I wish I wrote more worthy things, more worthy of You.

How do I love Thee?

I confess that I don't love You like I should, but then again, how should I love You?
How should I love One for whom I have no words for?
He is Word Himself.

In those moments few and far in between, I catch a glimpse of You and though it is never enough, it keeps me going.

I don't revere You like I ought to, and I ought to. A naked love isn't enough; a naked love holds no sacredness in its heart and therefore has no reverence for God.

It's got to be more than just naked love.

Saying 'goodbye' and then a 'hello' :)

This is really interesting.
Someone's found a long lost person via my blog! And i was just ranting randomly when I put his full name!
Is this what Einstein meant when he said that coincidence is God's way of remaining anonymous?

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I wonder if Julie Powell is really like how Amy Adams portrayed her to be in real life.
It'll be cool to meet her and have a coffee or something, or better yet, sit down to a meal by her :)
Not the frozen beef jelly thing though. It looks and sounds gross, and probably tastes gross too.

I'm doing a lot of things for the first time this year. Well since the year is drawing to a close soon, I suppose this is, in a way, my yearly reflection.

I've cut my hair bob-style (the concave, currently popular version), soft-bonded it (which is as far as I'd go, I think - dyeing it is still out of bounds), had one and a half rides on a byke (my version of motorcycle in short form), made my first frap (and got hooked onto Starbucks coffee), run a hundred thousand dollar carnival, joined the worship ministry, did a flashmob (though it flopped in terms of being a surprise, the dance itself was still fab), revived a dead ipod mini, got a mac, made Malay friends, stayed up all night twice in a semester to finish work (an experience I care not to repeat), healed a broken heart, fallen in love again (it's a new experience every time), went to Zouk with classmates, got two pairs of new specs within two months (they're turquoise, not green!), earned my own keep, gone on the Flyer, won a t-shirt design competition, owned my first pair of Timberlands...

It's been a good year.

Hi 2011, I see you're dropping by for a visit very soon :)

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Let's make it something significant.

Once in a lifetime, the trail of hints in your life add up to form an image of epiphanical proportions and suddenly, it hits you like a truck going at 120km/hr, knocking the air out of you but leaving that sweet, sweet delight of knowing why and what you were made for.

You just know when you've got the right thing.
It clicks.
A six-letter word that best captures the feeling of it. Whoever said you need big words to be accurate?

I know what to do with my life.
And that's a humongously empowering thing to know.

The Reverberation of Silence

Being in the world can sometimes make you feel very, very lonely.

Why do I still feel like a druggy in need of the next fix?
Is there anybody out there?
Somebody who knows the same ache?
How is it that we can argue ten minutes into a sendoff?
Why is it that nobody wants to talk?
Why is the wall thicker between family than strangers sometimes?
Is there a place to hang the soul?
Is it bad to hang it on a blog?
Why aren't the answers that were enough no longer so?
Do we outgrow answers too?
Is there a bottom to this longing?
How did Robinson Crusoe survive the first few years alone?
Would having your own island really make things better?
Would getting too close to someone make you discover something that repels you?
Why is it that we're either not close enough or too close to people?

Questions with no answers.
Answers that can't be known by me in this moment.

Frothier

The anticipation of something new and exciting about to take place sits lightly like froth atop a well shaken drink as I peer into the next chapter of my life while holding my hands steady on the steering wheel as I navigate the present.

Why do I always sound so poetic?

There's simplicity in the thing profound too :)
But to get there, first we gotta dig a little deeper...

Bring Me to Life

I need to know that I'm alive.

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How can you see into my eyes like open doors
Leading you down into my core
Where I’ve become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home

Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run
Before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I’ve become

Now that I know what I’m without
You can't just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life

All this time I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything
Without a thought without a voice without a soul
Don't let me die here
There must be something more
Bring me to life
- Bring Me to Life, Evanescence

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Two cups of tall, caramel frappe with coffee jelly and I walked down Kallang mrt stairs like a fainthearted who just went seven times on Lethal Weapon.
And I am no fainthearted.