a new beginning

It's the first day of spring.
The first day of my break that I actually chose to stay at home.
Sleep in, brunch, bum around like a couch potato, the usual.
What I didn't expect was how much thinking I could do in just a few hours.

It's finally spring.
I feel like I should go somewhere else than spend days trying to put in some inspiration into this, blog of mine.
I'm rather not inspired.
The only thing I have left of this are memories, and this is what I am going to leave it at.

Books, music and sports will be my muse.
Come summer, running around outside with the sunshine will be my life.

Live a life of love.
Adios.

=]

When you smile, the whole room lights up.
When you smile, my world seems alright.
When you smile, I could tell a story about why you did so, and maybe somehow I'd be right.
When you smile, I know you're happy.

Oh, I think my previous indifference towards TC was totally wrong. After going to visit today, I realized how much I do want to be around other Christians who share the same passion for Christ that I used to be on fire for. I don't even know how big that fire is now. The huge drive towards a revolution almost seems strange. Well I guess I feel drawn to go to TC next year. I have yet to see what God has in store.

To those who have lost voices, I totally feel your pain and misery and yet underneath it all the enthusiasm.

=]

Put down the pride, take up the courage to walk up to the person you've been unwilling to face.

Put on the smile, take down the frown and hug the person you've been missing all this time.

I did just that today.
It's a really little thing compared to some people
but boy, it makes me feel mm mm good.

a toast

It's like a box of Vitasoy coconut soy drink. {yum} You're drinking it and drinking it, and it's like "Wow, that's some good juice." But then a few seconds after your last drop, you discover a really bad aftertaste in your mouth.

Oh, lo and behold, a can of Orange Crush. The fizz, the colour, the taste. How heavenly. But after your last drop, you discover that it's left the pigment on your tongue, your lips, and possibly even your teeth.

Random post I know. I'm not gonna conclude what those metaphors actually represent.

sorry

Sorry to all those I've vented on.
It's nothing, really.

frustrated

I don't want to give up trying because I know one day you'll understand.
But I don't think I'll ever understand how stubborn you're being.
Like gahh, I just want to haul you to a wall and scream in your face.
I want to tell you how much you're hurting me and I want to tell you to grow up.
And somehow, I'm already desensatized.