Fast Forward Nine Months

Right, I'm still here after 9 months.
Lots have happened

In January, I've recruited my Player 2.
In March, I came back from a Mission Trip to the Philippines
On the 15th of June, I preached my first sermon on Father's Day
In July, I attended the Vision camp and my first seminary class

Lots have happened.
Will keep you all updated

Behold, a New Year hath come!

Greetings and salutations to all my readers, welcome to 2014.
The good news is that you will all continue to receive good news.
The bad news is that its probably going to get worse, but don't take it straight up from a pessimist.

I apologize for not writing sooner, as I was just done handling dengue its ass.
It was tough fighting, and I sometimes thought of the possibility of an early retirement from life.
But never once did I flinch, or turn the trembling cheek. Jon never backs down from death.

We have a mutual understanding, Death and I. She has no power over me because of my boss.
My boss is the boss of Death, and we know we don't mess with the boss.
She does her thing, and I do mine. We have a truce.

Sometimes I stray into her dominion, and she's tempted to take me.
But I stare her down and she knows the Boss is watching. He's ever watchful.
Kinda like Sauron, but good like Gandalf, and a million times awesomer.

The staredown we last had was when I got hit with dengue last Christmas
It was weird, I wasn't cold in the office. Its always cold in the office.
Then the Nerf war began. It was a marvelous slaughter.

But I pushed myself over my physical limitations, and the fever struck.
For a week I was tied down with trippy dreams.
And always her, calling out to me my name, O Death.

However, I dreamt of another one calling my name.
Its weird, cos I don't even recall hearing her voice.
It was like she was mouthing the words or something

Trippy dreams, I kid you not. The facehugger was the last one.
She was just there, drinking beer and staring out to sea
I was about to say something about the night sky

Then some dude strolling the sands got jumped
And we knew, oh we knew what it was, and out of the picnic basket
We drew, we aimed, and we popped our pieces in unison

We couldn't save the man, though,
So we administered the coup de grace
And from that trippyness I awoke.

Thus begins my new year-
Trippy dreams, Nerf wars, Gamer chicks
Grazie, Dio, per la mia vita.

Appreciations and Compositions

Thanks for following my blog

Thanks for supporting my decision to commit to what most would think was a huge mistake

Thanks for supporting me and sending me words of encouragements

Thanks for all the times we've laughed together

Thanks for listening to my rants and complaints

Thanks for giving me the music that I write



I want to write about the music that I write.
Because a lot of the "normal" people out there
Ask me how I do manage to compose.

Where do I start?
I'll start at the beginning.
I start with the beat of the heart.

Its not an abstract idea, really.
I see you, sitting, walking, standing there
On a moonlit night, with the wind in your hair.

In a crowded place, in the cafe
Sipping your drink as you see me
See you sipping that drink.

A restaurant, over Japanese noodles
Your eyes are brown, I hope I didn't stare
As your lips move with a rhythm that I cannot ignore

I think I've fallen in love
with the pure art of beauty that is you
and then it begins, something from deep inside sings.

Amazing, the words flow like poetry
Explaining the strange chemistry
That I can never describe to you face to face

Then comes the music to the beat of my heart
It goes faster and faster and then it stops
Drop that bass for me, you've got me hooked

And then the audience claps. The unwritten song is sung.
You never knew that the phantoms shed tears
It was a masterpiece. But its a song that I'll keep to myself.

Because the world isn't ready. Not for this melody.
Nor for you and for me and its a tragedy.
But you just sit there unknowing, you leave.

The rest is really history, sometimes your song,
Our song, stays and never depart from me
And when I write it down, I compose.

So, ladies and gentlemen, that is how
a Black song is done.

Snow Firefly

Here's to something I've not done before.
A birthday post and nothing more.
So there's a friend called Snow Firefly
For her, another year has gone by.

She's kinda odd, doesn't celebrate years,
This sad, for so many, the cheers
For old Firefly did ring out today
So I'd better find something awesome to say.

At first I promised a surprise
Came out empty, tears in my eyes
Then eureka, why not wishes in prose;
Or better yet, a poem, who knows?

So, have a Happy Birthday, Firefly Snow,
May sunshine be with you where'er you go
May you always find a shelter from rain;
May you always have a seat on the train.

And having thus wished you a Blessed Birthday
I'm running out of things I'm going to say.
Do always smile, just don't look so solemn.
I hope you're surprised as I've finished my poem.

Alea Iacta Est

He stood at the bank of the red river.
Behind him marched more than five thousand grizzled veterans.
In front of him stood the regal city of the seven hills.

How long has it already been, years?
After all the things he made his men do,
They deserved this rest, go back to their farms

See their children, a little grown,
Who before they left dangled upon their knee
And hold their wives, the love of their youths

But not yet. They will cross, they will march
And draw sword upon their own countrymen
More blood must be spilled before peace is secured.

He let the soil fall through his fingers,
Home, home at last, and yet I bring the fire and sword.
Flee, Pompey, before my Thirteenth.

I regret I cannot bring more men,
But this is what I have, and all I need.
Alea Iacta Est, for the die has been cast.

His men cheered, and the horses surged forward
The future godking looked into the distant shore
And Caesar crossed the Rubicon.

Seine

In the movie Now You See Me,
they depict a lovely scene where people lock a padlock
on the river Seine and throw away the keys.

I have no Seine to leave my silent cries at,
no padlocks to lock into a fence forever,
and I'm definitely not about to litter by throwing my keys away.

Thanksgiving has just passed for the Americans (Well, north Americans)
And I know that though we don't celebrate it here in Malaysia,
I thank God that I have someone I trust to whom I will never lie.

It is because of that someone that I don't feel the need to litter the rivers of France
Not only that, I am glad for the conversation we shared.
Witty exchanges are a rare treasure these days.

And now I've come to the point
where I finally found something I cannot reveal.
So what then do I do to unburden myself?

I don't. I simply don't.

Fearless

I'm tired of talking about love for now.
Let today's lecture be on the topic of fear.

Just the other day I had lunch with a lady
(yes, apparently I still manage to find time to go out to lunch with an attractive female)
and one of the things discussed is the difficulty of acquiring a job after university.
Mark ye, undergrads fear unemployment.

And then there's phobias-
Fear of the dark, of spiders, of heights,
of clowns, of zombies, of zombie clowns (yikes!)
The stuff that keep us when we were kids up at night-
Monsters under the bed, creepy crawlies under the sheets.

Then we got older, we became afraid-
of death, someone close to us dying,
of love, and being rejected,
of laughter, directed by others at us.

We became afraid to live

And then we fear becoming irrelevant, of coming out behind
Of being friendless, of being ignored, of being forgotten.

Personally, you know what I am afraid of the most?
I'm afraid I'll never be good enough to live up to my calling.
I'm afraid I'll never achieve my life's purpose.
I'm afraid I'll fall and be unable to finish my race.

Being called into ministry is a comfort and yet a pressure.
You all worry about making a good impression with your employer,
Spare a thought for me! My employer is none other than God Himself!
Now imagine how it feels like if I failed at my job.

You know the one other fear I harboured?
God said, "It is not good for the man to be alone, let Us then make for him a helper"
As of now, I've been roaming the earth without a helper,
And I feel so incomplete. And my fear is that I shall never find a suitable helper for me.

Now THAT'S Scary!

But God did not give us a spirit of fearfulness, but one of power, love and sound judgement.
Challenge yourself today, and be fearless.
I will accomplish my mission,
I will find my helper one day,
I will be fearless.