beautiful disaster

What I did today:

--1 bio paper
--1 physics paper (I think the publisher cheated me because there were only 20 MCQs instead of 40)
--memorised 'Waltz of the Sugar Plum Fairy' on the guitar (after 3 days of trying)
--read 4 chapters of 'How to Win Friends and Influence People' by Dale Carnegie even though he said not to read it in one shot
--figured out the chords for 'The Way You Look Tonight' on the piano
--used up approximately half a box of tissue for my leaking nose
--sang along as I played 'The Way You Look Tonight' even though my nasal voice makes me sound like a cross between a robot and a man
--filled up 2 pages in my journal
--tried to play 'Free' on the guitar and realised I forgot how to play the chorus. Haha, Ben. But at least I can still do the cool intro thing!
--wondered if the clock in the school hall is slow because there is no way I can write three sides of foolscap paper for Lit in 30 minutes
--listened to 'Furthermore:from the stage' by Jars of Clay
--felt happy for no good reason at all except that 'The Way You Look Tonight' is such a nice song, and I'm halfway through my exams, and tomorrow I get to see civilisation again, and Jon's away torturing Ben, Michelle and Dan (and goodness knows whoever) so I get a rest...and...

It's just sort of nice, sitting here, watching the sun set over this side of the earth. Everything's so quiet and peaceful. The road and the rooftops and the moss growing over the walls are bathed in a soft yellow hue that lends a sort of mysterious quality to the darkness that will soon fall upon this place. The broad green leaves of the plants and trees I see sway gently as the breeze passes, moving to the rhythm of the wind. Time seems to dance by so slowly, licking its lips as it lingers to savour each moment before it is lost.

It is in this peace in which I find myself content, resting here and watching the world pass by. I am, at least for this moment in time, unhurried, not worried about the future or even the present. I peer out of this little box of time in which I have placed myself and see tomorrow and the day after and get a glimpse of the fear, the uncertainty, the alienation I will feel, but these things do not frighten me.

Nothing Cambridge, Hwa Chong, malicious viruses, disobedient skin or absent company throw at me is bigger than my God.

jac was here with you 11/06/2004 05:44:00 pm

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My Destiny
Psalm 46 (NASB)
God is our refuge and strength,
A very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth should change
And though the mountains slip into the heart of the sea;
Though its waters roar and foam,
Though the mountains quake at its swelling pride.

There is river whose streams make glad the city of God,
The holy dwelling places of the Most High.
God is in the midst of her, she will not be moved;
God will help her when morning dawns.
The nations made an uproar, the kingdoms tottered;
He raised His voice, the earth melted.
The Lord of hosts is with us;
The God of Jacob is our stronghold.

Come, behold the works of the Lord,
Who has wrought desolations in the earth.
He makes wars to cease to the end of the earth;
He breaks the bow and cuts the spear in two;
He burns the chariots with fire.
"Cease striving and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth."
The Lord of hosts is with us;
The God of Jacob is our stronghold.