Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Impressions
this week has just been a dramatic week for people all around me. know of 2 persons whose immediate family members are seriously ill and may pass away in just a matter of hours. my thoughts go out to them, especially thoughts of salvation, as we see them breathing their last, and also conscious of the facts as believers of the christian faith, where our relatives who have not received Jesus are going. it pains me, and everyone else involved. there's been a change to the music palate that has been with me the past decade. once hooked on smashing pumpkins and the like, i have come to realise that the fellow brothers of the faith are also listening to all these songs from all kinds of artists and not just Hillsongs music, though i do have friends who only swear by hillsongs and hillsongs alone. i'm not feeling depressive, melancholic or anything. perhaps that is why the inspiration to write is not there anymore, music and prose are the only ways that i can express myself intellectually compared to speaking for many others. while many people are bent on coming up with smarty pants slogans, it's actually an art to keep things simplistic while capturing one's attention. if anyone's reading this, please just keep the bull on the dining table, if u know what i mean. i'm jobless right now, and kinda wasting away at home. yet, the sense of urgency that prevades the past year has disappeared. i have absoultely no idea why is that so. it cannot be the savings that i have, but what remains to be seen. i have a dream, a big dream, a dream so big that only God can fulfill it. turning ordinary Joes like me and you into people of destiny. people that can shape this earth into something else that isn't here yet. most likely people will call me daft if i bring up the dream. i shall keep it to myself and work towards this dream of mine. perhaps i'll be a businessman after all, since first choice of a soldiering life has gone to the waste. i wish i can write how i used to write. but am i that tortuted anymore or haunted by the vivid memories? i still wouldnt really want to talk to cyn till now. i'll go out of my way to avoid her. y? i wonder too. it's just too much bad feelings on my side. i guess that's abt it for this post. i'll start to write again inside here as it's the most convenient of all mediums right now.
Impressions
this week has just been a dramatic week for people all around me. know of 2 persons whose immediate family members are seriously ill and may pass away in just a matter of hours. my thoughts go out to them, especially thoughts of salvation, as we see them breathing their last, and also conscious of the facts as believers of the christian faith, where our relatives who have not received Jesus are going. it pains me, and everyone else involved. there's been a change to the music palate that has been with me the past decade. once hooked on smashing pumpkins and the like, i have come to realise that the fellow brothers of the faith are also listening to all these songs from all kinds of artists and not just Hillsongs music, though i do have friends who only swear by hillsongs and hillsongs alone. i'm not feeling depressive, melancholic or anything. perhaps that is why the inspiration to write is not there anymore, music and prose are the only ways that i can express myself intellectually compared to speaking for many others. while many people are bent on coming up with smarty pants slogans, it's actually an art to keep things simplistic while capturing one's attention. if anyone's reading this, please just keep the bull on the dining table, if u know what i mean. i'm jobless right now, and kinda wasting away at home. yet, the sense of urgency that prevades the past year has disappeared. i have absoultely no idea why is that so. it cannot be the savings that i have, but what remains to be seen. i have a dream, a big dream, a dream so big that only God can fulfill it. turning ordinary Joes like me and you into people of destiny. people that can shape this earth into something else that isn't here yet. most likely people will call me daft if i bring up the dream. i shall keep it to myself and work towards this dream of mine. perhaps i'll be a businessman after all, since first choice of a soldiering life has gone to the waste. i wish i can write how i used to write. but am i that tortuted anymore or haunted by the vivid memories? i still wouldnt really want to talk to cyn till now. i'll go out of my way to avoid her. y? i wonder too. it's just too much bad feelings on my side. i guess that's abt it for this post. i'll start to write again inside here as it's the most convenient of all mediums right now.
