it was a new experience. really plesant one though. =)

inaugural meeting. interesting lovely project we've got there going on. i mean it. and that you chose to include me in it, i'm honoured. thank you.

makan was yummy as usual. not to mention healthy too. heheh.

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it's off to arab street this morning. yay i get to spend time with you. =)

so much happened, so much happening.
but i'm lagging with updates, both on my blog and in my journal.
reading and writing are 2 simple pleasures i miss.
bought a new book. hope to re-start the cold reading engine.
and to shift up the gear on writing once again.
it's beendragging on for too long.

"i don't remember being sad sad once in all this while. i've been sad cause you were sad, i've been sad cause i was worried for you, i've been sad cause i've been worried about us, and i've been sad cause of those around us. but i've been happy with you. i have."

unity and peace

comes not with consensus on what's right or wrong, but rather with each and every soul willing to be wrong first, that we might revisit the issue with a softer approach such that strife and dissension may be avoided.

to absorb without holding grudges.
something i've learnt in theory before, something i learnt today in practical. twice.

it hurt, but yes, i'll take it. and maybe someday when the need arises, i'll let you know.

with that aside, i've decided either to re-pick up either the guitar or the keyboard. which will it be? that's all there is left to decide upon.

lovely and precious you are..

i hope the day had cheered you up.
you asked why we bothered with the morning stunt, i could in all honesty tell you we both simply wanted to see you smile, and we hoped to be there in this period of which we know has been painful.
we love you. i know that, and i know you do to.

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1988.
1 x 2Gb high-speed card.
1 x 1Gb high-speed card.
1 x Lowepro bag that stores up to 4 lenses including the body.
1 x tripod
1 x software that would be useful for sorting photos, i don't need it for editing, i've got photoshop.

but i think i'll pay this price: patience.

children.. officers.. and love ones.

boys and girls have to at some point in time understand that their emotional attachment to people or favourite hobbies are but themselves learning to understand and accept that they were created to be feeling beings, and that these feelings were put in them to express their love for the one who put them there; God. it's only beyond this point that boys and girls, mature to be men and women; children of God.

come what may, in friendship and love, so long we understand that although the perfect is an unattainable benchmark, trying to get there is what makes it all worthwhile. friends, thank you for being yourselves, and i thank God for you.

have spoken quite a bit to ky, hope that the next time i meet him, i can bring news of positive updates, and that we would continue to learn from each other, as iron sharpens iron.

ops orders were meant to be carried out, not questioned.

kickoff; touchdown

i do not play, watch, or appreciate NFL.

stepped in and saved the day, but once again i say amen and it's still raining you never left my side..... though my heart is torn, i'll praise you in this storm...

the wee hours of 3rd march marked many things for me.
i don't remember crying in the past... i lost count.
strength in crying.. it's interesting and foreign to me at this point to me.
those are things i don't know.
things i know, i don't like this cynicsm.
i do not appreciate that i am capable of such bitterness.
i agree that it's not right to be skeptical just cause i'm hurt.
and it doesn't hurt that much to go down on knees to apologise, it's just getting real with yourself.

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Alphonsues, Brenda and Charlene are from my church. i love them.
Robyn, Sarah and Timothy are from this church. i don't hate them, i find it really easy to disregard their existence at this point in time.
my church... is... this church.
so why the difference?

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the above was an illustration, and has got no bearing on any characters living or dead.

all aspects i look at it with the 2 decades i've had on earth, whether math or scientifically, logically or even emotionally, i'm unable to mark out the black and white.
whether like a butcher with his cleaver that severs bone from cartilage, or a neuro-surgeon with his scalpel dissecting flesh from tissue, i cannot find that definite line where to lay the blade.
and i've realised why.
because beneath all that's made by Him, runs His blood, and for that, in all differences, there is grounds for similarity.
you are my family.
i cannot hate you, i must not.
Lord, help me learn this truth.

kickoff was when Life was breathed into us, the game ends and the stadium empties the day He comes home. the game that goes on, is one with panting, blood, sweat, tears, a broken jaw or two, one too many fractured bones, and stress to our bodies. Every now and then the Referee calls a foul, or which one side would cheer, and the other would swear. at the end of each touchdown, there's a side that wins, and the other that loses. which would we all be when the floodlights go out?

pain is but one of the many gifts from God

he said pain is good, cause it helps you remember you're still alive.

it was true, cause i know i'm alive and kicking, as you are breathing and living.

so real, and yet so real.

we're in this together, like it or not, but i'm guessing to a great extent you do, since we're in this together =p

and for what it's worth, i do love you.

thank you all

thank you.
thank you.
thank you.
thank you.
thank you.

thank you all for the lovely small round cake, the huge brown heart with my name on it, the bag (it rocks by the way, Feri fits in in perfectly) for the companionship over dinner, the friendship, and the love you've all shared.

it's 5 thank you's up there, one for each of you, and the last THANK YOU goes to the biggie up there, who's given this all to us. i really hope the dinner i chose to buy you all instead of going dutch would ease you all up on eating toilet paper and drinking water. -hugs-

on the day i'm king, i get to iron your shirt for you.

i'm thankful for that experience.

i hope to go through certain experiences, but they'll only comme to past when they do.

i'll just keep praying.

things and people to keep in prayer - that list keeps growing.

and who ever said this world was a peaceful one?


no.
no it isn't.
no it ain't.
period.

renevatio

rebirth

i re-powered up the lifebook after what seemed like eons, and it's where i'm padding out this entry.

thank you all for the birthday wishes.

i'm choosing to believe it's a happy day cause i'm king. at least for today.