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Who am I? That the bright and morning star, Would choose to light the way, For my ever wandering heart.
I am a flower quickly fading, Here today and gone tomorrow, A wave tossed in the ocean, A vapor in the wind. Still you hear me when I'm calling, Lord, you catch me when I'm falling, And you've told me who I am. I am yours. I am yours.

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Sunday, April 22, 2007

Wandering mind of a bored, urban girl

Sitting in a room with no airy windows.
The air-con's blowing loud and cold.
People's voices ring through the crib.
Allowing minds to drift.

Newsroom practices, theories with relativity.
Conservative or Liberal politics?
Freedom, Freedom, oh where are you?
Shoots...
How boring...

Chaos would be nice.
Scratch the government, scratch stupid theories and ideologies.
Scratch communication and the dumb-set internet.
Scratch journalists and raging wars.
Live the life of "do-as-you-please."
.
Impossible.

Back to rooms with smells of dirty marker pens.
Back to congested classes and small tables.
Back to waking up at seven for eight o'clock lessons.
Back to living life, "just-as-it-is."


~1:02 am


Choices never seem to be,
The paths that one will strive to key.
With times a-changing
and lives revolving,
Ah.
Change.


~1:00 am

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Jesus paid it all

...and I'm so glad he did.

I hear the Savior say,
“Thy strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in Me thine all in all.”

Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain
He washed it white as snow

Lord now indeed I find
Thy power and Thine alone
Can change the lepers spots
And melt the heart of stone

Jesus paid it all
All to Him I owe;
My sin had left this crimson stain
He washed it white as snow

It’s washed away
All my sin
And all my shame

And when before the throne
I stand in Him complete,
"Jesus died my soul to save,"
My lips shall still repeat

Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.

Sin had left a crimson stain
He washed it white as snow

O praise the One who paid my debt
And raised this life up from the dead

We’ll praise the One who paid my debt
And raised this life up from the dead

Passion Worship Band: Everything Glorious 2006


~6:03 pm




Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, born in the stench of eighteenth century Paris, develops a superior olfactory sense, which he uses to create the world's finest perfumes. His work, however, takes a dark turn as he tries to preserve scents in the search for the ultimate perfume.
taken from IMDB



I say, this is definitely worth watching.
Ben Whishaw stars as Jean-Baptiste Grenouille. Fairly new actor, but he managed to portray a sensitive and observant Grenouille. He does not speak much in the film, only in certain moments where it is necessary, but the rest of the film is told by his actions.

But even for those who do not like the acting or the extremely interesting storyline, watch it for the cinematography. The pictures make you want to smell the tiniest bit of what makes Grenouille's world go round.



I guess for me, it was good. Makes you think (whether you want to or not) of all the possible meanings and the movie stays in your mind long after it finishes.



Recommendation: 8/10

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PS: Chien Aun finds it eerie and disturbing. It isn't that gross either, in my opinion. Many may beg to differ...


~1:35 am

Sunday, April 08, 2007

Misplaced Trust / Fear

"We could talk about your past experiences and how they influence your framework for relationships now, but I just don't think that's really the problem for most of us. I am more convinced than ever that our insecurities have less to do with our past experiences with people and much more to do with our current view of God.

Here's what I mean. You say that your hurt from a previous relationship caused you to have a general distrust towards men. I'm sure there is truth to that, but here's what I think is really going on: that it's not men you generally distrust, but God.

What many of us do, even those of us who are serious Christians, is give to other humans the level of trust that can only be reserved for God, and give God the level of trust that would be about appropriate for humans. We flip-flop our trusts, and when we do that, we are setting ourselves up for a big-time disappointment.

Humans cannot deliver like God can, and it is an offense to God to be trusted like a mere human. God will never, never, never let us down. Never. He chastens; He disciplines; He often allows our selfish choices to have their natural consequences — all for the purpose of leading us back to Him.

But He will never drop the ball on our behalf.

...

I care about what my wife thinks of me. I certainly want her to think I'm attractive, intelligent, godly, fun, and basically the world's greatest husband and father. But I simply cannot be more concerned about what she thinks than about what God thinks, not even close. This isn't just a misplaced priority. If I am more concerned about what another human thinks of me than I am about what God thinks, it is idolatry, pure and simple."


John Thomas
in Boundless Answers Webzine: Misplaced Trust



"...But we don't have to be slaves to the opinions of other, fallen creatures. We can be set free by seeking the approval and praise of God. This is what defines a godly woman: "Do not let your adorning be external — the braiding of hair, the wearing of gold, or the putting on of clothing — but let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God's sight is very precious" (1 Peter 3:3-4).

That gentle, quiet spirit is not limited to a certain personality type. It's not like the God who made an enormous variety of people suddenly wants us to act like clones of each other — every woman wearing flowered skirts, sipping tea, and never speaking up.

This passage echoes the wisdom of that Proverbs 29:25 verse: "The fear of man lays a snare, but whoever trusts in the LORD is safe." Some translations say whomever trusts in the LORD will be protected or exalted. The literal translation is "raised high" — either to a protective place or to an exalted place.

The point is, a gentle and quiet spirit is one who trusts in the Lord. That trust can be expressed through a wide range of temperaments, from quiet to boisterous. Like a dancer, it is not so much how the moves are made but where we are looking that expresses true fear of the Lord. The benefit is that we are released from being slaves to the opinions of others so that we can love them without strings attached. As Ed Welch writes:

The most radical treatment for the fear of man is the fear of the Lord. God must be bigger to you than people are.... Regarding other people, our problem is that we need them (for ourselves) more than we love them (for the glory of God). The task God sets for us is to need them less and love them more.

A woman who loves for the glory of a very big God is truly worthy of praise."


Carolyn McCulley
in Boundless Answers Webzine: Whom do You Fear?


~1:00 am

Saturday, April 07, 2007

Amazing young singers...





~6:34 pm