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Wednesday

Please Remember Me

When all our tears have reached the sea
Part of you will live in me
Way down deep inside my heart

The days keep coming without fail
A new wind is gonna find your sail
That’s where your journey starts


You’ll find better love
Strong as it ever was
Deep as the river runs
Warm as the morning sun

Please remember me


Just like the waves down by the shore
We’re gonna keep on coming back for more
’cause we don’t ever wanna stop

Out in this brave new world you seek
Oh the valleys and the peaks
And I can see you on the top


You’ll find better love
Strong as it ever was
Deep as the river runs
Warm as the morning sun

Please remember me


Remember me when you’re out walkin’
When the snow falls high outside your door
Late at night when you’re not sleepin’
And moonlight falls across your floor
When I can’t hurt you anymore...


You’ll find better love
Strong as it ever was
Deep as the river runs
Warm as the morning sun

Please remember me
Please remember me

Monday

Consuming Fire

There must be more than this,
O breath of God come breathe within,
There must be more than this,
Spirit of God we wait for You.

Fill us anew we pray,
Fill us anew we pray.

(Chorus)
Consuming fire fan into flame,
A passion for Your Name,
Spirit of God fall in this place,
Lord have Your way,
Lord have Your way with us,

Come like a rushing wind,
Clothe us with power from on high,
Now set the captives free,
Leave us abandoned to Your praise.

Lord let Your glory fall,
Lord let Your glory fall.

Stir it up in our hearts Lord,
Stir it up in our hearts Lord,
Stir it up in our hearts Lord,
A passion for Your Name.


Sunday

Welcome to SnowCity at Giant Zucchini's house! Courtesy of Mr Patrick Chia and Ms Helena Tan.




(Actual captures from Giant Zucchini's house)


Anyway, other than my usual Sunday evening thoughts such as doing Patrick's toaster, plans to murder Patrick, etc., my mind has been preoccupied with the future ahead. More specifically, plans to murder Patrick...

OK, seriously, I have been toying around with the idea of leaving SMC AY for COGS CC Youth. I mean, yes, SMC AY is doing very well, the worship is top-notch, the band and the youth as a whole is very tight, there's a real togetherness in the group, and they're moving to a spanking new premises. But I was at COGS CC Youth today (St. Matt's Day so no youth there) and as I was sitting through the service, I felt God's calling. Maybe it's because I'm too used to the 'high' standards in SMC AY, but I felt the COGS CC Youth was - forgive me for using the term - pathetic. There was no spirit, no desire to enter the presence of God. I felt God calling me..."I have trained you in SMC AY, now it's time to move on...move back to where you're supposed to be..." I don't know...I have to pray about it...and you folks out there too...pray for me, pray that God will show me my direction for next year...


I Give You My Heart

This is my desire
To honor You
Lord with all my heart
I worship You
All I have within me
I give You praise
All that I adore is in You

Lord, I give You my heart
I give You my soul
I live for You alone
Every Breath I take
Every moment I'm awake
Lord, have Your way in me

Saturday


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Paranoid 42%
Schizoid 78%
Schizotypal 74%
Antisocial 14%
Borderline 26%
Histrionic 14%
Narcissistic 50%
Avoidant 42%
Dependent 54%
Obsessive-Compulsive 34%
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I told you I'm wierd...


Wednesday

Watched The Terminal last night. Now I'm starting to effect an Eastern European accent. Anyway, was really funny, and had its morals too. Was quite touching as well. And the moral of the story is...never give up. Never ever give up. If you are in the right, people will fight for you. And don't forget to watch it...it's a good show. As recommended by Solomon the Great.

Monday

You know, it's tough being a humourist.

There's always this kind of balance, tension. You can't be too smart, people won't get it; you can't be too slapstick, people will think you're just lame...you can't keep a straight face for too long, eventually your own audience will stop laughing too; and you can't laugh too much with them because they won't get some of your jokes too and you'll just look silly...you can't be too witty, you'll offend people; you can't be too physical because people will be laughing at you and not with you...

I guess the worst thing is that the variables keep changing with every situation. Just because it works once doesn't mean it'll work again...

Sunday

Just back into action making my toaster after yet another relapse of gastric. This time it happened during my Sunday afternoon nap. Yet again the fan was on. I can't believe my parents can't see the cause of the problem. "You must have eaten too much...not enough rest...you must see a doctor..." I don't need to see a doctor, it's simple science...Fan creates wind, end of story. As long as I don't sleep with the fan on, I'LL BE ALRIGHT! It's no coincidence that everytime I get gastric in the morning the fan was on at night, and it's no coincidence that I don't get gastric when the fan is off!

Anyway, today's worship was...encouraging to say the least. Morning service went without a hitch. At least without any major ones. My first worship lead wasn't too bad, my band helped me a lot, they played really well today. Most importantly, the Holy Spirit was really working in me and the whole congregation. It was really encouraging. I'm sure it will carry me through the week.

THANK YOU LORD JESUS!

Saturday

More Love

I'm so close to you baby
But I'm so far away
There's a silence between us
And there's so much to say
You're my strength, you're my weakness
You're my faith, you're my doubt
We gotta meet in the middle
To work this thing out

Chorus:
More love, I can hear our hearts cryin'
More love, I know that's all we need
More love, to flow in between us
To take us and hold us and lift us above
If there's ever an answer
It's more love

We're afraid to be idle
So we fill up the days
We run on the treadmill
Keep slavin' away 'til there's no time for talkin'
About trouble in mind
And the doors are all closed
Between your heart and mine

Just look out around us
People fightin' their wars
They think they'll be happy
When they've settled their scores
Let's lay down our weapons
That hold us apart
Be still for just a minute
Try to open our hearts

It is complete...Survivor The Pearl Thaivanuatustramazafricquesas Islands Theme Song: Get it from me if you want it :D:D:D

Accidentally Worship Leader

Plodded to church at 10am today for worship practice, scheduled to play piano, Grace leading. Got there rather early, no one was there yet, so got to work with my foam toaster. Eventually got chased up by Mr Pesticide Man with the White Fumes. Got there and...lo and behold...Thomas opened his mouth...

"Grace said she is not feeling well. I don't want to lead because I lead the past 3 weeks orredy. Why don't you lead?"

"Err...then who will play the piano?"

And so the conversation went on, in the end we decided on practice without piano and get Andrew to impromptu tmr. So, for posterity's sake, here is the songlist for my first worship lead in SMC AY:

One Day
Most High
Offering
Consuming Fire
Power of Your Love
Heart of Worship

Dun forget to pray for me, I hope I'm spiritually ready for tmr's challenge.

By the way, also playing for SMC main tmr, meaning I'll have to miss COGS morning service...I don't know, I feel like I'm owing COGS something, or maybe just someone, or maybe just myself...Ah well, I just hope today makes up for it...

Friday

I hath added another weapon to my arsenal. If ye minions do not submit...I SHALT WHACK THEM UPON THE HEAD WITH MY 1.1M DIAMETER 5 CENT COIN!!! That should show them...Muahahahahahaha

By the way, Survivor Vanuatu Theme ROCKS!!! Can't wait to mix it with the rest of my Themes...hehe

Something good is goin' on around here...

Thursday

I am THE king of fart, if not in NYP, at least in my class or maybe my course.

Re-established my farting power in AutoCAD class today. Kam Yew and Jiaxiong had to excuse themselves from the room several times because they could not take the stench. I am just that good. All ye little minions shall submit under my awesome power! Muahahahaha...


Live Like You Were Dying

He said I was in my early forties
With a lot of life before me
When a moment came that stopped me on a dime
And I spent most of the next days
Looking at the X-rays
Talking bout the options and talking bout sweet time
I asked him when it sank in
That this might really be the real end
How's it hit you when you get that kinda news
Man what'd you do
And he said

I went sky diving
I went Rocky Mountain climbing
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named FuManchu
And I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter
And I gave forgiveness I'd been denying
And he said someday I hope you get the chance to live like you were dying.

He said I was finally the husband that most the time I wasn't
And I became a friend a friend would like to have
And all the sudden going fishin wasn't such an imposition
And I went three times that year I lost my dad
Well I finally read the good book
And I took a good long hard look at what I'd do if I could do it all again
And then

I went sky diving
I went Rocky Mountain climbing
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named FuManchu
And I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter
And I gave forgiveness I'd been denying
And he said someday I hope you get the chance to live like you were dying.

Like tomorrow was a gift and you got eternity to think about what'd you do with it
What did you do with it?
What did I do with it?
What would I do with it?

Sky diving
I went Rocky Mountain climbing
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named FuManchu
And I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter
And I watched an eagle as it was flying
And he said someday I hope you get the chance to live like you were dying.

Live like you were dying.

IT'S OVER!!!

My formal piano education has officially ended. Grade 8 exam wasn't as scary as I originally thought, the examiner was really friendly and helped me a lot. I tried my best and didn't crack too much under the pressure. I'm happy with my performance today!

THANK YOU GOD!!!


Free

Would you believe me if I said...
That we are the ones who can make the change
In the world today...
Would you believe me if I said...
That all of your dreams in your heart can come true...
Today...yeah
Would you believe me if I said...
That life could be all that you want it to be...
Today...yeah

Chorus:
And if I had wings I would fly
'Cause all that i need, You are,
And if the world caved in around me,
To You I'd still hold on
'Cause You're all that I believe
And the one that created me
JESUS.. because of You.. I'M FREE

Would you believe me if I said...
That God can make miracles happen today...yeah, yeah
Would you believe me if I said...
That you dont need to wait for the answers before...
You step out in faith...
Would you believe me if I said
That nothing is ever IMPOSSIBLE...
For God...yeah

Bridge:
Just live your life.. with God inside.
You won't regret one moment of it,
And give all that you can for God...for God

Wednesday

Stress stress stress stress stress...

Piano exam tomorrow...the Final chapter...Grad 8! Pressure pressure stress stress...

It's OK...I WILL SURVIVE!

Tuesday

I'VE HAD IT!!!

I've had it with an internet connection SO secure even I can't access it properly...ugh...anyway...

Went for my final music class in Galleria Music School. Bittersweet thinking of it now...I still remember I was a little boy, couldn't be more than 6, walking into this place with my parents, they had just moved in recently and were preparing the rooms...I think I was one of the first few students in the history of the school...11 years on, it's now one of the most highly recognised music schools in Bishan, and maybe even further out (I know I'm swarkoo...), and in just 2 days, I would officially have left the school. I will not forget what this school has done for me.

My heart is welling with emotion. Fine, emotions.

I miss the good old days with Stuart the Pied Piper Named Spot, Sandstorm the Australian, Tachyio the Digital, Brendan the Battleship King, et al...those days during recess we used to "vocal spar" with each other, twisting, turning, then the final blow with our tongues sharpened to perfection...now I either can't find anyone with a tongue sharp enough and a brain trained enough to spar with me, or those that do just take it WAY too seriously...gone were the days when "suanalogy" was just for fun...sigh...

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