?
I wanted, and want to do you proud...

Why couldn't you have given me another chance?
Another chance to prove you right?
Another chance to live that moment I dreamt and dream of?
That moment where the joy in your eyes, can finally take the place of the disappointment I once saw?

How can you close the book like that without telling me it was the last chapter I was writing?

I am not good at goodbyes too...
Do you have a word that means "I am so sorry," "Thank you," "all the best," and "you'll be missed" all at once?

I certainly wish I have...

It has been a day of "ice-cream coated cherries," Giant EarthquakeS, 20 cent arcade games, and a lot of catching-up ;D! Thanks for the great day you guys... ...

I love the way we can spend eternity deciding on where to lunch

I love the way we talk and laugh about the silliest things

I love the way we can exchange conversations just by grinning at each other

I love the coffeebean.

Somethings need not be said,
nor can they be...
they exist beyond what I can put into squirgly lines called words.
Nor do I bother to try...
an attempt would undermine the scale, the depth and the profound intricacy of it all...

I am so thankful,
so blessed.
One wonders what was it that made all these possible,
coincidence?
fate?
choice?
whatever it is, whatever it was,
I am glad it happened the way it did.

I am glad time has not been a barrier,
nor a full-stop.
And I am determined never to allow it to be.

They say time tells...
It sure has.

Thank you for being there all these while,
for being a constant and quiet source of inspiration
for not forgetting
for being you,
all of you...

May time continue to allow such a precious thing to blossom,

"Ornithology Specimens of similar species congregate in close proximity..."

May it last forever

We all have our little hopes,
our little dreams,
burning inside us.

Some a mild fire,
others a raging inferno...

When the night cradles,
starry sky above.
The rhythem of life deepens,
Lucifer unveiled.

In the swaying wind, summer breeze,
rice stalks stand tall and proud-
in each a bud, egg within hen.
in each a fire, yolk within egg.

Oh, for the love of pete,
won't you let these tiny buds blossom without a care,
for the world's selfish loadcarts?
for the eye's ruthless "pick-a-card"s?

For the seeds of yet,
yet have mouths- they do not speak
they do not eat.
Not deceit.
Shut up and listen I say...
conformation has never been an option for me.

Hear me now,
for the ground beneath is barren and bare,
so stop your illusions, and cut the act,
for tomorrow we harvest what we sow.

I just want the buds to blossom,
without a care
for reality's snare...

Carry the pussy willows away dear wind,
high up and away...
And let thy rose in rhapsody lay.

Would you believe me
if I tell you now I feel like flying away and never coming back?
would you believe me
if I tell you now I have never felt so afraid?
And what of my life?...
Looking down from a crashing plane, with not a parachute
Will you catch me once again?...

A quaking soldier without my armour,
will you be my shield?

A lost child crying,
will you be my guide?

Groping in the dark,
won't you be my light?

Keep me warm in my darkest moments,
away from fear and aversion...
Guide me..
Grant me...

Everlasting hope...