Poet, but we aren't perfert things in poetry
The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me. Even through the gift paper I could hear them breathe Lightly, through their white swaddlings, like an awful baby. Their redness talks to my wound, it corresponds. They are subtle: they seem to float, though they weigh me down, Upsetting me with their sudden tongues and their colour, A dozen red lead sinkers round my neck. (Sylvia Plath)

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Thursday, December 10, 2009 10:08 PM


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Today I will awake and go about life, unwilling to face the world. I will hope and pray that somehow, I would gain a kind of courage that would allow me to battle everything, everyday tirelessly on end. But that is why I am human and this is why I am neither dead nor suicidal. But I am, in fact, hopelessly neurotic. I have much to do and much to live through. I can have felt every form of envy, of anguish and yet have a lot more to feel. I will never be truly good at anything, but I can only be good at being human and fortunately enough, I am.

Be forewarned that everyone has forgotten how difficult it is to be human. So they have discarded all remaining empathy and all selflessness. Everyone has simply stopped being human. They have gone beyond human imperfections and have lost the human spirit of trying to battle against it. Sad to say that I am, inevitably, on the brink of giving up as well.

Today I went out with the SYDDA lot in what seems like ages. I've missed them so much, I actually cried when I saw them. We had our heart to heart talks and I realised just how lonely and cynical I am. No matter how hard I try to depend on God, I am horrible crippled in this way and I am not an island.

I want to give up so badly. I want to retreat into my mind. I want to live forever among an endless supply of yellowing paperbacks. I want to see the good in the world and remember why I should keep fighting.

I think my wordpress is only for the super secret and private insights of my mind.

12:58 AM

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Suddenly (or rather, after seeing a blog full of twit), I have this urge to immerse myself in some really good English. To purge the erratic capitalisation of letters and superfluous letters. I can feel my IQ decreasing. Two options:

i. Message/call the in-the-midst-of-brushing-his-teeth Justin who, in the midst of brushing his teeth, cannot speak nor enunciate properly. Although we already had our nightly Skype conference call. Still. It's a IQ-resuscitating emergency.

ii. Watch one or two episodes of Scrubs. Which isn't a bad idea, considering I have a lot of past episodes to catch up on.

Scrubs it is.

Farewell.

Saturday, December 05, 2009 9:40 PM

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Dear God,

thank you for Dorcas and Deborah for making all this worthwhile. I saw them today outside Saturday School and I felt like crying partly because I miss them so much and partly because I'm so incredibly proud of them. I just know they'll be lights of influence among their CG.

I'm not going to let this go. I'm forgive without an apology as You have so often done with me. This is going to be different. And I'm going to seek Your will before the approval of others like I always say I will.

I will find You.

Love,
Deborah

Friday, December 04, 2009 10:53 PM

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Dear Friend,

I've realised that we are more human than I had thought. We aren't infallible and we are awfully premenstrual as our feelings fluctuate more than the unpredictable climate in the desert. Sometimes hot and passionate when we are at our best as we can set any flammable object aflame with one of the most wonderful friendships I've ever had, sometimes cold when we don't try hard enough and occasionally violent when we are sandstorms.

I will admit that I get angry with you very easily. I do not have all the patience with you as I'd like to have. But believe me when I say this, I do wish I have it. I get that it isn't easy being you. But if you haven't already noticed, everyone has their own problems. But you really really have to know that you don't have to do this alone. Stop trying to do everything when you have nothing left inside you. Depend on God more and less on yourself and always, always seek the will of God before the approval of man. Attempting to do everything with and empty heart and when you've lost focus of what's truly important can destroy you, and I love you too much to see you spiral downwards this way. It isn't easy, I find difficulty in doing it too. But I try to remember. I try very hard. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. But I've learnt to give thanks even when I feel like screaming and drowning in everything I've yet to do.

I think God has shown you that He wants to use you in so many ways. But He needs to see that you are able to be used as a blessing to others by remembering His will. When we answer the call to love everyone, we put aside ourselves which entail our emotions and feelings. We put aside every thought about what we need and feel and think and focus on what others need. We speak in love, even when we have to correct because that is the way God has always given us grace and mercy.

When someone told me that no man is an island, I used to scoff too, I really did. But I think something I've learnt that I hope you will eventually is that to a large extent, that is true. Do not shun help. Embrace it. You cannot do everything alone and sometimes, God uses people to help you when He doesn't speak to you directly. Please understand that I am trying to help and so are other people. If you refuse to let people in and bottle up all emotions, you refuse to be happy. You fail in being the best you can be. Trust me of all people when I say that humbling yourself and letting others help you takes away no pride at all (although I've also learnt that you need to differentiate advice that will make you a better person or stumble your beliefs, though this is not applicable to you).

I say all of this because I love you very much. I am lonely when you are not there for me to refill my tank when I need you. And it diminishes me as well when I run on an empty tank. God has something amazing planned for a beautiful person like yourself. All you have to do is let go and let God.

Love,
Alice

Thursday, November 26, 2009 11:55 PM

Come to my rescue:

I've asked my Powerkids "Would you still love God if He didn't bless you? If everything was going wrong. If a loved one was sick and was going to die. If you were sick and were going to die. Would you still love and worship Him?", but I never thought I'd be faced with the prospect of practising what I preach. I dont exactly blame God, but all that's resounding in my head is 'Why, why, why, why, why?'

I always tell my class that the Early Christians got killed although they prayed fervently, but they lasted till the very end. I guess I never thought it was much because I didn't fear death. But there are worse things to fear. And it is hard to believe that everything is going to be alright.

Dear God,
thank you for everything you have given me. I pray that you will give me strength (more than ever now). I don't need anybody. I need You. Thank you for giving me Christine to remind me of her favourite verse that I will memorise and remember forever. Especially in times like this. Give me courage to surrender absolutely everything. I need Mrs Dubose's courage. I don't want to get out of this asking "Where were You when I needed You?" I'm asking you here and now. I will find You.

Love, Deborah

"For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, not any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord."

(Romans 8:37-38, Christine's awesome verse)


You are the source of life
I can't be left behind
No one else will do
I will take hold of You

I need You Jesus to come to my rescue
Where else can I go?
There's no other name by which I am saved
Capture me with grace
I will follow You

This world has nothing for me
I will follow You
This world has nothing for me

I will follow You

10:47 PM

Dear God,

please, please, please, please, please make everything alright. I'm really scared. My parents being together are the crunch of everything that is preventing it from falling apart. And I don't want that to change.

Dear life,

I want you to look in the mirror and go "PISS OFF YOU ASSHOLE. NOBODY NEEDS YOU."

Sunday, November 22, 2009 1:56 AM

Way, way too thin:

Habitudes, no matter how awful and agonizing it was (Christine, I know you're reading this), was about people like me. Who spread themselves way, way too thin and eventually end up with nothing. Well, while it didn't teach me anything new, Tim Elmore reminded me of something I've been meaning to do, but I've just been putting off doing. I know, what a lousy procrastinator I am. Go ahead, stone me, burn me at the stake, but I know you're just as guilty as I am.

So I've decided to take things one step at a time. I'm way too deep to stop any of the activities. So basically, I just set aside things for, let's say, my 'Drama Exam' or 'Camp Comm'. Like today, I messaged Auntie Teresa and told her I can't come in for Powerkids because I was putting priority for drama rehearsals. And tomorrow is another drama rehearsal priority day. And Monday is a Camp Comm day. Well, that sort of thing.

And about the Tim Elmore thing, it was a total misnomer. IT'S ONE BIG, FAT, FAKE-AS-HELL, ADVERTISING-CHEESY MESS. The band was playing songs that only the church people knew and that was like what, less than ten people in the huge audience? There were constant disruptions to the poor man's speech when they advertised their stupid programs that no one would want to go to and even had TIM ELMORE interviewing a SINGAPORE NATIONAL SWIMMER. Shouldn't it be the national swimmer interviewing the poor man? Sheesh. It's freaking TIM ELMORE. And really, he was the only reason I went in the first place. I was disappointed. They barely let him speak, he didn't even get round to the part about where God fit in with all this "Get your life into shape" seminar-ish speeches. Yeesh. I wanted more of God from Tim Elmore's point of view, not less.

I remember praying half way through the terrible worship "God, I know the worship sucks and you're probably just as amused as I am about all this empty, materialistic superficiality, but You know what? You're still the same God to all the people with bad taste who enjoy worship." and also "Whew, thank God I don't need good music, good lyrics (you should go to Christine's blog to see the horrible lyrics, I keep laughing when I was reading them), people with good taste, good hosts to worship God. Pun not intended."

On a separate note, I really hate staying up really late like I have the past three nights. It pisses me off when I don't get my sleep. But I'm comforted by the fact that I can always see Dylan's name on MSN even just before I go to sleep at about 2 to 3 in the morning. That and the fact that he's staying up for the sake of staying up.