=)

"home safe."

now i can only hope

now i can only hope that one of these colleges are the one i belong to.
regrets? yes, but still confidently walking forward...

--

Fly high through broken skies
And say that you'll try not to be late
There's no need to wait
Fly high through broken skies
And say that youll try not to be late
There's no need to wait
We're pushing away

good mornin'



.....good night.

i'm in the mood to snap some snazzy shots. unfortunately, i don't know how to. fortunately, it's time to sleep.

R U ready, rich?

nope...

silent night

tonight is the night that holds reason to to why we congregate, why we know each other, and how we live our lives....

tonight is the night the a perfect, all-powerful, unadulterated God graciously decided to empathize with mankind and humble himself to the vulnerable state of a newborn baby

tonight is the night that He planned, long ago...

tonight is the night...that we celebrate.

silence

silence may quite possibly be the most revealing music of all. the transient music that sways through the streets of cities, between the throngs of people, and into the headphones of a child, deafening the whole atmosphere with a blanket of comfort, or perhaps simply with another's respite. and we are at peace, without a care in our mind but solely the beat to the melody, the lyrics to the song, but the authenticity of the white noise of a standing speaker engenders the bare, naked truth.

peace? for some, possibly, but not for others. the torrential flood of worries, temptations, sins, regrets, pride, jealousy will recompose within.

so what is praise to me?

it's temporarily forgetting about who you are and what you've done, to simply praise Him. it's the ephemeral taste of heaven.

but maybe more importantly, it's the realization when the music delicately evanesces, how we still have those "little weights on [our] feet," weights that we were born with that have amassed greater size within the passing time. it's the realization that we are still here, on earth, where that ethereal ambiance is short-lived. it's the realization that there is something we thirst for that this world cannot provide for us.

but let's not forget the refrain. shall we?

Life's more than girls
God's more than words
You're more than this
So what's your direction?
And where are you now?

Grow, grow where you are
Anchor your roots underneath
Doubt your doubts and believe your beliefs

What's your direction?
What matters most?
What should you know?
What's your direction
All that you've been
Makes who you are now
'Cause I've been ashamed
I've been a fool
You know I've backed down
When I lose direction I pray to be found

He was despised and rejected by men,
A man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering.
Like one from whom men hide their faces
he was despised, and we esteemed him not

it's people like them

so...free, unattached, bold

it's never too late...
fresh new year?

start of...manhood?

He will quiet you with His love...

rest, comfort....

envelope me.

oh gravity...

a strong pull back to the reason why we are.


god uses us...without us even realizing? it's an interesting mix of free will and his will, a concept that i don't think i'll ever grasp, but i'm finally acknowledging it's there.


I've found the place, caught in open arms, when love's embrace mends a broken heart. Here I will stay for all my days



Lord, will you lead me...

hm

happy mediums?

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is it true to say that everyone is out for themselves? every action, every decision?

on paper and in thought, socialism is the perfect ideology. but i'm still against it for the same reasons why i'm apparently liberal for going against government funding of churches.

the will cannot be forced into the people, but rather it must be endemic to the people themselves.

you can't have what you had
and you couldn't have had what you have

so just keep on rolling..

unconsciously

they're waiting for us to step up

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we're not done yet

for greater things have yet to come
and greater things are still to be done

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i can imagine it now

the post-midnight darkness thickly lined with sheer silence and placidity, bright white headlamps illuminating the road ahead of us.

no conventional happy ending, or other sappy tales.

"this is the end, i guess."

"i suppose so."

"it's been good."

"yeah, it has, hasn't it?"

and we'll be off, just like that, continuing on, and maintaining composure.

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you get what you pay for

it's a bit striking to see everything fall into place, looking back. how unnecessary those worries are, and how one really can predict performance from early on. however, evidently this doesn't occur straight across the board, but nevertheless, it really shows how coincidental occurrences may be (or perhaps not coincidental at all, indeed).

time is ticking

Time harbors a vast cauldron of possibilities, stewing every moment, spewing everything out into the white smoke or the halcyon skies--it's how one leads his own life. The execution of time is something we will never escape but be bounded by until some other time, continuously looking forward to another event, another memory until at some point we miss it. The antithesis to our destinies quickly reverse, soon enough looking to the past. Do we all fail to grasp the moment? Paralleling a logistic curve, except we are clueless as to where we stand--the limit, the equivalence point, or perhaps we're just beginning. But we'll never know, and it's most likely different for anyone. I don't really believe the moment exists, but rather in the moment we Enter, maybe past, present, future--longing and reminiscing--will fade into that once white smoke, behind us, and that's what we should hope for.

time is ticking away...

a bit of unfamiliar ground but...

facebook quiz!

"what book of the bible are you?"

Ecclesiastes.
You're a hardheaded realist burned once too often by the flaws of others and the emptiness of what society calls "success." Your wisdom comes from the school of hard knocks, which makes you a great advisor. You can't stand fake sunniness and social climbing; you're true, even if you're a little blue. Your eyes are clear, so without denying the reality of evil, make sure you also look at the goodness that's taking place around you.
--

although they're written to be able attach to a wide audience, it's still an interesting statement...

everything's about smiles and cries, laughs and jibes.

i seek dedication (from you and i) in everything we do.

lol god's a funny guy, in a nice way

matthew 5:46-47

if you love those who love you, what reward will you get? are not even the tax collectors doing that? and if you greet only your brothers, what are you doing more than others? do not even pagans do that?

ignition.
fireworks whisk toward the Gates
upward, onward;
but the law has already sealed Fate
collapsing far short of
the final destination.
why do we still admire their
explosion.

The unadulterated lamb, defiled with all mankind's self-indulgent crimes.
All watch below, cringing as they watch their Beloved transform into a despicable scapegoat.
Why have they forsaken him? Have they no sense of decency, no heart?
But He knows that these selfish thoughts are all contained within the One that he can't bear to look at
Onlookers laugh and deride straight to the face of God,
and with every breathe, they crush the lamb with yet another burden
another sin, and another, and another
all deserving of death.
yet they still stand tall, and it is the lamb that falls

see the rain, pattering lightly
against the elucidated glass,
growing heavier but softer
as she peers out,
as it gloriously tumbles down,
dancing.

waiting.
maybe she should have been out there
but instead distances from it
coldness sates her, severs her asunder
as the warmth remains outside, obscured.

unpredictability

The countless possibilities each day holds should really stagger one, but we rarely process the thought the whole way. We go on with our day, thinking that each day will be another day, and maybe it will be just another day, but everyday can't be simply so....tbc

relationships

i really wonder what my future/current relationships will be like with people after i step out of the sanctuary next august, for that will be the last time that home will be familiar with me. sure, i'll know the place, but the people will different. a new generation with faces i've never seen. even with faces i see, its won't be those faces. it's quite a scary thought actually, and i suppose i've only given a fraction of my life to that church compared to some others. sure, everyone talks about coming back and visiting, but once you leave, it won't be the same when you come back. just like my leave at hillsborough; yes, i definitely did want to go back and visit, but i can't go back to the high school there and suddenly be acclimated. so many unfamiliar faces and strange customs that i am not used to, or rather wasn't around for. And, i thought i knew what relationships would continue even after graduation, but now i'm doubting my guesses. i guess it really depends on the people you meet in college and how close you bond with them, if at all. not to mention, friendships are two-sided, so the other person would have to be in the same predicament too...

as for tonight, i suppose logically i should worry about getting into colleges and finishing high school before i delve in thoughts of post-graduation

God made man,
and the devil made the
finishing touches.

won't you ever learn?
let it burn,
let it burn.

meep

today's end
is tomorrows beginning;
and perhaps,
just perhaps,
i'll be farther along, tomorrow
than i was today.
content.

but not today;
theres always
tomorrow, right?
perhaps, just perhaps...

I've tried more of me
and I've come up dry
trading You for things
things that go away

My happiness is found in less
of me and more of You

When your mind is a mess so is mine I can't sleep 
cause it hurts when I think my thoughts aren't at peace 
With the plans that we make the chances we take 
They're not yours they're not mine 
There's waves that can break 
All the words that we said and the words that we mean 
words can fall short, can't see the unseen 
cause the world is awake for somebody's sake