Thursday, November 25, 2010

Lately I didn't feel like blogging because I don't seem to have an "feelings" for the events around me. Just when I thought life was uneventful, thought-evoking events just appears again.

Just today, I came out from the lift just to see 4 boys no older than the age of 12. They acted like a bunch of fail-to-be Ah Bengs whom kept staring at me as I walked past them. Obviously, the natural thing to do is to look back at the person who is looking at you, and that was what I did. To my surprise, one of them (the fattest one) called out to me while pointing at his puny-sized friend saying, "Eh, this guy wants your number leh!"So I looked at that small guy as I walked away, shaking my head in disbelief.

To think about it, the nerve of kids these days. It makes you wonder what's going through their mind. Little people who have yet to graduate from primary school thinking about how to court girls and such. It's ridiculous. Plus, they're no taller than me. And the puny guy? He was only as tall as my shoulders.
This bunch of kiddos not much older than the group of children whom I've interacted with in my PW, but why are they so different?
It scares me to think about how this world have changed. Why are there so many abortions? So many cases of STDs among teenagers nowadays? What has caused this change of mindset? Have people really matured earlier? Or is it that they thought they are already matured?
Is that why people have been searching for love in all the wrong places? Trying to get company so as to make one feel better? - It's crazy.

I'm glad that I'm older than those bunch of boys, if not I might have been scared just like how I was scared by the Ah Beng's whistling and the calling incident. There's a need to be on guard at all times. Therefore peeps, be careful. Move away from the person if he makes you uncomfortable and punch him in the face if he continues to get fresh with you; unless he's your boyfriend duh.
(I mean it depends too, you don't want your boyfriend to get too fresh with you too right?-but I'm not asking you to punch him!)

Anyway, moral of story. I'm thinking too much. But I think what I've just wrote makes a lot of sense too. In Crescent, I was sheltered from the rest of the world. Now, everything is an eye opener to me.
Suddenly, the world doesn't just revolve around me, my friends and NC.
Suddenly, the world seemed like a cold, harsh foreign place.

7:35 AM



Sunday, November 14, 2010

Many times I've been asking myself why did I land myself up in this school. For I'll be faced with the immense stress of constantly striving to not be at the bottom. I hated to think about how monotonous the life people there experiences and I dreaded to be part of it.

But now I thank God. Thank God that He has placed many good friends in my life. Thankful that He has sent angels into my life. God has never abandoned me. He has plans for me already. Great plans that I can't wait to find out what they are. I'm really glad that I'm in my class. It certainly makes everything more bearable. It's been the best class I've ever had so far, I hope our friendship will not end even when JC life comes to an end next year.
Easier said to forget then to really do it. Foolish heart.
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God you're amazing. God you're good.
God you love me and the world so much.
God teach me how to love You
and teach me how to love others;
Just as you have loved me.

Heal my heart and make it clean.
Open up my eyes to the things unseen.
Show me how to love like you have love me.

Break my heart for what breaks Yours.
Everything I am for Your kingdom's cause.
As I walk from earth into eternity.

~Hosanna in the Highest~

7:46 AM



Monday, November 1, 2010

Red spots keep appearing on my body as if it was a punishment for the grave sin I've committed.
Maybe I really deserved it. Yet no amount of red spots on me could be sufficient to offset the mistake I've made.

First you feel numb, then you feel like crying. Somehow, nothing is coming out. There is only emptiness inside you. You sit and stare into space. You wonder if everything is gonna be okay.

Guilt, shame, remorse sinks in. You know you can't hide it anymore.

Killer words stabs your heart again. This time it hurts even more.

So you hide yourself in your room. Lay on the bed staring into space. Time passes, you're still foolishly staring. Night falls, still looking.

"What could she be doing?" you ask.

"Maybe, just maybe. A glimmer of hope may appear amidst all these darkness." she answers.

What could I be hoping for?
Who am I trying to kid?
How is hope still possible?
Where could it be?
Why am I still searching?

I don't care about what others think.
I care about what you think.

1:40 AM