Limerick of lost faith
3 years ago
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Oh God
come and save me. No one.......except You.
Forgive me,
Pull me up,
Clean my heart,
Renew and refresh it,
Come rain down on me.........
HEAL ME LORD!!!!!!!!! I AM SUCH A HYPOCRITE!!
ARGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Forgive me,
Pull me up,
Clean my heart,
Renew and refresh it,
Come rain down on me.........
HEAL ME LORD!!!!!!!!! I AM SUCH A HYPOCRITE!!
ARGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Searching for the Life We've Only Dreamed Of
Once upon a time there lived a sea lion who had lost the sea.
He lived in a country known as the barren lands. High on a plateau, far from any coast, it was a place so dry and dusty that it could only be called a desert. A kind of coarse grass grew in patches here and there, and a few trees were scattered across the horizon. But mostly, it was dust. And sometimes wind, which together make one very thirsty. Of course, it must seem strange to you that such a beautiful creature should wind up in a desert at all. He was, mind you, a sea lion. But things like this do happen.
How the sea lion came to the barren lands, no one could remember. It all seemed so long ago. So long, in fact, it appeared as though he had always been there. Not that he belonged in such an arid place. How could that be? He was, after all, a sea lion. But as you know, once you have lived so long in a certain spot, no matter how odd, you come to think of it as home.
There was a time, many years back, when the sea lion knew he was lost. In those days, he would stop every traveler he met to see if he might help him find his way back to the sea.
But no one seemed to know the way.
On he searched, but never finding. After years without success, the sea lion took refuge beneath a solitary tree beside a very small water hole. The tree provided refuge from the burning rays of the sun, which was very fierce in that place. And the water hole, though small and muddy, was wet, in its own way. Here he settled down and got on as best as he could.
Had you journeyed in those days through the barren lands, you might have seen the sea lion for yourself. Quite often in the evening, he would go and sit upon his favourite rock, a very large boulder, which lifted him off the burning sand and allowed him a view of the entire country.
There he would remain for hours into the night, silhouetted against the sky. And on the best nights, when the wind shifted to the east, a faint smell of salt air would come to him on the breeze. Then he would close his eyes and imagine himself once more at the sea. When he lay himself down to sleep, he would dream of a vast, deep ocean. Twisting and turning, diving and twirling, he would swim and swim and swim. When he woke, he thought he heard the sound of breakers.
The sea was calling to him.
The sea lion loved his rock, and he even loved waiting night after night for the sea breezes that might come. Especially he loved the dreams those memories would stir. But as you well know, even the best of dreams cannot go on, and in the morning when the sea lion woke, he was still in the barren lands. Sometimes he would close his eyes and try to fall back asleep. It never seemed to work, for the sun was always very bright.
Eventually, it became too much for him to bear. He began to visit his rock only on occasion. " I have too much to do," he told himself. " I cannot waste my time just idling about." He really did not have so much to do. The truth of it was, waking so far from home was such a disappointment, he did not want to have those wonderful dreams anymore. The day finally came when he stopped going to his rock altogether, and he no longer lifted his nose to the wind when the sea breezes blew.
The sea lion was not entirely alone in those parts. For it was there he met the tortoise. Now this tortoise was an ancient creature, so weathered by his life in the barren lands that at first, the sea lion mistook him for a rock. He told the tortoise of his plight, hoping that the wise one might be able to help him. "Perhaps," the tortoise mused, "this is the sea." His eyes appeared to be shut against the bright sun, but he was watching the sea lion very closely. The sea lion swept his flippers once against his side, gliding to the end of the water hole and back. "I don't know," he said. "It isn't very deep." "Isn't it?" "Somehow, I thought the sea would be broader, deeper. At least, I hoped so."
"You must learn to be happy here," the tortoise told him one day. "For it is unlikely that you shall ever find this sea of yours." Deep in his old and shriveled heart, the tortoise envied the sea lion and his sea. "But I belong to the sea. We are made for each other." "Perhaps. But you have been gone so long now, the sea has probably forgotten you." This thought had never occured to the sea lion. But it was true, he had been gone for a long, long time. "If this is not my home, how can I ever feel at home here?" the sea lion asked. "You will, in time." The tortoise appeared to be squinting, his eyes a thin slit. "I have seen the sea!" "Yes. Come closer," whispered the tortoise, " and I will tell you a secret. I am not a tortoise. I am a sea turtle. But I left the sea of my own accord, many years ago, in search of better things. If you stay with me, I will tell you stories of my adventures."
The stories of the ancient tortoise were enchanting and soon cast their spell upon the sea lion. As weeks passed into months, his memory of the sea faded. "The desert," whispered the tortoise, "is all that is, or was, or ever will be." When the sun grew fierce and burned his skin, the sea lion would hide in the shade of the tree, listening to the tales woven by the tortoise. When the dry winds cracked his flippers and filled his eyes with dust, the sea lion would retreat to the water hole. And so the sea lion remained, living his days between water hole and tree. The sea no longer filled his dreams.
It was in May that the winds began to blow. The sea lion had grown used to wind, and at first he did not pay much heed at all. Years of desert life had taught him to turn his back in the direction from which the wind came and cover his eyes with his flippers, so that the dust would not get in. Eventually, the winds would always pass.
But not this time. Day and night it came, howling across the barren lands. There was nothing to stop its fury, nothing to even slow it down. For forty days and forty nights the wind blew. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. The sea lion lifted himself to have a look around. He could hardly believed his eyes.
Every single leaf had been stripped from his tree. The branches that remained, with only a twig or two upon them, looked like an old scarecrow. And I do not need to tell you that there was no longer any shade in which to hide. But worse than this, much worse indeed, was what the sea lion saw next.
The water hole was completely dry.
Three weeks after the wind ceased to blow, the sea lion had a dream. Now, as I told you before, there were other nights in which he had dreamed of the sea. But those were long ago and nearly forgotten. Even still, the ocean that filled his dreams this night was so beautiful and clear, so vast and deep, it was as if he were seeing it for the very first time. The sunlight glittered on its surface, and as he dived, the waters all around him shone like an emerald. If he swam quite deep, it turned to jade, cool and dark and mysterious. But he was never frightened, not at all. For I must tell you that in all his dreams of the sea, he never before found himself in the company of other sea lions. This night there were many, round about him, diving and turning, spinning and twirling. They were playing.
Oh, how he hated to wake from that wonderful dream. The tears running down his face were the first wet thing he had felt in three weeks. But he did not pause even to wipe them away, he did not pause, in fact, for anything at all. He set his face to the east, and he began to walk as best a sea lion can.
"Where are you going?" asked the tortoise.
"I am going to find the sea."
( The Journey of Desire)
Time to start.
He lived in a country known as the barren lands. High on a plateau, far from any coast, it was a place so dry and dusty that it could only be called a desert. A kind of coarse grass grew in patches here and there, and a few trees were scattered across the horizon. But mostly, it was dust. And sometimes wind, which together make one very thirsty. Of course, it must seem strange to you that such a beautiful creature should wind up in a desert at all. He was, mind you, a sea lion. But things like this do happen.
How the sea lion came to the barren lands, no one could remember. It all seemed so long ago. So long, in fact, it appeared as though he had always been there. Not that he belonged in such an arid place. How could that be? He was, after all, a sea lion. But as you know, once you have lived so long in a certain spot, no matter how odd, you come to think of it as home.
There was a time, many years back, when the sea lion knew he was lost. In those days, he would stop every traveler he met to see if he might help him find his way back to the sea.
But no one seemed to know the way.
On he searched, but never finding. After years without success, the sea lion took refuge beneath a solitary tree beside a very small water hole. The tree provided refuge from the burning rays of the sun, which was very fierce in that place. And the water hole, though small and muddy, was wet, in its own way. Here he settled down and got on as best as he could.
Had you journeyed in those days through the barren lands, you might have seen the sea lion for yourself. Quite often in the evening, he would go and sit upon his favourite rock, a very large boulder, which lifted him off the burning sand and allowed him a view of the entire country.
There he would remain for hours into the night, silhouetted against the sky. And on the best nights, when the wind shifted to the east, a faint smell of salt air would come to him on the breeze. Then he would close his eyes and imagine himself once more at the sea. When he lay himself down to sleep, he would dream of a vast, deep ocean. Twisting and turning, diving and twirling, he would swim and swim and swim. When he woke, he thought he heard the sound of breakers.
The sea was calling to him.
The sea lion loved his rock, and he even loved waiting night after night for the sea breezes that might come. Especially he loved the dreams those memories would stir. But as you well know, even the best of dreams cannot go on, and in the morning when the sea lion woke, he was still in the barren lands. Sometimes he would close his eyes and try to fall back asleep. It never seemed to work, for the sun was always very bright.
Eventually, it became too much for him to bear. He began to visit his rock only on occasion. " I have too much to do," he told himself. " I cannot waste my time just idling about." He really did not have so much to do. The truth of it was, waking so far from home was such a disappointment, he did not want to have those wonderful dreams anymore. The day finally came when he stopped going to his rock altogether, and he no longer lifted his nose to the wind when the sea breezes blew.
The sea lion was not entirely alone in those parts. For it was there he met the tortoise. Now this tortoise was an ancient creature, so weathered by his life in the barren lands that at first, the sea lion mistook him for a rock. He told the tortoise of his plight, hoping that the wise one might be able to help him. "Perhaps," the tortoise mused, "this is the sea." His eyes appeared to be shut against the bright sun, but he was watching the sea lion very closely. The sea lion swept his flippers once against his side, gliding to the end of the water hole and back. "I don't know," he said. "It isn't very deep." "Isn't it?" "Somehow, I thought the sea would be broader, deeper. At least, I hoped so."
"You must learn to be happy here," the tortoise told him one day. "For it is unlikely that you shall ever find this sea of yours." Deep in his old and shriveled heart, the tortoise envied the sea lion and his sea. "But I belong to the sea. We are made for each other." "Perhaps. But you have been gone so long now, the sea has probably forgotten you." This thought had never occured to the sea lion. But it was true, he had been gone for a long, long time. "If this is not my home, how can I ever feel at home here?" the sea lion asked. "You will, in time." The tortoise appeared to be squinting, his eyes a thin slit. "I have seen the sea!" "Yes. Come closer," whispered the tortoise, " and I will tell you a secret. I am not a tortoise. I am a sea turtle. But I left the sea of my own accord, many years ago, in search of better things. If you stay with me, I will tell you stories of my adventures."
The stories of the ancient tortoise were enchanting and soon cast their spell upon the sea lion. As weeks passed into months, his memory of the sea faded. "The desert," whispered the tortoise, "is all that is, or was, or ever will be." When the sun grew fierce and burned his skin, the sea lion would hide in the shade of the tree, listening to the tales woven by the tortoise. When the dry winds cracked his flippers and filled his eyes with dust, the sea lion would retreat to the water hole. And so the sea lion remained, living his days between water hole and tree. The sea no longer filled his dreams.
It was in May that the winds began to blow. The sea lion had grown used to wind, and at first he did not pay much heed at all. Years of desert life had taught him to turn his back in the direction from which the wind came and cover his eyes with his flippers, so that the dust would not get in. Eventually, the winds would always pass.
But not this time. Day and night it came, howling across the barren lands. There was nothing to stop its fury, nothing to even slow it down. For forty days and forty nights the wind blew. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. The sea lion lifted himself to have a look around. He could hardly believed his eyes.
Every single leaf had been stripped from his tree. The branches that remained, with only a twig or two upon them, looked like an old scarecrow. And I do not need to tell you that there was no longer any shade in which to hide. But worse than this, much worse indeed, was what the sea lion saw next.
The water hole was completely dry.
Three weeks after the wind ceased to blow, the sea lion had a dream. Now, as I told you before, there were other nights in which he had dreamed of the sea. But those were long ago and nearly forgotten. Even still, the ocean that filled his dreams this night was so beautiful and clear, so vast and deep, it was as if he were seeing it for the very first time. The sunlight glittered on its surface, and as he dived, the waters all around him shone like an emerald. If he swam quite deep, it turned to jade, cool and dark and mysterious. But he was never frightened, not at all. For I must tell you that in all his dreams of the sea, he never before found himself in the company of other sea lions. This night there were many, round about him, diving and turning, spinning and twirling. They were playing.
Oh, how he hated to wake from that wonderful dream. The tears running down his face were the first wet thing he had felt in three weeks. But he did not pause even to wipe them away, he did not pause, in fact, for anything at all. He set his face to the east, and he began to walk as best a sea lion can.
"Where are you going?" asked the tortoise.
"I am going to find the sea."
( The Journey of Desire)
Time to start.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Nothing makes sense! Everything is nonsense. All is vanity!
What does man gain by all the toil at which he toils under the sun?
People come, and people go, but still the world never changes.
All of life is far more boring than words could ever say. Our eyes and ears are never satisfied with what we see and hear.
What has been is what will be, and whats been done is what will be done, and there is nothing new under the sun.
For in much wisdom is much vexation, and he who increases knowledge increases sorrow.
What has a man from all the toil and striving of a heart with which he toils beneath the sun?
For all his days are full of sorrow, and his work is a vexation. Even in the night his heart does not rest. This also is vanity.
All go to one place. All are from the dust, and to dust all return.
For who knows what is good for man while he lives his few days of vain life, which he passes like shadow? For who can tell man what will be after him under the sun?
Sorrow is better than laughter, for by sadness of face the heart is made glad.
A sensible person mourns, but fools always laugh.
For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fools; this also is vanity.
Bits and pieces from here and there.
What does man gain by all the toil at which he toils under the sun?
People come, and people go, but still the world never changes.
All of life is far more boring than words could ever say. Our eyes and ears are never satisfied with what we see and hear.
What has been is what will be, and whats been done is what will be done, and there is nothing new under the sun.
For in much wisdom is much vexation, and he who increases knowledge increases sorrow.
What has a man from all the toil and striving of a heart with which he toils beneath the sun?
For all his days are full of sorrow, and his work is a vexation. Even in the night his heart does not rest. This also is vanity.
All go to one place. All are from the dust, and to dust all return.
For who knows what is good for man while he lives his few days of vain life, which he passes like shadow? For who can tell man what will be after him under the sun?
Sorrow is better than laughter, for by sadness of face the heart is made glad.
A sensible person mourns, but fools always laugh.
For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fools; this also is vanity.
Bits and pieces from here and there.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
My friend
Sometimes I wonder why I must know you. You can be a good friend sometimes and yet, on the other hand, you make people feel like shit. Sometimes you can be such a pain in the ass. You are a wonderful friend to be with, I know that deep down in my heart. But sometimes it seems that the words that are uttered out from your mouth just does not.... I feel intimidated and inferior... I am such a fool to get into this mess. It shouldn't have started, not at all!. What was I even thinking. Emotions are so powerful sometimes. No matter how smart or how sensible you are, it consumes you. No, maybe I should not have known you... I want to flee, flee from this place, flee from reality. RUN! The time will come....I may not see you anymore after 11, 12, 13 months? Hopefully, by that time these memories will fade away. No, I don't want to treasure it. It hurts more than it heals. Yes I know I won't see you anymore after this period of time. We will not contact each other, no keeping in touch business. Yes we will go on with our lives, seeking new friends, new company. Getting away from those boring ones. And now I'm saying this in advance, because I wont have the chance to say it when the time comes - Farewell my friend. It was nice knowing you.
Yet for eternity we may meet again.
Yet for eternity we may meet again.
Friday, December 5, 2008
sigh
sighsighsighsighsighsighsighsighsighsighsigh
sighsighsighsighsighsighsighsighsighsighsigh
sighsighsighsighsighsighsighsighsigh
Verse of the Day
Matthew 12 : 34
(second part of the verse)
Your words show what is in your hearts
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Guitar here I come.
sighsighsighsighsighsighsighsighsighsighsigh
sighsighsighsighsighsighsighsighsigh
Verse of the Day
Matthew 12 : 34
(second part of the verse)
Your words show what is in your hearts
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Guitar here I come.
Monday, December 1, 2008
I am so
annoyed. Sometimes it's just so hard to love people.(No I'm not talking about the gua cintalu lucinta gua I want to live with you forever you will always be in my heart type of love) Especially those that somehow keep insisting on driving you mad and frustrating you with their slander. I wonder why. What drives them to continue hurting people? It's only just 2 weeks after camp, and I am already feeling the strains, the burdens of fulfilling my pledge I made in camp. Not that I thought it was going to be easy. It will never be easy. Why must it be this person? Of all people, this orang. But I guess...........No I don't know what to guess. I'm just flabbergasted. I'm ANNOYED!! WAIIIIIIIIIIIIII!?!?!? WAIIIIIIIIII GOD WAIIIIIIIIIIII?!?!?!?!?!
Who am I to question God. Sigh.
(The first of many emo posts)
Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANIEL LEE!!!!!!! YOU SMELLY COW!!!!!! WOOOHOO
Who am I to question God. Sigh.
(The first of many emo posts)
Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANIEL LEE!!!!!!! YOU SMELLY COW!!!!!! WOOOHOO
Friday, November 28, 2008
some dumb random formula
hehehehehe
Study = No fail
No Study = Fail
Combine these two..
Study +No study = Fail+ No fail
Factorise..
Study( 1 + No) = Fail ( 1 + No)
Cancel (1 +No) and you get...
STUDY = FAIL!!!
So continue studying if you want to fail..................
Study = No fail
No Study = Fail
Combine these two..
Study +No study = Fail+ No fail
Factorise..
Study( 1 + No) = Fail ( 1 + No)
Cancel (1 +No) and you get...
STUDY = FAIL!!!
So continue studying if you want to fail..................
why?
Sigh. What is happening to the world? So much bloodshed, so much death. For those who don't know what is happening in India now, please start reading some news. Why?? Such madness. What drives people to commit these.......killings? Bali bombings, 9/11 suicide bombing, attack on former Pakistani prime minister Benazir Bhutto, acid attack on girls going to school and this latest attack. And here we are, partying, going to movies, lepak-ing. I realised I should not take the peace in Malaysia for granted. Free from bombings, shootings, riots.....maybe got some war of words between politicians, but that's within the parliament and newspapers only. Maybe the time will come where the word peace will not exist anymore. Maybe. Who knows? In spite of all these, we should take heart that God is in control of everything. Things will work out the way He has planned. We will never know how, for His thoughts are more than the grains of sand on the beach, His wisdom far beyond any human understanding.
Thank you Lord for the suasana yang aman dan damai in Malaysia. Help us not to take it for granted but continue to live in harmony with one another.
Thank you Lord for the suasana yang aman dan damai in Malaysia. Help us not to take it for granted but continue to live in harmony with one another.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
just one of those feelings
That's it. The first signs of emo-ness is coming. I can feel it. And I'm not proud of it. Quite annoyed and frustrated. Just drives my mind crazy, rendering me unable to think properly and rationally.
When you plan to read. You delay and delay and delay. Eventually you start, but you just can't focus.
When you sms people, finding someone to kacau or ask questions, but no one replies you.
When you go online, hoping to meet friends online so you can talk to them and drive your loneliness away, but no one seems to be online or maybe busy/away/be right back.
When you meet friends online, in your heart you cry out "Hooray!! So and so is online!! I can talk to him/her." But in the end there's no reply.
When you listen to music and try enjoy it, but there's noise around all the time.
When you open your Itunes a dozen times but it closes all the time for no apparent reason.
When from listening to music, you try to make it, but somehow you fail terribly.
When you feel like smashing your guitar to bits because you know you can play better, but currently you are playing like kanasai.
When you feel like playing pc/ps2 games, but you feel you shouldn't because you've already played for 3 hours.
When you go online all the time, hoping to do something beneficial, but in the end you end up doing retarded stuff like facebooking/blogging/checking out pictures/finding guitar tabs which are always inaccurate.
When you wish you could be like other people, who seems to be doing something all the time.
When before the holidays, you plan to JAM YOUR ASS OFF! But in the end nothing happens.
Walauwei why my life so sad one.
Enough of this crap. Let's get to something funnier. I stole this from my brother's blog. Actually it was a comment made by his friend, and I think it's funny. If you're a Malaysian, you should understand better.
Legend has it that George Washington, America's first president, chopped down a cherry tree in his youth. George gives the tree a good swing and chops it down with an axe. His father sees the damaged tree and asks his son if he knows who did it. George is quoted bravely admitting the truth :-
'I can't tell a lie Pa; you know I can't tell a lie. I did cut it with my axe.'
This is a satire of how Malaysian politicians circa 2008 may have reacted to this question.
PM Badawi -
I did not cut down a tree, I was just taking a nap underneath it
Najib -
I swear that I have never MET that tree
Hishamuddin -
...but I only own a keris, how to cut down the tree
Dr. M -
Apa nama cherry tree, I chopped it down because, I don't like the idea of Pak Lah sleeping under it.
Chua Soi Lek-
Yes it was me, I resign as a caretaker of this orchard
VK Lingam-
It could have been me, it might have been me but I don't think its' me
Anwar Ibrahim-
I DID NOT do it, and I'm not giving any DNA samples to you.
Khir Toyo-
The new state government should just trim the grass and not waste time asking who cut down the tree
Ahmad Said ( Terrenganu MB)-
I chopped it because cherry trees are most expensive to maintain than durian trees.
Azalina Othman -
The cherry tree is not included under my tourism MOU so I chopped it down. Besides there were unauthorised signboards put up around the tree.
Shabery Cheek -
I challenge you to a debate on tree cutting
Samy Vellu-
I chopped it because HINDRAF members were using it as a meeting point
Wira Ali Rustam -
We have planted durian trees for 50 years and we will plant them for another 50 years, we do not need cherry trees, apple trees, pear trees and all these other foreign trees.
Rais Yatim -
You must see the bigger picture. Ahmad said cherry trees are expensive to maintain.
Ali Rustam said that is against our national identity and I needed to test my new axe, so you see- it's a win-win situation.
Sharir Samad-
I cut the tree because we could no longer afford to subsidise it.
Karpal Singh-
The bigfoot creature did it.
Bung Mokhtar-
The big monkey did it
Khairy Jamaluddin -
I did not do it, neither did the mat rempits. By the way, what's a cherry tree?
Lim Kit Siang -
In response to Khairy - cherry tree you also dunno. you are an insult to oxford.
Nazri Aziz -
Racist, racist, racist. When we cut down durian trees nobody made a fuss.
Malaysian citizens-
Oh for heaven's sake! Somebody plant something before we starve to death!
Monday, November 24, 2008
walk the talk?
I can't stop thinking about the camp. About all the stuff the speaker said. Stuff that sent my mind reeling and thinking. Stuff that challenged me to be a so-called better person, a better friend, a better christian. During one of the talks, he mentioned something about worship. Do we really mean it when we sing songs of worship, of praise and adoration? Do we ponder on the lyrics of the song, making sure that the worship is really meaningful worship, and not just empty singing ? Can we walk the talk? ( I mean singing lah)
Take a look at the bridge of the song Hosanna by Hillsongs:
Heal my heart and make it clean
Open up my eyes to the things I see
Show me how to love like you have loved me
Break my heart for what breaks Yours
Everything I have for Your kingdom come
As I walk from earth into eternity
Such a nice song, with powerful and strong lyrics. Lately, I have been wondering, when I sing this song, do I really mean what I sing? Do I have such strong faith to be able to say that "Lord, break my heart for what breaks Yours"? Can I endure the pain, shame, abuses, agony that Jesus went through for me? "Everything I have for Your kingdom come". Am I ready to sacrifice all I have now, to God? Am I ready to give up all my posessions, things that I treasure so much? Am I ready to give up my life for Him?
Another song by Hillsongs, it's called Everyday :
Everyday
It's You I live for
Everyday
I follow after You
Everyday
I walk with You my Lord
It's You I live for everyday (x3)
It's quite obvious, isn't it? "It's You I live for everyday". A simple statement, but soooo hard to follow. God remembers everything we say. Everyday, every moment, every single thing we do, do we put God in the picture? Do we glorify God in our actions, thoughts, talks? When we fail to do something, ok maybe not we, but I, silently curse in my heart. Is my life pleasing to God? Susah sangat.
Don't get me wrong here. I'm not trying to restrict worship. I'm not saying that the song is bad. In fact, the song is good. (Hillsongs wei!!) I'm not trying to judge people too. If I were to judge, I would judge myself, because I have so many flaws. But the point that I'm trying to justify is, when we sing these songs, I feel that we must understand the true essence of the song, to put this worship to action. If we keep singing blankly without really applying it, what good does it do to us? Isn't our worship an empty one?
Aaah, headache already.
(If I offended anyone here, I sincerely apologise. It was never my intention to do so. I'm just trying to express my views since I have a blog!)
Take a look at the bridge of the song Hosanna by Hillsongs:
Heal my heart and make it clean
Open up my eyes to the things I see
Show me how to love like you have loved me
Break my heart for what breaks Yours
Everything I have for Your kingdom come
As I walk from earth into eternity
Such a nice song, with powerful and strong lyrics. Lately, I have been wondering, when I sing this song, do I really mean what I sing? Do I have such strong faith to be able to say that "Lord, break my heart for what breaks Yours"? Can I endure the pain, shame, abuses, agony that Jesus went through for me? "Everything I have for Your kingdom come". Am I ready to sacrifice all I have now, to God? Am I ready to give up all my posessions, things that I treasure so much? Am I ready to give up my life for Him?
Another song by Hillsongs, it's called Everyday :
Everyday
It's You I live for
Everyday
I follow after You
Everyday
I walk with You my Lord
It's You I live for everyday (x3)
It's quite obvious, isn't it? "It's You I live for everyday". A simple statement, but soooo hard to follow. God remembers everything we say. Everyday, every moment, every single thing we do, do we put God in the picture? Do we glorify God in our actions, thoughts, talks? When we fail to do something, ok maybe not we, but I, silently curse in my heart. Is my life pleasing to God? Susah sangat.
Don't get me wrong here. I'm not trying to restrict worship. I'm not saying that the song is bad. In fact, the song is good. (Hillsongs wei!!) I'm not trying to judge people too. If I were to judge, I would judge myself, because I have so many flaws. But the point that I'm trying to justify is, when we sing these songs, I feel that we must understand the true essence of the song, to put this worship to action. If we keep singing blankly without really applying it, what good does it do to us? Isn't our worship an empty one?
Aaah, headache already.
(If I offended anyone here, I sincerely apologise. It was never my intention to do so. I'm just trying to express my views since I have a blog!)
A start!
So after much thinking and harassing from my friends, I finally decided to start blogging.
Hello everybody!!! My name is Matthew Lee. (as if you guys dont know) To tell you the truth, I really dont know how to start this blog. Actually I didnt want to blog, because I simply just can't think of anything to write, and I could actually spend this time doing other stuff ( guitar, reading, games). But it's holidays anyway, so why not?
Yeahhhh, I think people like hannan and mariel will laugh at me now...
Just got back from NSCFL camp. It was awesome! Everything was fun (and funny)! The people, officers, speakers. It was really amazing to be able to meet so many brothers and sisters in Christ all around Malaysia. The games was cool, although my group lost in almost every game and never won any. And there was this presentation thing, we were supposed to compose a song. Hahahah and a guy from my group nearly had his pants fall off! It was hilarious. Ok maybe I shouldn't have said this, in case the guy somehow finds this blog, he will kill me. But most importantly, this camp has drawn me closer to God. The talks at night by Ps. Michael Williams really challenged me and set my mind thinking. I got to experience God in this camp, something which I had been longing all this while but never really got to. Thank you SU for organising this camp! What a pity I can't go next year anymore, SPM...sigh...
It's so sad to leave everyone, even though I didnt really make many friends. And now I'm stuck at home, BLOGGING.
This sucks. I can't get use to the sudden silence at home. All the noise from the campers is gone, I dont think I will be able to meet up with the campers anymore. This is why I hate going camps sometimes. You go there, happy happy gembira gembira, make friends...hang out with them, go crazy with them, then suddenly it's time to balik kampung. And most of the time its 90% you won't be able to see them anymore. But I guess it's what you learn from the camp that is most important. And apply it in your daily life.
Ok lah. Talk to much already. Time to go. Ciao
Hello everybody!!! My name is Matthew Lee. (as if you guys dont know) To tell you the truth, I really dont know how to start this blog. Actually I didnt want to blog, because I simply just can't think of anything to write, and I could actually spend this time doing other stuff ( guitar, reading, games). But it's holidays anyway, so why not?
Yeahhhh, I think people like hannan and mariel will laugh at me now...
Just got back from NSCFL camp. It was awesome! Everything was fun (and funny)! The people, officers, speakers. It was really amazing to be able to meet so many brothers and sisters in Christ all around Malaysia. The games was cool, although my group lost in almost every game and never won any. And there was this presentation thing, we were supposed to compose a song. Hahahah and a guy from my group nearly had his pants fall off! It was hilarious. Ok maybe I shouldn't have said this, in case the guy somehow finds this blog, he will kill me. But most importantly, this camp has drawn me closer to God. The talks at night by Ps. Michael Williams really challenged me and set my mind thinking. I got to experience God in this camp, something which I had been longing all this while but never really got to. Thank you SU for organising this camp! What a pity I can't go next year anymore, SPM...sigh...
It's so sad to leave everyone, even though I didnt really make many friends. And now I'm stuck at home, BLOGGING.
This sucks. I can't get use to the sudden silence at home. All the noise from the campers is gone, I dont think I will be able to meet up with the campers anymore. This is why I hate going camps sometimes. You go there, happy happy gembira gembira, make friends...hang out with them, go crazy with them, then suddenly it's time to balik kampung. And most of the time its 90% you won't be able to see them anymore. But I guess it's what you learn from the camp that is most important. And apply it in your daily life.
Ok lah. Talk to much already. Time to go. Ciao
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