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We talk like Christians, we talk about Christianity, we act like Christians.
Hearing how powerful Life Concert shifted my mind. I use to think God’s presence can only be felt only if we were Pentecostal. After being exposed to Anglican and Methodist way of church, I stand corrected. Life Concert is held by one of the Anglican churches in SAV. I do regret not going for it, especially after seeing actual lives being changed. It moves me every time.
Connotations from “Redemption” include acceptance, hope and significance. There’s no religion in Redemption, not even remotely. I feel inadequate at the thought of receiving redemption. It is free but so undeserving. The formation of such a statement can’t even keep up with its meaning. We shouldn’t just talk like Christians, talk about Christians or act like Christians.
We should think like Christians, think about Christianity, have values like Christians.
Until then, there is no true redemption. Religion is in no part of redemption. And until then, I don’t represent redemption and I won’t even try to represent religion because I don’t represent the true beauty of redemption.
Finally typing something here is like talking to an old friend, revisiting a forgotten life once lived. Maybe, a new redemption has just begun. Maybe.
A bright student, a fair lady in her youth
A pony prancing, a brewing desire boiled
Then the Siren’s song she sang, her first unwitting move
In her room, a white wedding sheet was found soiled
What she turned out to be, no one ever thought might
Had she been possessed, she would’ve darkened the Devil
Turn off all the lights
A mockingbird sings, ever so evil
This feeling is quite surreal. This feeling of being in the gap of a boy and a man. The first holidays have came and gone. There’s a constant reminder that A levels is coming but oh, it’s still so far away. Yet, my heart still wanders to a time after A levels asking myself, then what?
Putting aside childish things, I’m neither sure what’s going to happen nor what I’m going to do. There’s so much emphasis on the SGC and it’s left me to contemplate whether I should take on a 2nd CCA in the form of debate. It would help in my GP; all of the exco members in debate were on the GP honour’s roll. Yet, I’m afraid I can’t cope.
You know, in life, there are 2 kind of dreams. The one you hope to attain and the one you really want to attain. Academic achievements fall in the latter category but I’m exploring the former. I’ve always wanted to dunk on a real standard-sized basketball court and be able to reverse time to undo my mistakes but then, I’ve a new dream and that’s to meet everyone on this planet.
Such dreams, you know will never come to past, along with such things you choose to believe such as Santa Claus or the key-and-lock theory you held in your childhood, will die off one day in this transition period.
I’m very proud of my cousins for doing so well in their A Levels examinations. I have 2 cousins studying law, 1 getting a doctorate in music, 2 in medicine and 1 in chemical engineering. And I’m struggling to put myself in the same conversation. I’ve seen them through this transition period and they’ve all grown up to be matured young men and women. I wonder when it will be my turn for adulthood to call upon my name.
I feel like I’m thinking too much. I’m studying too little. The workload’s staggering and yet we’ve only begun accelerating. Maybe, this period of acceleration will blind me from this process of maturing as both come in simultaneously. Quoting these lyrics from a love song, I refer it to my past self and possibly a girl (haha) if you change all the “he”s to “she”s:
He drowns in his dreams, an exquisite extreme I know
He’s as damned as he seems and more heaven than a heart could hold
And if I try to save him, my whole world could cave in
It just ain’t right, it just ain’t right
He’s magic and myth, as strong as what I believe
A tragedy with more damage than a soul should see
And do I try to change him? So hard not to blame him
Hold on tight, baby hold me tight
I’m longing for love and the logical but he’s only happy hysterical
I’m searching for some kind of miracle
Waited so long, waited so long
He’s soft to the touch but frayed at the end he breaks
He’s never enough and still he’s more than I can take
Oh and I don’t know, I don’t know what he’s after
But he’s so beautiful, such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful? Or just a beautiful disaster
He’s beautiful
Oh he’s so beautiful
He’s beautiful
- Kelly Clarkson/Beautiful Disaster
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Hello world, MYH & CL are the cutest pairing ever. I’m backing them to go all the way. Thank God MYH ditch his previous girlfriend or this would’ve never happen. So happy for them! :D
I am in misery. There ain’t no other who can comfort me. Why won’t you answer me? The silence is slowly killing me.
Ok, I’m not really in misery. It’s just stuck in my head. I think Maroon 5 and Adam Levine in particular have really been a force in mainstream music for the past decade. They outlived Good Charlotte and Linkin Park. I did an impromptu survey and the girls in my school say they think Adam Levine is the sexiest man alive. Not relevant to me but good to know!
Time is really flying too fast. 1 term down, 7 more to go.
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“My heart will sing no other name… Jesus, Jesus.”
I’m quite convinced that a positive action requires a reversal of negative emotions. Your ego gets bruised a bit and instead of trying to further protect your ego, you get up a bit stronger instead.