Friday, November 30, 2007

Fustrated!

WHERE'S MY MICHELLE BRANCH'S ALBUM?!

I've SEARCHED my whole entire room and I still can't find it!

SIGH.

CRAP. -_-

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Where's Hotel Paper?!

I think I lost Michelle Branch's "Hotel Paper".
Crap. -_-"
Another album is lost.
And I can't burnt it to my com.

Monday, November 26, 2007

18

Yeah I just turned 18 three days ago. Oh how time flies.
Its just a blink of an eye, and I'm 18.
Its as if I was just a primary school kid yesterday playing with my Gameboy and that Digimon thingy.
And, now I'm a tertiary student interacting with computers for almost an entire day in school.
How ironic.

Well, I received really some c0ol presents from my cg and classmates.
My cg gave me a really AWESOME t-shirt from Zara!
But I've gotta do some daring task before I can get my gift.
I don't really know where did I got the courage from to do those daring task.
They also made for me a really c0ol looking Man U card!
Man, they are so creative.
Yeah it was fun altogether, and thank you guys for the card, treat and the t-shirt!
And...
My classmates gave me a really ROCKing belt!
Its such a complete match with the music that I listen to, but...(*SCROLL DOWN)
Thank you C171!
Let's WIN all the trophies this friday man!

Oh! Something happened when the clock strikes at the stroke of 12am, November 24th 2007.
I was actually carrying drums and UDMs after my performance with Strikeforce! Man, that's so c0ol and fun!
I'm not being sarcastic here. I really enjoying performing!
It would be c0oler if I'm performing halfway and the clock strikes at 12am. Haha.

Ok. Last but not least, say: "iPod".
(*Sorry for being so random here)
No prizes for guessing who bought it for me.

(*SCROLL HERE)
I wanna be more inspired have more exposure to all genres of music.
I don't really wanna stuck at the same old genre again and again.

Alright, I shall end here.
Till then, peace out.

Red is the new Black.

Monday, November 19, 2007

60

This is my 60th post since the creation of my blog.

My laptop operates slower than a snail. Well, I guess I need to uninstall some useless programs in my laptop -_-.

Okay I shall continue to do my work in the school's library and have fun with it.

Till then.

Peace out.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Down, Set, Go

I blogged just for today...

Yeah okay.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

A Love So Pure

Always did it on my own then one day I realized
I was blind, nothing I could do on my own
Turn, we have found a way to see, look up... feel the Almighty
Take control as we gaze into Your eyes
We're just the tool You use to bring this world to You
Oh, Lord, how we love You
With Your grace, take away the hurt and the bruises inside,
Reach down let Your glory reside
The cross carried for all of us, paint the image in my mind
So I will never think I am something,
But nothing am I but You, You are something
Lord You keep me alive, You give me rest at night
When there seems no way to find calmness in the storm
You come and take me in Your arms
And then the waves drown me no more
With You I'll last this battle and many others
Through the ages Your name will reign forever...
Never to be replaced
In these trials I face, I pray You humble me
Humble me I want to be like You Jesus
More and more like you
I was crucified on that day with Christ
Nailing You there with sin, accepting You
I nailed my soul to the cross and now my life begins
This world so cold but Your love keeps me warm
My Father holds me in His nailed scarred hands
Which I put there
But for some reason He still loves me with all His heart
Even through I betray Him constantly
He always keeps His arms open waiting,
Till I give up my old was
God my Father,
You are the only One that can give me comfort
You touch my heart in such a way that
All I can do is cry Your name
Jesus Christ I love You
My heart aches for your love

814 Stops Today

Make this moment last like the deepest sleep you never wanted to leave.

Monday, November 5, 2007

To Whom It May Concern

So hold your head up high and know it's not the end of the road
Walk down this beaten path before you pack your things and head home
At the end of the road you'll find what you've been longing for
I know 'cause my feet have the scars to show
I was lost with vague direction and no place to call home
It's time for you to press on
This is not your war
Set your sights to North and press on
This is not your escape
Wash away what they thought of you
Because in this place, we're all as good as dead
End cycle...
Behind the mask you'll find yourself alone
It's not the end of road for you

Saturday, November 3, 2007

The Impact Of Reason

Prop open the door I can actually see my breath tonight
But that doesn't mean I'm breathing
Crack a smile just for the sake of it
This could take a while
A long while
Silence is golden especially in this case
I'm not too sure that I want it to be this way
Open mouth closed eyes
No words are escaping
It's all a blur
It's too dark to see
Ain't it pretty the way it streaks together at night
Together at night
I think its time to turn around
I really want to go home tonight
I think its time t turn around
I really want to go home tonight
I feel like this is going nowhere
I feel like this is going nowhere
Try to think of something quick
And trust the direction of the driver
No lights
No signs
I'm at a loss for words
No lights
No signs
I'm at a loss for words
Now conversation sparks
What an easy way to break the ice
Now conversation sparks
What an easy way to break the ice

Thursday, November 1, 2007

That seed

At the backyard of my house,
You came in,
With that small pot of seeds,
You hand them all to me,
Asking me to water them,
I thought I hesitated for awhile,
But You gave me Your assurance,

You told me that it will take awhile,
Because those seeds doesn't grow overnight,
But I'll continue to water them,
Hoping that they will grow eventually,
I'm ready,
I'm ready to wait,
I'm ready to trust.

Hoping for those seeds to grow,
That they will beautify my backyard,
And people will be so amazed,
That they stand in awe,
Looking at what You have done.


The most simplest thing to do, is always the most difficult.