I am going to stop posting on this blog. Due to recent events, which I will not disclose here. Silverbird is dead, the phoenix will rise again, but when and how and in what way, know not I. To those who have me on msn, I will explain. Otherwise, this is the end.
Death comes to all who wait... Long enough
Thursday, October 09, 2008
Thursday, October 02, 2008
A little update
I realize I haven't updated in a long long time. I'm in class now doing this simply because I can't concentrate anyway and might as well be doing something to keep awake and listen somewhat to the boring marketing professor...
My life the past few weeks have been... rather uninteresting, but it's been ok. I've started gymming about 3 times a week, and have taekwondo training about 3 times a week, and it's eating up quite a bit of time for me. I haven't lost very much weight but I realize my stamina and balance have increased somewhat. Starting this week I will start trying to lose weight again, will start watching everything I eat.
The things that seem to be on my mind the most are my studies and xiao mei. I'm really glad that we are still such good friends, but at the same time a part of me feels a little empty. I don't mean to be so emo all the time, but when something like this is on one's mind all the time, it's kinda hard not to get introspective.
On a happier note, I'm studying and working out a lot more now, which works out well for me. I feel healthier and more confident of myself than ever before. So I will keep this up and hopefully things will change for me in the future.
My life the past few weeks have been... rather uninteresting, but it's been ok. I've started gymming about 3 times a week, and have taekwondo training about 3 times a week, and it's eating up quite a bit of time for me. I haven't lost very much weight but I realize my stamina and balance have increased somewhat. Starting this week I will start trying to lose weight again, will start watching everything I eat.
The things that seem to be on my mind the most are my studies and xiao mei. I'm really glad that we are still such good friends, but at the same time a part of me feels a little empty. I don't mean to be so emo all the time, but when something like this is on one's mind all the time, it's kinda hard not to get introspective.
On a happier note, I'm studying and working out a lot more now, which works out well for me. I feel healthier and more confident of myself than ever before. So I will keep this up and hopefully things will change for me in the future.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Can't think of a title...
It's been a while since I last posted I realize...
Has anything changed? Well, yes and no. It's hard to articulate the many things that are going through my mind right now. I've been back in Singapore for two months now, and it seems far too short. I'll be leaving for canada in another 4 weeks, and I can feel a deep seated fear within me. The thing that has changed is that I no longer allow it to paralyze me, but other than that, nothing has really changed I guess. I have just found strength in God to carry on.
I realize that the sentences seem rather disjointed at this point, but I'm honestly not bothering to order my thoughts right now. In the same way that all roads lead to Rome, all my neural pathways seem to point me in a direction I don't really want to go.
How can someone who cares for everyone survive?
The burden he puts upon himself,
Is meant for God alone.
He can't not care, he can't be unkind,
Yet somedays it seems, he can't do anything right.
The harder he tries, the harder he falls,
His plane never takes off, it simply stalls,
Why then does he try so hard?
Why does he seem like a tub of lard?
He learns a way to soothe most people,
Yet it angers some other people.
He finds a way to smooth the way,
And gets laughed at, from sunset to day.
What way is right?
What way is wrong?
To say a few words,
or to sing a song?
What way is left?
What way is right?
To find happiness by God,
Or to find it by might?
He tries so hard, like the little ant worker,
Losing weight, learning more, never a shirker.
He prays daily, to a silent God,
Sings and listens hard, to his silent Lord.
Each day he grows more and more,
In which direction, that surprise lies in store.
He finds strength but with no purpose,
He finds stamina but with no direction.
He finds compassion, but no one wants it,
He finds others, and loses himself.
Where does this story go?
I do not know.
Back into canada's freezing snows.
Back into a life that laid him low.
Does anyone care?
Hell no,
They're all absorbed ,
In their own little woes.
In the depths of the night as he slowly walks,
He walks alone,
alone,
alone.
Why God? I need you to help me answer the question of my life. What am I here for? To go through trial after trial, obstacle after obstacle? For what Lord? Why do you make me understand how much every soul on earth suffers, then don't equip me with the means to help them? It tears me that I am so impotent in curing the ills of the world. It tears me that I always seem to be walking this path alone. It hurts that every path shown to me is a lonely one, that everyone cries to me for help, and like a geas under you I respond! I know I am not perfect, and I will never be perfect, but is it wrong for me to always want to chase after you? To chase after your perfection? I want to have your all-consuming compassion, but I am weak, and sometimes I lose my temper when I should be compassionate. Lord sometimes I wish you had made me dumb, incompetent and untalented...
I feel like I'm being tortured every day of my existence, and I have to help everyone. Even though I know I can't.
Lord, I pray I have chosen the right path in choosing to do Nuskin as a business. With you as my moral guiding light, and with the potential returns that might come from working in Nuskin, I want to save millions.
Mother Theresa once said, "There are thousands of unwanted children being abandoned everyday. They are killed, abandoned, unloved and hurt. I have a better idea f what to do with all those children. Give them all to ME. I will Love them, Save them, Give them my home, and Shelter them from hurt. There in Jesus in every single one of them, and I want to save them all." Yes Lord, I want to save them all as well.
I am willing to sacrifice my life for you Lord, to save everyone. I know I am not Jesus, neither am I a saint like Mother Theresa, but use me to be a light onto your word Lord. Use me so I may find a purposeful life, a fulfilling one. I love you Lord and I know you love everyone. I also love everyone who has touched my life, and I want to make life better, for all of them...
Has anything changed? Well, yes and no. It's hard to articulate the many things that are going through my mind right now. I've been back in Singapore for two months now, and it seems far too short. I'll be leaving for canada in another 4 weeks, and I can feel a deep seated fear within me. The thing that has changed is that I no longer allow it to paralyze me, but other than that, nothing has really changed I guess. I have just found strength in God to carry on.
I realize that the sentences seem rather disjointed at this point, but I'm honestly not bothering to order my thoughts right now. In the same way that all roads lead to Rome, all my neural pathways seem to point me in a direction I don't really want to go.
How can someone who cares for everyone survive?
The burden he puts upon himself,
Is meant for God alone.
He can't not care, he can't be unkind,
Yet somedays it seems, he can't do anything right.
The harder he tries, the harder he falls,
His plane never takes off, it simply stalls,
Why then does he try so hard?
Why does he seem like a tub of lard?
He learns a way to soothe most people,
Yet it angers some other people.
He finds a way to smooth the way,
And gets laughed at, from sunset to day.
What way is right?
What way is wrong?
To say a few words,
or to sing a song?
What way is left?
What way is right?
To find happiness by God,
Or to find it by might?
He tries so hard, like the little ant worker,
Losing weight, learning more, never a shirker.
He prays daily, to a silent God,
Sings and listens hard, to his silent Lord.
Each day he grows more and more,
In which direction, that surprise lies in store.
He finds strength but with no purpose,
He finds stamina but with no direction.
He finds compassion, but no one wants it,
He finds others, and loses himself.
Where does this story go?
I do not know.
Back into canada's freezing snows.
Back into a life that laid him low.
Does anyone care?
Hell no,
They're all absorbed ,
In their own little woes.
In the depths of the night as he slowly walks,
He walks alone,
alone,
alone.
Why God? I need you to help me answer the question of my life. What am I here for? To go through trial after trial, obstacle after obstacle? For what Lord? Why do you make me understand how much every soul on earth suffers, then don't equip me with the means to help them? It tears me that I am so impotent in curing the ills of the world. It tears me that I always seem to be walking this path alone. It hurts that every path shown to me is a lonely one, that everyone cries to me for help, and like a geas under you I respond! I know I am not perfect, and I will never be perfect, but is it wrong for me to always want to chase after you? To chase after your perfection? I want to have your all-consuming compassion, but I am weak, and sometimes I lose my temper when I should be compassionate. Lord sometimes I wish you had made me dumb, incompetent and untalented...
I feel like I'm being tortured every day of my existence, and I have to help everyone. Even though I know I can't.
Lord, I pray I have chosen the right path in choosing to do Nuskin as a business. With you as my moral guiding light, and with the potential returns that might come from working in Nuskin, I want to save millions.
Mother Theresa once said, "There are thousands of unwanted children being abandoned everyday. They are killed, abandoned, unloved and hurt. I have a better idea f what to do with all those children. Give them all to ME. I will Love them, Save them, Give them my home, and Shelter them from hurt. There in Jesus in every single one of them, and I want to save them all." Yes Lord, I want to save them all as well.
I am willing to sacrifice my life for you Lord, to save everyone. I know I am not Jesus, neither am I a saint like Mother Theresa, but use me to be a light onto your word Lord. Use me so I may find a purposeful life, a fulfilling one. I love you Lord and I know you love everyone. I also love everyone who has touched my life, and I want to make life better, for all of them...
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