You take me as I am
Into your new scarred hands
and when I run so far away
you always call me back again
into your open arms
not matter what ive done
amazing grace has found me here
because of what you've done, for me

PlanetShakers - Weight of the World

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My mind has been filled with lyrics and sentences the past few days, so much so that there's a line or two floating round my head every hour or so. And the more I think about it, the more it escalates into something bigger, like a song or a poem (not nessesarily a poem because none of the words rhyme). I was reading something earlier that worship was part of your spirit man since the beginning of time, people offering sacrifices to priests, etc even when they weren't Christians. This shows that there's a spirit of worship ingrained in our very own being. Writing all these things puts what I'm thinking currently down, be it little stanzas of praises to long choruses of worship, or even what I want to ask the Lord above.

I always listen to artistes like MercyMe and wonder how in the world are they able to write songs that are so simple but yet very poignant. Mine's more of the other way around, confusing and questioning but forgetable. I guess going back to the basics, of the very simple truths that were stated in His Word. Everyday I find myself thinking about the Lord more, with these sentences that are "floating" around. Simple sentences, makes it feel like I'm going back to the "old" way of writing worship songs. haha, but God loves it no matter how I write.

I praise the Lord for I can sing
I praise the Lord for I can write
I praise the Lord for his goodness
though very undeserving
I praise the Lord for he loves Me!

My oh my, look at the bloody time! It's half four and I'm out of bed. Still! I can't sleep anyway, though I'm yawning very much. I guess it was dinner, indigestion and all, and my arms are pretty much aching dragging 3 balls home. Yay, this is random, but I finally got my plastic ball which I can use! So yay, Praise God!

Well, no matter that it's half four, I'm having a catch up with a friend on MSN. Which is funny because it's so early/late (depends on how you look at it) in the morning/night (ditto to this). We're meeting next week, yay again, because I've not seen her for ages.

"My joy comes from above
My joy comes from only one
My joy comes from above
My joy comes from the Lord"

Unknowingly, it was to be my last day for duties. Someone called me today telling me there isn't a need to come down as the City Hall routes have been cancelled. Sad... Well, here's some memories...















Bus Bay.. Not clear because obviously as you can tell, it's taken at night.














The nessesaries of a Bus Host. Pass, Guide, Jacket and Walkie. The tentage is freaking cold.















My Bus Uncle, Mr Wong. Or what some other bus auntie call him, Ah Pok. haha. He usually drives 105 from Jurong. He was damn irritating yesterday, kept disturbing me. I almost wanted to bang my head against a wall.



















My usually empty bus. I hate sitting buses now. Scared of it, because for the past one week, I sit in the bus every alternate hour for an hour each time. 2 hours if there's a jam. The police presence in the bus is damn useful. haha.















Like this!

It's Day 5 for me today. My bus uncle was nice as usual, today he kept for me honey dew... Wahaha, I sound like some happy kid.

I had a very strange conversation with HQ cluster today. It went something like that.
Me, " BG1 paging HQ cluster, approaching Grand Copthorne Waterfront hotel."
HQ, " Where are you heading and please tell me there are no delegates on the bus pleaseeee."
Me, " Heading towards City Hall, and don't worry, there are ZERO delegates on the bus."
HQ," Tell me how not to worry? If there are delegates on the bus then I have to go and hide myself or something."

Remark: At this point I was like, what's the point of this report again?

Me, " Roger that, over.."
HQ, " ROGER... RABBIT... over..."

I was like, WHAT?!

My bus uncle is very nice. Today he kept a watermelon for me. Haha.

Well, ZERO delegates again... I'm paid to sit in buses all day long. Now I hate bus rides...

Day 3 of IMF duty as a Bus Host, and till now, I've hadn't had a single delegate on my bus so far. To think that it's reportedly 23,700 people who have registered for the event. However, the police officers and bus drivers are very nice. They always ask if we've eaten and if we have not, some of them actually give us their food. Which is swell as their food is catered and ours is not, and we have to pay for our own food if we want.

Sad case...

You know, sometimes I wonder why. Someone will always top you. No matter how good you are and how deserving you might be. I am just jealous, because I don't think it's fair. No matter how hard you try, or how nice you might be, someone will always be better and more well liked. Unfair. But then again, who said life was fair?

Youknowsomething? IthinkthepeopleIcountasmygoodfriendsareavoidingme. ShootsIthinkImusthavedonesomethingwrong. SometimesIthinkthewholeworldhatesme. PerhapsI'mnotpartofthecliqueIthoughtIwaspartof. Sigh. Iwishjustoneofthemwouldcomeandtalktome,seemsthatI'vebeenforgotten...

Maybeit'smethinkingtoomuch,butwhydoIfeelthisway? I'vebeensoemothepastfewdaysthatIdon'tknowwhat'sgoingon.

You dream, you wish, you hope, you pray. But doing all these things and still not getting what you want gets you down. Either that, or it's not your time. I think it's not my time. However, when will that time come?

Dreaming is all I can do. Currently.

I'm always surrounded by friends, yet at the same time, I feel all alone, by myself. I remember what one of my lecturers said before, that I'm never seen by myself. However that's the case currently. With my clique of friends out of school, I'm the only one left finishing up one more module. And it sucks, because I'm alone.

Just ignore me, I'm emo-ing.

On My iTunes: Sing of Your Love - Planet Shakers