About your Jesus, and how not to look back
Even if no one believes us
When it hurts so bad, sometimes
Not having you here
i sing
Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up
I need your loving hands to come and pick me up
And every night I miss you
I can just look up
And know the stars are
Holding you, holding you, holding you
Tonight
I ran all the way down the road with jacket in hand and Christ in mind towards home.
I was at Wesley Methodist church with Aloy and Alarice this morning, for communion.
Scripture was based on 1 Samuel 3:5, that Samuel was enthusiastic to hear God speak.
I could see that Alarice wants Aloy to know God even more, to even burn for Him; she was flipping the hymnal and even pointing the words to him (he being Sec 5)
So after that, we walked from Fort Canning to Dhoby Ghaut MRT and took it to Clarke Quay.
Aloy: "Wah that car's like Herbie reloaded."
Liling: "FULLY LOADED LA."
Aloy: " *HAHAHA* Wah loss for words man."
-_-"
They brought me along to Hooters, where Aloy treated us all for lunch.
Alarice had friends over too, and they were cool. (I guess!)
Lots of interesting/O.o stuff happened, especially weird supposedly sexy girls spinning hula hoops on their hips to attract customers, hell lots of good food, an American atmosphere with David Copperfield looking like some Naruto character, photo-taking, sweet corn icecream that tasted "chemical" and Aloy trying to harvest Equal, sugar and salt on a plate.
Like WTF, hahah, I know.
But anyway Aloy was very nice today, I promised him that I'll smile at him in school tomorrow, our classrooms are diagonally opposite each other's anyway.
Then came the GG part.
There's this Xtreme Swing at Clarke Quay, and they had 3 unsuccessful launches in a row.
We got so tired, so we walked to the MRT station and I went home first.
Took the wrong train and whatever, took 171 home.
Chinese tuition's over, and I just got off the phone with Angel.
She's going to Martin's birthday dinner at his place.
I wish I could go (maybe I could!), but I don't wanna be distracted from school tomorrow (because I'll be thinking about everybody's jokes and the emotional times we had and start smiling to myself like some nut).
But I love them all, every single one.
Except Clement.
He freaks me out.
And pisses me off.
Well done!
Last Friday:
We had our very first Sec Three cell, and Ryang said something which made me feel much better.
MY SPIRITUAL LIFE "Highs & Lows" GRAPH:
It looks kinda screwed, especially the last line, but I put effort into it anyway!
Ryang said that no matter how low we are/feel in our spiritual lives, we just have to remember that God was real to us at the high points and He can be real to us at other times when we feel like giving up the race.
Because God rewards the journey, not the goal.
And He already is happy when we want to and long to be closer to Him.
For the days when I have unhappy smileys, I'll reach out.
And He's gonna be there for me through it all.
Ryang also said that he reads our blogs.
I freaked out.
But I guess it was heartwarming to realise how much God has changed our standards of living His way, that we realise how much happier we feel in church than in school or anywhere else.
I'd like to live my entire life at church and give up everything - just for that.
No distractions, no worldly shiz, no negative feelings.
It's not running away from problems, but knowing God's gonna BE the centre of our lives, that He's gonna SOLVE problems, ALTER situations and help us grow.
Yeah, praise You in life's storms, Lord.
Next Friday:
My very first guitar lesson with Martin!
And after this entire week that's gonna kill my brain cells .. CELL but with no Ryan Koh):
I've to wake up at 6 AM again tomorrow.
Tests this week, and art for 3 periods tomorrow, OH YEAAAH.
Listening to Evil, by Interpol.
Saturday was loads of fun, but we hated the rain.
Crashed Leslie's house after Ben&Jerry's.
Hours of badminton, opera singing and personal time of worship at the basketball court alone.
Got to know that Irish's name was supposed to be Iris.
Dinner at Great World.
Then Outram MRT, 174 .. home.
