Loneliness isnt a feeling
Its a desire
Its a need to talk to someone
To let those feelings inside free

Fire

Burning down
Everywhere
Vicious flame
Feel despair

Burning hatred
Sweet desire
Cleansing flame
Healing fire

Dragons flame
Burns as one
Death comes quick
Deed is done

Enemies
Burns in hell
The Grim Reaper
Tolls the bell

Phoenix rose
From these flames
Will return
Once again

Life and death
Too late to mourn
Use it well
Or soon be gone

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Recount, backlog

Saturday
Woke up IN time for L cell
Rushed down
Made it, and still had time to buy 2 sour mix mentos
I love that stuff.
Service
Amazing worship
I love that stuff even more
FUEL
Inez and co. with their maniacal laughter
which just left me going O.o
Macs
Ze Jun made the "mighty" sauce.
Freaky shizz mon
And I actually did work
Life Science
Got bothered when I couldn't remember the difference between a prokaryotic microorganism and a eukaryotic microorganism.
Went home
Ended talking on the phone
For about 1 and a half hours
when my sister came in with a request from my mother that I use the house phone.
meh long story

Im too lazy to write something philosophical.
Moofie.

I wonder why some people believes a good friend must be infallible. Belief that everyone who you trust must be perfect is completely biased.

Trusting someone is completely up you person. Having a true friend means accepting the persons flaws and fallibilities, while at the same time appreciating what they have to offer. Even the a person treats you like crap, you can still trust the person.

People just aren't perfect. Its just how we were made. Nothing short of a miracle can change that.


Well that was stupid.

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"For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction."
- Sir Isaac Newton

Newton's famous 3rd law of physics. True, is applies fully to physics, but applys it to human nature and its completely off. Just another show of how you cant apply logic to life of it just goes haywire.

Now if it was true. If only every act of love, of sacrifice, of unselfishness, was given back in the exact manner it was given. At the same time, every act of anger, of hatred, of rage was also given back in the exact same manner it was given. Thinking about it, most of humanity does do that. Revenge is part of human emotion. Then the big question is, why do we repay every act done in anger and not actions done in unselfishness? What part of our human emotion causes us to sin against ourselves and others? Why are we what we are?

The questions every philosopher ask. That, at heart, is what I am.

And in the midst of darkness
who will answer your call

In the perfect utopia
quis custodiet ipsos custodes

At the gates of death
how will you smile and laugh and scorn it

At the depths of the ocean
how can you breathe the air

When the Grim Reaper knocks on your door
who will you mistake it for

And when death and destruction rains
where is your shelter

Driving off the edge of the cliff
where has the road gone

And when life smiles
will you be wary and suspicious

When the tides of time crash on your back
will you stay strong and unmoving

When time rolls back into the mist
will you keep the memories

When the line between sanity and insanity blurs
which will you be in

At the moment of disarray
will you find your place

At the place of temptation
will you have the courage and strength to walk away

When true is false and evil is good
where has your discernment gone

As you're falling to your doom
what goes through your mind

When you're all alone
what do you do differently

Looking into the eyes of a murderer
how do you feel?

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Service is always what I need. Spirit flowing, mind floating, peacefulness resting, I love it all. Fuel with balloons are always considered highly dangerous. Especially when people are armed with keys. Especially if those armed with keys are female O.o (ignore that last part).

Macs. With my weird culinary genius coming in. Try mixing curry, barbeque, mayoniese and garlic chilli together. Tried and tested sauce that is suprisingly nice. Feeling off and going home.

I wonder if God made human emotions as something for us to control or something to control us. I think that God made it inter-changable. Sometimes it controls us, sometimes we have to overcome it in order to achieve a greater goal. I trust that God had made it for our good. That it had a purpose for us, that it has a purpose for us, and that it will have a purpose for us. I trust my Lord. I love my God.

Short, reflective.

You never think much about the word politics but you probably didn't realise it occurs in our everyday life. Debates for power, arguements for greater ability, it happens. It can't be helped I guess.

I've lost the inspiration to blog. Rawr.

Sentosa. Sun, sand, sea. Im never gonna tire out from these things. Splashing around in the sea, playing dog and bone with raw chickens, playing captains ball with bananas, throwing sand at people, getting sand-shampooed, building sandcastles, burying yourself in sand, and my favorite, just sitting on the shoreline, moving with the waves, enjoying life. Today was fun indeed and I believe there are people who might have some so of deep seeded hatred towards me for... well, a lot of things. But it was a fun day I wouldnt mind reliving over.

Recently, I watched the movie The Phantom Of The Opera (i.e. the recent remake not the old English musical). A particular song was stuck in my head from the show. It was called masquerade. It got me thinking. The lyrics go something like this:
Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade . . .
Masquerade!
Hide your face,
so the world will
never find you!

Its amazing, the extent of our human control of our face muscles. We can betray our inner emotions. Its this facade we build around ourselves, maybe to protect ourselves, maybe to make others believe we are someone we are not. Stop living our lives as masquerades, and start living them as what they were meant to be.

Not the hero that saves the day
Not the child who loves to play
Not the lost one with no place to stay
Not the wronged one with misunderstood ways

Not the lovesick with the aching heart
Not the mother shopping at the mart
Not the cynic with the sharpest tongue
Not the dreamer with ideas far-flung

Just a man with hope in his heart
Standing right here at the start
Who I am is who you see
All I will ever be is me

Another poem concoction. My blogs getting full of these things.

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The heat's getting to me

Timothy's birthday party yesterday was good. Halo-ing about with my ES and owning with it. But put me in a situation with rockets and I'm n00b.

Rawr

Yesterday night would have been a great time to blog. I'm all out of the mood.
Bahhhhhhhh-ness.

Its being misunderstood, people making you out as someone you are not.
Its feeling lonely, with no one to talk to.
Its feeling angered, emotions boiling.
Its being lost, not knowing what to do.
Its what we hate, not something we love.
Its feeling bad, not euphoric.
Its feeling sinned against, but yet having to forgive.
Its knowing you're right, yet admitting you're wrong.
Its knowing you're sinning, yet you sin.
Its backing away from the truth, denying it exists

What is it?

Its life.

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Teacher's Day
Those guys in the student council deserve an A+ for attempting to piece together some kind of show that would inspire us to be teachers (perish the thought).
After the usual Acer's day walk-around and traditional teacher's day celebrations came the pondering where to go next

Dragging my feet around Singapore until I came home. Wonderful fun. Only my bag was causing alot of friction and made a thousand micro-scopic cuts on the skin of my knee. Wonderful.

The day's been kinda stagnant after that. Nothing much to do. And my phone died while I was out. Annoying.

I begin to tire from the endless onslaught of criticism, sarcasm and general teasing of others. Why can't we all just put aside our differences, suck up our massive egos and be friends. Actual friends. Not lying, gossiping, backstabbing members of the community.

Why cant we, members of the same human race, members of the same universe, members of the same planet, come to a concensus. Learn to live with each other, accept each other for who they are, appreciate their differences not exploit them. Where is our integrity?

Life, made harder.