We rode into town the other day,
just me and my Daddy.
He said I'd finally reached that age,
and I could ride next to him on a horse
that of course was not quite as wide.
We heard a crowd of people shouting
and so we stopped to find out why.
There was that man that my dad said he loved,
but today there was fear in his eyes.
So I said
"Daddy, why are they screaming?
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why is he dressed in that bright purple robe?
I bet that crown hurts him more than he shows.
Daddy, please, can't you do something?
He looks as if he's going to cry.
You said he was stronger than all of those guys.
Daddy please tell me why -
why does everyone want him to die?"
Later that day the sky grew cloudy
and daddy said I should go inside.
Somehow he knew things would get stormy,
boy was he right but I could not keep from wondering
if there was something that he had to hide.
So after he left I had to find out,
I was not afraid of getting lost.
So I followed the crowds
to a hill where I knew men had been killed.
And I heard a voice come from a cross
And it said
"Father why are they screaming?
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why are they casting their lots for my clothes?
This crown of thorns hurts me more than it shows.
Father please can't you do something?
I know that you must hear my cry.
I thought I could handle a cross of this size.
Father remind me why -
why does everyone want me to die?
When will I understand why?"
My precious Son, I hear them screaming.
I'm watching the face of the enemy beaming
but soon I will clothe you in robes of my own.
Jesus, this hurts me much more than you know.
But this dark hour I must do nothing.
I've heard your unbearable cry.
The power in your blood destroys all the lies,
soon you'll see past their unmerciful eyes.
Look there below, see the child
trembling by her father's side.
Now I can tell you why,
she is why you must die.
"Turn your eyes upon Jesus
look full in his wonderful face
and the things of the earth will grow strangely dim
in the light of His glory and grace""When I look into Your holiness
When I gaze into Your loveliness
When all things that surround me become shadow
in the light of You"
It's unbelievable how a tee-shirt endorsement can escalate into a major
blogger movement in a matter of days.
Okay, for people who don't really concern themselves with other bloggers, there's this I'm-too-sexy-for-my-blog viral-rave on the loose in our blogging community. Swing by flickr and you'll be surprised how many bloggers responded to the call and posted pictures of themselves in the supposedly sexy pose.
Very interesting, indeed.
[Well, I may be a camera-whore, but I look ugly sticking out my tongue.
Alright - I look ugly, with or without my tongue hanging out - can?]
I was stumped by the sudden rush of concerned enquiries when my MSN display nick read
If you believe in love at first sight, you never stop looking.
Okay, it's just a silly display nick, which I like to change every three minutes.
It's not controversial, it's just an opinion worth prolly one and a half cents.
And if you thought by saying this, I am all for 'love at first sight', I pray you get out of my circle of acquaintance.
Now.
Intolerable! Intolerable!
I have little patience with presumptuous people. Presumptuous meaning they are wilful, attention-seeking and/or plain annoying, a fatal combination of which will make these people presume they are unique, cute or even lovable. Unfortunately, I seem to have an affinity with them. In fact, I am surrounded - no, beseiged - by them.
Now, do I learn to be more patient or start being an obnoxious anti-socialite?
I prefer the latter, naturally.
I do realise it is wrong, thank you for reminding me.
My incredulous looks and biting sarcasm (which has little effect outside of school) need to cease.
Seeing blank faces is not much of a gratifying response anyway.
And guess what?
The mouldy days are about to start again.
Goody!
Mark my words.
I am a l-o-u-s-y friend.
I am difficult and bothersome.
I never have enough time for you.
I am a kvetch, a moron.
I spew words sweep like hailstorms; saltwater like tidals.
I am high-strung, O so annoying.
I am the camel whose back was broken by a straw.
I. Naggy. Greedy.
I. The fishmonger.
It's all about I, revolving around I, only I.
"Hello, God? It's me, Your Servant. - "
" - I'm all of a dither now, Lord! I run to You in times of need. I know You
hear my heart's desires. I know You are always true to Your words, too. You
promised the Holy Spirit as my Comforter, so I pray the same for her now. I am
but Your humble servant, but will You heed my cry tonight? Will You take away
our fear?
We are caught totally unaware. What can she do? What can
I possibly do?
Her anxiety cannot be a solo: I will always love
her, because I love You, O God. And I love You, because You first loved me...
and that my soul knows very well. "
Oh, what galore!
Expelling extremely excruciating ennui,
I am all wrung.All ye sharp-tongued homosapiens,
hold thy venemous words.
Why, see!
I am under scrutiny of a bloody, glistening apex of death.
Know it is the sword from my sheath.
So, it's the end of Gums 'N' Roses (for now).
We are all spiralling steadily into dejection, amidst a scurry of our submission of proposal essays, flash assignments and radio capsules.
Or was it the status quo, merely brought into light?
Liswanto is so nice.
I feel bad for always making him stay back to install macromedia for me.
I still am in denial regarding his cousin being Sammi Cheng.
For the exception, JLo was speaking the truth.
JLo has been ultra nice too.
Well, it is the last two weeks of this semester and first year.
HuBiaQuaTinNa are all feeling pretty awful because of that.
I hope I can get the Poetry and Drama IS module next sem.
(Oh Lord, please help me.)
It will be Desmond Wee again, and he is just such a cool lecturer.
Therefore, I must demonstrate the full-spirit of kiasuism when it comes to enrolment on NPalNet.
At this point, I shall end off by apologizing to the victims of MHA.
You guys have been unknowingly bombed, yet still have been so nice about it.
I have to say so many thank you(s) to so many people,
I guess that will come befitting at the end of the semester.
That will be when we shall all gather and weep in unison.
A sneak preview first -
And to raba raba rabia sakura (!):
yes, I am extremely greedy.
I eat alot and shall balloon up with pride.
Do I get a distinction for being Little Miss Greedy?
And to Hoooooooooood-a!:
You love me! ... and everyone else ):
But nobody can steal Lissy away from you, dahling.
Can I please have his cousin, Sammi Cheng, instead?
Now, it's time to have a lil fun with my Johnny-with-the-broken-neck.
There are no such things as a breather or a break.
(Damn those kit-kat commercials)
There can only be unjustifiable tempers and endless fatigue.
So just let my eyelids flutter in simmered drowsiness, my
body collapse, and my mind slip into the long-awaited sweet unknowing .