Change and Choice

You can deliberately change to better yourself as a person, or you can change to merely appear better. Encapsuled by those words however, will lay the difference between an actual change for the better, and a facade. And that makes all the difference in the world.

We aren't always acting.

Project Code Named: Erasing Jamie

It began as a way to pass time while Jamie went out for basketball. Then I decided to take it to the next level of photo manipulation. Look carefully. Waaaaay more than Jamie was erased. All editing is done in picture, no outside material introduced.

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Midnight Ramblings

What you don't have or can't do, doesn't make you any less of a person than you are right now. You can only ever become more than you are.

If you're not satisfied without something, chances are that you wont be satisfied when you do have it. There's always something more.

All you have to do is find satisfaction and contentment in who you are.

All you have to do is find security.

Three Homeless Kittens

There are three homeless kittens (I always had a talent for stating the obvious), which are in need of a home. Cause they're homeless... (There I go again)

If anyone wants one, please do let me know!

Parkour Poetry

Parkour and poetry, both of which I love; now combined into a work of art.

Beautiful. Need I say more?

Dear Sarah,

I had a dream about you last night.
I was crouched near the edge of a bluff.
There were waves crashing up against the edge.
There was a crimson sunset in the horizon.

You came up from behind and sat beside me.
With a solemn look in your eyes,
You took my hand.
You laced your voice with emotion.

You withheld none, breaking the words to me.
The brutal harshness then began to sink in,
As the numbness receded from my mind,
Allowing me to comprehend what you said.

In that cold hard tone,
That cruel taunting,
That horrifying knowledge
That I could truly do nothing,

You said....


Salted vegetables.





With your exams round the corner, I hope this cheers up your day... =D

It's Alright Honey...

Everything will be fine.

It's okay.

I forgive you.


Those were the words I overheard a mother speak to her son while I was strolling in a mall. The boy was crying, obviously upset because he'd done something wrong. Well, not because he'd done something wrong but more so because his mother had scolded him. But now that his tears were freely flowing she could not stay resolute and she caved in and comforted him. I silently wondered what she had been teaching him all his life. Perhaps she should have said something somewhat different.


That things may or may not turn out fine.

That when you do something wrong, it's not alright.

That it's not okay.

That it's not okay but... I still forgive you.


Oh the sweet grace we take for granted.

Teenstreet....

Was interesting. I've never been on the other side of a camp where you're involved in some form of preparation, or get to see anything going on in the background. Not often have I had people know me not as a person, but as a figure who did something and was somewhere... Not on this scale anyway.

It was just like back in my six months of high school where people would know me because of who I knew, who my best friend was, and because somewhere along the line someone decided to announce that I was popular. One of the reasons for my leaving government school was because it just got so sickening. Yet there I was, on the stage, singing my guts out, drowning in the beautiful voices of hundreds of teens, mine joining theirs as a back up vocal singer. There I was, somewhat dishearteningly, with people looking up to me not because they knew me, but because I was on stage every night. They knew it wasn't a performance and we certainly weren't performing either, but they still idolized and made us up to be something greater than we were.

This year during Throne Room (the worship sessions), I wanted to be just another teenager singing and worshiping the Lord, albeit having to be up on the stage. I wanted to be seen as just another person offering up his life, and doing the best he could with all his heart.

But for all my want, being up on stage changed their perceptions.

For all my want, being up on stage somehow made me something bigger in their eyes.

For all my want, though I was just like any other one of them, they seem didn't think so.

The greatest thing is to see an everyday, normal, down to earth guy do great things and be a great influence on people. It's such a great ministry to be able to lead people yet be on the same level as everyone else. But somehow I don't think I succeeded in doing that.


But my personal struggles shall be my personal struggles, shared with few, understood by less.

The majority of my time was spent practicing for Throne Room, Throne Room itself, the sessions, catching up with my sleep in between (desperately trying not to fall severely sick), and hanging out with my friends; old and new. I particularly liked the all guys sesh where they talked about the struggles we may go through that would prevent us from completely surrendering ourselves to God. One of them was about trying to be perfect/appear perfect, as if we have to live up to some undefined expectation. Another was living our lives off the approval of others, seeking it out no matter what the cost. And the last was feeling as if you weren't good enough to do something, was too lousy, or just not capable. The traps showed that no matter what race you were, we all go through the same things, or have gone through them. I think it really ministered to some of the younger teens, and by all means the older ones too.

Though every teen walked away from the camp with a different message, I think the one central thing they took away with them was the desire to influence the people around them for the better. The theme was InGear, and was about engaging the community around us. Everything else revolved around it.

What I left with was a desire to better equip myself with every single weapon I could muster, so that I will be able to be a great influence on others. You know that verse about being the salt and light to the world? Well heh, you wanna be salt? First you gotta be salty.

Overall Teenstreet was a great experience. I had lots of fun, met loads of people, scared some with voodoo.... *ahem*... I meant magic.


If things permit, I'd like to go again next year.

I definately would.



Other posts....

Julia

Eugene

You and I, Aren't so Different Afterall

Every man is different,
Every man is the same.

We are all that kid in the corner,
That bloke on the street.


We all seek deeper meaning,
Be part of something bigger than ourselves.

We all trod our own journeys,
Choose difficult paths in our lives.

We all want to gain acceptance,
To love, and be loved.

We all want to find friendship,
Be able to trust others.

We all want something to believe in,
Hope and wish and pray.

We all have to sacrifice things,
Pay the price for what seems right.

We all hurt and cry,
Wishing that life was simpler.

We all make and break promises,
Face disappointment when it comes knocking.


We are all that kid in the corner,
That bloke on the street.

For every man is different,
And every man is the same.

Temper...

Temper my friend,
Will get you nowhere in life,
But down all the roads,
That you do not wish to traverse.

Bullet Points

This week has been:

A new huge project
Hesitantly turning down invitations to the movies
New belt
New boxers
Keyboard breaking down at the worst possible moment
Boxers 2 inches bigger than stated on the box
Exchanging the boxers
A new keyboard 100 bucks more expensive than expected
A new cap
A new cut
A thinner wallet

This week will be:

The rest of a huge project
Turning down more invitations to the movies
Not enough sleep
Loneliness