We are created for the pleasure of God.

I have created you. and gave a heart that longs for me. Unless you seek me, and dwell in me. You would never be fulfilled.

But even as so, this heart i gave you blesses you. Because ultimately you will know that i am the one that is the most important. I am the one that you should please.

Live is wonderful

If this was your last they on earth.. What would you do?
(what a cliche question.. but this is of great value)

If what you are doing today.. isn’t what you would do if this is your last day on earth..  and if it is something that you are not enjoying.. then why continue doing it. (but, yeah.. don’t take it to the extreme)

I think we ought to enjoy life more. Perhaps not in a way that we just play  (playing game is somewhat draining to me) our life away.. but maybe.. to take time off to do something we enjoy.. just for the love of it..
or perhaps we need to learn to enjoy life as it self..

So what is something that you have always wanted to do.. and haven’t been doing because you are too busy? perhaps.. you could try having some fun..

Poems

heh.. been trying to explore writing poem. and yes. It definitely served me well, helping me express myself better..

I realised, my friend (20 oct ‘09)

Hello, Goodbye. The days went by.
I never realised
A part of me; a shadow behind.
I never realised
The Good that completes my good ole days.
I never realised
My smile tonight.
I realised

That though you don’t know me
and can not be by my side always.
You are my friend, my gem, my joy.
I realised.

off with the facade, off with your everything (24 oct ‘09)

Oh, what youthful Pride!
Oh, what eagerness to prove himself
Knowledge, wisdom adn even morals
He tried to show that he was someone special

Oh, what insecurity!
Oh, what lust for glory!
Seemingly righteous and even true
He kept a covetous heart for the talented

Oh, what broken soul!
Oh, what a disheartened!
Till he bring a humble heart
Till he come home naked
He shall neither know life nor joy

never felt this way before..

why so downcast, o my soul..
why so disturbed within me..

who would understand…
i don’t even understand..

i think i’m crazy

Sam..

tut..tut..tut..
the motor of the boat died again..

Sam looked back at it as he withdraws his fishing rod.

“Man! How many times does this stupid motor have to die on me.” sam thought to himself

He made his way slowly to the engine box at the tail of his small boat. He didn’t feel like starting the motor once again.

“whats the point? its gona die again anyway..”

Sam had been long out at sea. Faithfully casting his rod, hoping for a great harvest. Well, its not that he hasn’t caught any fish, in fact, he has caught quite a few.. but his catch wasn’t satisfying.. He questioned himself, asking if he wasn’t contented.. but it doesn’t seem to be quite a satisfactory answer for him.. And most importantly, this fishing business has worn him out..

As the sun retreats back into the shadows, casting a beautiful and soft pastel colour in the sky.. Sam wondered was it time to head back home.. He was tired..

Sam looks at the engine box.. and gave a loud sigh.. He wasn’t sure what is his motivation.. he pulls and pulls and pulls… the motor coughed…the propeller started rotating… and he continues on; on his lonesome journey..