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"All sweet things are naive."

I recently heard someone say this. And sad to say, I think I do agree.

Lately I find that curiosity, is more and more so, killing me. Some things are better left unsaid. Better swept under the carpet, or left locked up in the closet.

And yet, I still want to know. I still dig the past up. I still search for the answers that I'm better off not knowing.

Happy belated birthday Adrian and Cheang! :)
Adrian you are now officially an adult (TWENTY ONE, NOT EIGHTEEN HELLO) so please act like one and stop bullying the nice people around you (like COUGH me). Cheang ahhh so fast you've caught up to be the same age as me. TSK :)

The week's been exhausting and tough but after a good recharge over the weekend, I'm determined not to be diffident or anxious about the things to come this week. I can't wait for ORIENTATION! :D And I can't wait to worship lead this weekend. Yesterday when I was talking with Kymmie, I realised that slowly along the way, I've begun to forgot what the joy of serving is. And after almost a month of not serving... I REALLY MISS IT! I miss being able to give my all to God. In the midst of school and orientation and floorball and everything else, I've forgotten the words that God put in my heart at the end of 2009. The direction that He gave me... what Sister Gwen preached this weekend is so real. When everything seems to be calling for our attention, and when we begin to struggle, this is precisely the moment where problems will strike - and take everything that has been placed in my heart away. So to all of you reading... Stand firm my friends :) Hold on tight to the things you believe in and don't let problems take these things away from you.

Some photos from recently :)



And floorball farewell... long overdue!



Theo my fellow GANGSTER HIPHOP WHATEVER


SPASTIC ROCKOUT FACE 8-D


Ohmygosh how cool am I :) haha!

I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see
Painted faces fill the places I can't reach
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you ♥

I miss you Gerald Sim. I miss the time we used to have. I miss it all so much.

I have a new hobby: Sitting in the canteen with a bunch of friends that could be but may not necessarily be close friends, and talking about absolutely anything and everything. There's just something special about those moments... sharing so openly with people you don't know very well, about life, about dreams, about funny things, about mistakes, and about regrets... Things that you normally don't even talk to anyone about. Things that you don't have the opportunity to talk to anyone about. And in that moment, it seems like all the work and tutorials and endless list of mindless things you have to do become a distant thunderstorm. One that can wait. One we can worry about later.

Photos from today

Hazel and her sleepy eyes

Aaron our SWEDISH HERO!

Hillary my pretty girl :)


Lari's the man!

Zeb's the man too!

Jerald the INDIAN

Becky also the pretty girl :)

I sit here playing mind games, fiddling with bare threads, waiting for something to happen. A word. A movement. Nothing. I've made a pool out of the silence spilled over. I've carved my heart out on the tree. Then both are shattered. Like a poison arrow through frosted glass, I saw it's shadow before it pierced the blanket that wrapped me, over and over; each word foreign, unexpected, abrupt, meaningless. Try again. Try harder, keep trying until you fix this. I make sense but the words do not. We both know I've entangled myself in a web I cannot see. The more I struggle the deeper I'm caught, and you say "let go" but I cannot hear your voice. I am screaming, telling everyone that I'm drowning and no one knows why.