tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61805172011-04-22T04:11:04.064+10:00Melancholic DerivationsSentimentality is synonymous with vulnerability. Remember that.Travellernoreply@blogger.comBlogger2361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-36061109677302006682008-03-31T01:48:00.002+11:002008-03-31T01:53:43.187+11:00Invisible WallThe wall, the wall, it seals itselfClamming up all Hope, Closing up all FateGlances exchanged, confessions madeYet still, all is but a melancholy arcade.Will we see the end thus far?Pray tell, pray tellFor uncertainty and darkness cloudEven Light which invades only blindsSeek and ye shall find, seek and ye shall find?Things to be said, whispered fables in earsAll but facades of whatTravellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-15015881140892321592007-11-15T03:19:00.000+11:002007-11-15T03:30:59.685+11:00HomeboundTime is a commodity which we always seem to take for granted. How many times have we, as humans, complained that time flies? It certainly seems so again this year, because in a matter of hours I will be leaving Melbourne for the summer for the fourth and final time in my undergraduate life.Reflection is a trait which we often seem to miss especially in the midst of hectic schedules and Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-76074266483134329182007-11-01T14:41:00.000+11:002007-11-01T14:52:45.913+11:00Immeasurable LoveI've been silent these past weeks, partly due to the examinations but also partly due to my attempt to re-convene 'audiences' with Jehovah God nightly. It's been good, but this song by Casting Crowns perfectly encapsulated what the daily struggle of a Christian entails.Casting Crowns - East to WestHere I am Lord and I'm drowning In your sea of forgetfulness The chains of Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-92133299819373032932007-10-10T17:33:00.000+10:002007-10-10T17:41:59.004+10:00Whatever It TakesLifehouse's new album is absolutely amazing, and I know no amount of words I put on this journal could possibly do justice to the intricacy of the album. The lyrics, the tunes, the synthesizing of mild melancholy and silent resignation. It's so.....Lifehouse.Here's one of them that's been on auto-repeat for most of the day. No obvious connotations though, because everything's Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-43489692113534494562007-09-30T02:17:00.000+10:002007-09-30T02:46:25.939+10:00Woeful EpiphaniesWhat brings about this search for the Truth? A desperate need so finely ingrained within us that even our attempts to deny the Truth have resulted in a further confirmation of this desperate searching. Who determines where we go or stay? Whether we live or die? What is the human will? Where do we go after we leave this Earth? Is God theistic or deistic? Does God still speak to usTravellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-72980033084823358442007-09-08T14:40:00.000+10:002007-09-08T14:49:16.201+10:00Grey StasisHave I still got you to be my open door? I assume not.Damien Rice - Grey RoomWell I've been here before, I've sat on the floor, in a grey grey room.Where I stay in all day, I don't eat, but I play, with this grey grey food.Desolate. If someone is prayin', then I might break out.Desolate. Even if I scream, I can't scream that loud.I'm all alone again, crawling back home again, just Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-27465066680632270602007-08-30T03:25:00.000+10:002007-08-30T03:37:45.900+10:00I RememberI remember the day so clearly, it was those crippling words which bore a hole through my soul. They cut into me like a knife through butter, crippling what was already a jaded spirit.I remember it well, the first time I sawYour head round the doorCause mine stopped workingI remember it well, there was wet in your hairI was stood in the stairAnd time stopped movingThere were occasions Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-85878425291012454302007-08-17T01:22:00.000+10:002007-08-17T01:38:00.259+10:00Contemplative StirringsI'm nearing the end of my journey in Melbourne, one which leaves me astounded as to the ferocity with which time has snatched the moments away from my grasp. In approximately 7 months (excluding the summer break in Singapore), I would have ended undergraduate life and begun to take the first steps into the throes of the working world. In approximately 7 months, I will Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-86030371134076646342007-08-06T02:16:00.000+10:002007-08-06T02:27:20.254+10:00Irresistible GraceHow does one go through life resisting infinite grace when it is handed on a silver platter? How do scientists look at the inner workings of nature and conclude an evolutionary thesis? How do people use the Proverbs found in the Bible everyday and not accede to them? Shocking, but an increasingly astounding fact. Simply put, the veil which continues to cloud the vision of the Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-86630058951421733122007-07-17T13:58:00.000+10:002007-07-17T14:15:17.631+10:00Final YearThe winter of 2007's finally set in, bringing with it chilly winds and single-digit temperatures. It's bringing a sense of deja vu as well, harking my mind back to the winter of 2004 when I first arrived in Australia as a blurry-eyed, fresh 'graduate' from the school of hard knocks (Army la!). Perhaps what's most pertinently enlightening about the flashbacks are the fact that these 3 Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-53453952405895115722007-06-30T00:49:00.000+10:002007-06-30T01:14:46.581+10:00A Farewell"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players." Words quoted by famous playwright William Shakespeare in 'As You Like It' and words so pertinently true for what's facing me now. As I draw nearer to the completion of my undergraduate life, I begin to acutely feel the pinch of loss as friends I've made here take steps towards other chapters of their life, especially Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-75052730711470922082007-06-23T02:13:00.001+10:002007-06-23T02:24:07.654+10:00The Meaning of EverythingWhat is life about? Quintessentially the question every human being, religion and science has been trying to answer since the dawn of time. Some have defined it as merely time moving in circular motions, creating parallel universes and unchangeable destiny. Some see it more in the supernatural realm and attempt to fuse the supernatural with the physical. Will we, however,Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-65028866574626008492007-05-26T00:30:00.000+10:002007-05-26T02:38:03.361+10:00Encompassing LoveAnd there I was, the entire tide of the world's torrents raging against my solitary figure. It was hard not to shed a tear, hard not to buckle and succumb. And just as I felt my own strength begin to waver, a Hand propped me up from behind; not only straightening my figure but also recharging my tired disposition.You will get through this Joel, and you will come out all the Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-79715630142877500622007-05-20T12:59:00.000+10:002007-05-20T13:13:04.748+10:00Finding ContentmentI haven't been happy in a long while, that much I admit. If you asked me when was the last time I felt truly at bliss, at peace, I'd say it's been far too long since that instance for me to recall off-hand. Simply put, I've had trouble finding simple contentment in the smaller things in life and all I've done is focus on the shortcomings and adversities I've had to overcome. Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-58892381623314428452007-05-10T21:24:00.000+10:002007-05-10T21:30:28.194+10:00Dead InsideSplender - I Think God Can ExplainThere's a lot of things I understandAnd there's a lot of things that I don't want to knowBut you're the only face I recognizeIt's so damn sweet of you to look me in the eyesIt's alright, I'm okayI think God can explainI believe I'm the sameI get carried awayIt's alright, I'm okayI think God can explainI'm relieved, I'm relaxedI'll get over it, yeahThe Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-84483491705358778912007-05-10T01:01:00.000+10:002007-05-10T01:18:53.972+10:00Closing DoorsHe twitched, gingerly opening his eyes to the glaring light. Rubbing his eyes slowly, he sat up and took note of his surroundings. Cool air, sweet smell of dew, birds singing in the trees; it was everything you might have hoped to wake up to. He stirred, rustling the pile of dead leaves as he got up to explore his surroundings. Where was this place? It felt so serene and yet, Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-34912535218626064742007-05-05T00:16:00.000+10:002007-05-05T00:28:20.372+10:00Spiderman 3Disclaimer: Do not read if you have not watched Spider-Man 3!I've never been particularly fond of Peter Parker and his alter ego, Spiderman. To me, they represented an anti-thesis to the 'conflicted superhero' theme I've always believed to be the most interesting. Simply put, Peter Parker exhibits too much joy and happiness which stems from the almost perfect life that he's enjoying. Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-75099196102962136712007-04-30T01:43:00.000+10:002007-04-30T02:14:49.625+10:00Lyrics Re-writtenIt's never been easy for meTo find words to go along with a melodyBut this time there's actually something on my mindSo please forgive these few brief awkward linesSince I met you my whole life has changedIt's not just my priorities you've re-arrangedI was living in the pastBut somehow you've brought me backAnd I haven't felt like this since before facing cold hard factsAnd now ITravellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-83414242200145349222007-04-29T23:37:00.000+10:002007-04-29T23:54:21.200+10:00Contused ConfusionIf there's one thing that I've been starkly and constantly reminded of, it's that romance is similar to a chess game. There are two players, essentially in the game. They try to guess and second-guess the other person's moves and depending on level of interest, they make moves to counter or to checkmate. I always wished it would be more simple, that things didn't have to be so Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-61963854127283864342007-04-08T16:46:00.000+10:002007-04-08T17:02:54.483+10:00Easter HiatusIt's been an edifying few days. Easter Camp at Ebenezer was particularly rewarding because not only were the seminars and themes delivered powerfully from the pulpit, the company was excellent as well. I'm slowly beginning to enjoy being in this church, and I hope that this time, it won't turn all awry like how the last experience did. It's been great meeting the young adults at Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-6424759377589453292007-04-01T02:20:00.000+10:002007-04-01T02:36:17.936+10:00Maybe, just maybe.I thought about something today and it wasn't something very nice. Granted, it's far-fetched at this point and yet, its not unconceivable. But I wonder, just wonder if it's God trying to tell me the answer to the question that I've been asking all this while. I need confirmation, desperately. Because not knowing God's will is something Man has been contending with for all of Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-89845955223465168042007-03-29T12:00:00.000+10:002007-03-29T12:02:59.043+10:00The Voice of TruthThis song really speaks to me, how it speaks about unshakeable faith, how God is always in control. Amen, He is.Casting Crowns - Voice of TruthOh what I would do to have The kind of faith it takes To climb out of this boat I'm in Onto the crashing waves To step out of my comfort zone Into the realm of the unknown where Jesus is And He's holding out His hand But the waves are Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-57256634075774609852007-03-28T00:39:00.000+10:002007-03-28T00:58:19.821+10:00A Dark Valentine'sIt was a day like any other. I remember complaining about the fact that I would have to do community service as part of school requirements and how you told me it was a good thing to be able to help the needy. I smirked and shrugged it off, dismissing you faster than you could utter another phrase. The car ride was silent, interrupted briefly only by the conversation you tried Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-60423514215721438552007-03-20T23:46:00.000+11:002007-03-20T23:56:56.868+11:00Entrusting AllThere are times in our human existence where we imagine ourselves infallible, we believe that our mind overcomes every obstacle. Where does it stop, though? Only when our mistake has led to disastrous consequences both for ourselves and those around us? Or when we're gently reminded that we are but finite in this infinite reality? They say death is the great equalizer of men. How Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-91559486155663948582007-03-19T01:41:00.000+11:002007-03-19T02:00:40.489+11:00Unreachable HeightsThe pale moonlight runneth deep,Casting shadows upon thine stony creek.Yet shadows not they be,For ghosts of pasts forgotten,Love the darkness and the negligence.Thine own failure, thine must pay.Yet thy own failure, forgiven may.Lacking strength or courage thus,Entrust. Entrust.Slipping into hatred now,Shalt God save us as he save thou?O, foolish mortals yetLook not beyond Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-73859303338941374902007-03-16T01:47:00.000+11:002007-03-16T01:58:56.633+11:00Salting Old WoundsYou never know when life will throw you a curveball, you really never will. The conversation with S forced much introspection, much deep thought as to how I've been living my life. Ashamedly, I haven't exactly been a model Christian. I've failed one too many times and succumbed to weaknesses I should have overcome a long time ago. 'Demons' which should have been subdued rear Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-5434152654818660742007-03-10T14:18:00.000+11:002007-03-10T14:21:44.061+11:00Meaningful RevelationsFeeder - Feeling A MomentFeeling the moment slip away Losing direction you're losing faith You're wishing for someone Feeling it all begin to slide Am I just like you? All the things you do, can't help myself How do you feel when there's no sun?And how will you be when rain clouds come?They'll pull you down againHow will you feel when there's no one?Am I just like you?Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-56907960169960160112007-03-04T00:42:00.000+11:002007-03-04T01:00:18.604+11:00A Letter To YouHi,Being the cautious person I am, I would never allow you to read this. Because what I'm about to detail are things which I hold dear to my heart, things which if insensitively treated, might hurt me. I realise that typing this in a public blog runs contrary to what I seem to want, but that's what I like about the Internet; No one will ever know who you are, and hence, my Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-63350496596154652072007-02-22T00:12:00.000+11:002007-02-22T03:26:53.532+11:00360 TurnaroundI think the title aptly describes a possible scenario which may greet me at the end of this year. Coming back to foreign surroundings in Singapore and not recognising things which made me comfortable, which were representations of my childhood. How do you say goodbye to a house you spent your entire conscious life in? How do you spend the last night in an embodiment of your memoriesTravellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-55787962748325681692007-02-17T02:02:00.000+11:002007-02-17T05:23:51.757+11:00Saying My GoodbyesThey say that goodbyes are the hardest part to swallow down in a person's life. I've never felt the essence of that statement, the emotionality of it usually bouncing off the stone cold shield I've erected around myself. Till today.My internship at Ernst & Young ended today, leaving me in slight limbo over the way I'd spend the rest of my 6 days in Singapore. I realise I've Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-15167531351770710782007-01-29T02:39:00.000+11:002007-01-29T02:54:45.574+11:00Looking ForwardA drop of salt into a freshwater pond changes it fundamentally, altering its chemical composition and over time, even its eco-system. So too do experiences change our lives, altering our emotional and maturity compositions. My internship has definitely altered my mindset, bringing to focus both the harsh realities of working life and at the same time, how bliss can be found in Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-42022372966100715722007-01-06T12:13:00.000+11:002007-01-06T15:23:53.342+11:00Masked BetrayalAs human beings, it is normal to crave righteousness, to know that we're in the right and that everyone else who doesn't agree is in the wrong. Essentially, throughout the history of Man, it has been a struggle against the 'others' who quite simply, don't agree with our point of view. Because they don't, they are the enemy and must most certainly be wrong. I am no exception then; ITravellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-48008362826703465272007-01-01T06:27:00.000+11:002007-01-01T06:59:00.213+11:00New Year BluesIt was a pretty interesting New Year party which was spent with the OCFers. Food, drinks and plenty of camaraderie seemed to temporarily mask the troubled thoughts I've been having in recent times. Perhaps it's a tad bit too melodramatic to classify the thoughts I've been having as troubling, quite simply because they don't affect me in terms of physical, mental or spiritual health.Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-67920143374949821332006-12-25T04:38:00.000+11:002006-12-25T04:54:54.424+11:00Christmas SolitudeIt's been sometime since the last post, most notably due to a change in schedule owing to my ongoing internship. Suffice to say, the job's been stretching me to the limit, challenging my spontaneity and resourcefulness in ways I could never have envisioned myself accomplishing. The stretching has been part and parcel of the job, and it's become part and parcel of life ideology. Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-52687580575122791652006-12-10T03:38:00.000+11:002006-12-10T06:54:31.894+11:00Till Death Do Us PartI've been in semi-hiatus mode from blogging, partly due to a 'comatose' state I've been in for the past few weeks but mostly due to an apparent lack of inspiration with regards to my blog content. I don't believe in just blogging about my life and what I did, simply because I don't think those things are important enough for me to actually own a webspace and to tell blog Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-8600321487041348962006-11-25T02:39:00.000+11:002006-11-25T14:55:58.466+11:00The Hammer BlowTonight's the night. The night I put the final nail in the coffin to any hope of us salvaging anything from the relationship. From December 16th 2005 till now, I'd always secretly harboured silent hopes of us somehow finding the resolve or chemistry to once again mend what's broken down between us. There were nights in secret where I'd try to look on the bright side of things, Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-24827613512688154502006-11-18T04:12:00.000+11:002006-11-18T04:47:14.316+11:00New HorizonsI've blogged alot in the past year about melancholy, solitude and my dark thoughts. It was unavoidable, given the circumstances I found myself caught in; a maelstrom of uncertainty and hurt, washed away in my own grief and already melancholic nature. It hasn't been easy dealing with the issues this past year, but I'm glad to say I've come out stronger than before. I know I've declaredTravellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-8936376820799084992006-11-07T04:24:00.000+11:002006-11-07T04:34:22.230+11:00Reverent TrepidationIt is in the dead of night as my fingers hammer away at the keyboard, as if in a desperate attempt to encapsulate all that I've just experienced. But do words suffice when the presence of God is upon you? I think not. Simply because God is a spiritual experience. That need for God is something experienced from deep within the crevices of the incomplete soul, and not one which Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-26687758984552964482006-11-02T01:17:00.000+11:002006-11-02T01:30:21.963+11:00Fleeting ThoughtsIt's been sometime since I last posted any semblance of a thread, probably due in part to my examinations and also lack of opportunity or space for thought in the midst of the stress. Well, those examinations ended today, leaving most of the afternoon free for me to wander about in solitary thought.I'm used to friends coming up to me and telling me they've gotten together with Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-91076605954198818312006-10-19T13:58:00.000+10:002006-10-19T14:08:04.080+10:00I AchePerhaps I'm just that sort of person who will never be able to hold down a steady relationship. Because when push comes to shove, I've never managed to make someone I love feel secure, loved and protected. We are all shaped by our experiences as children and adolescents, and perhaps that's what's made me what I am. Sadly, I probably will never afford someone the love and kind of attention Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-91555258392210746962006-10-14T18:03:00.000+10:002006-10-14T18:08:10.566+10:00'Good Friend'Nine Days - Good FriendI used to think that you were someone elseThen I'd lose my mind each dayI used to think that I could help myselfBut its true what they sayThere's no reason without a wayThis isGood Bye to you and MeWhat a good friend you've been to meAnd I owe it all to youEvery good thing that I do is youI used to wish that I was someone elseThen I'd dream away the dayThose Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1160729041227021402006-10-13T18:36:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:44:15.639+10:00BusybeeI haven't posted recently and I chose a particular inauspicious time to update the blog. It's Friday the 13th, and the weather outside's been somewhat parallel to that experienced in Hell. In a word, it's HOT. It was 36C yesterday and today was set to hit 30C until a cool front came over Melbourne in the afternoon and bathed the city in cool, 22C fresh air. The bad thing about heat here isTravellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1159729577780577582006-10-02T04:58:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:45:06.035+10:00Songs of Seasons PastI really hate it when songs do this to me. Sigh.李圣杰 - 最近你最近不说话怎麽了?为什麽?是不是有什麽事让你不快乐?听说你最近很孤单有点乱有点慌可是我却不能够在你的身旁我想要的你却不能够给我你全部你能给的却又不是我想要拥有的我们不适合也不想认输好几次我们抱着彼此都是想要哭你常解释这样的一切都只是开始我觉得是所有的一切早就已结束不想再约束不要再痛苦下一次会有更好的情路爱你却不能给我你全部你能给的却又不是我想要拥有的我们不适合也不想认输好几次我们抱着彼此都是想要哭你常解释这样的一切都只是开始我觉得是所有的一切早就已结束不想再约束不要再痛苦下一次会有更好的情路这一次我们都能很幸福.Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1159288082070338872006-09-27T02:10:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:40.428+10:00Frail We AreThe trip went perfectly. We got there and enjoyed ourselves thoroughly, barbequing under the stars, laughing and joking whilst Taboo was played and generally, basking in each other's warmth and friendship. I did have the time for self-reflection in the midst of the 13-strong crowd, and I figured it was better if I got all of this down before it left the forefront of my Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1158937257511152702006-09-23T00:50:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:40.354+10:0023 on my 23rd on the 23rd of September. Remember, remember.So here it is, another year has come and gone, bringing with it memories both regrettable and joyful. I'm supposed to be another year older, another year wiser and of course, another year closer to my death. Somehow some people I did not expect to remember my birthday remembered and wished me and yet some people I expected to remember didTravellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1158158416533886362006-09-14T00:26:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:40.278+10:00Unshakeable.A random stranger came up to me the other day, presumably to evangelise and eventually ending up talking to me about theological issues. It's strange really, how people can actually pluck up the courage to talk to a random person about spiritual issues, things which have become taboo in today's empirical reality. It's further evidence of God's immense power to change perspectives and Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1157171618397608602006-09-02T14:22:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:40.209+10:00Cloudy InsidesI think I've learnt quite a few things over the past few days. It's been tumultuous and at the same time, really enriching. Certain events which I didn't expect to take place, took place. And to say that I was left bewildered by them would be an understatement. But the disappointment has subsided, because I realise it's nothing new to be disappointed in life. It's really just part Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1156561941978441792006-08-26T13:03:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:40.136+10:00An Alternate Worldview张智成 - 爱情树我不要你在我身边却看着蓝天 不看我的脸我但愿你快乐地飞而将来要相爱 都还有时间风开始在吹 孤独好直接爱最苦的是不能相依偎然而我会等着你 回来的季节我的爱情是一棵树永远不会离开一步风雪多残酷 我想我挺得住我的生命是一棵树只愿成为你的归宿我义无反顾 守护你是最大的幸福最深的温柔是成全我张开双臂 任凭你来回最痛的时候就思念扎了根的心 不可能撤退风开始在吹 孤独好直接爱最苦的是不能相依偎然而我会等着你 回来的季节我的爱情是一棵树永远不会离开一步风雪多残酷 我想我挺得住我的生命是一棵树只愿成为你的归宿我义无反顾 从日落到日出我的爱情是一棵树我义无反顾 守护你是最大的幸福守护你是最大的幸福.Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1156396642155198292006-08-24T15:00:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:40.066+10:00The Principle of EntropyThere are alot of things in life we wish we'd rather not have done. Some refer to these actions as regrets, I prefer to see them as lessons learnt. So why regrets? Life is essentially a linear path, one which you trod down and find yourself unable to turn back if need be. All you can do then, is wistfully gaze at what could have been and to enter the future with Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1155741325627215632006-08-17T01:05:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:39.991+10:00Spring BeckonsIt's been a sunny few days, perhaps reflective of what's been festering within my soul. Despite the dark and troubled days which have incessantly seemed to gravitate around my life, I've recently begun to slowly, as they say metaphorically "chase those dark clouds away". So it becomes a possibility then, one day the melancholy will be lifted and I return to my usual self. But wait? Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1155133625870941592006-08-09T23:50:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:39.919+10:00National PrideI'll be honest. I've never been known to be particularly patriotic towards Singapore, the passion that comes together in speech when I serve up condemnation and scorn upon how Singapore is run and its various problems. But I think being overseas has put things in a new perspective... placing all those gripes I had with Singapore in the backburner and making me feel like Singapore isTravellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1154012567828647602006-07-28T00:54:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:39.840+10:00What's Left Of MeWatched my life pass me by in the rearview mirror.Pictures frozen in time are becoming clearer.I don't wanna waste another day, stuck in the shadow of my mistakes.'Cause I want you, and I feel you crawling underneath my skin.Like a hunger, like a burning, to find a place I've never been.Now I'm broken, and I'm faded. I'm half the man I thought I would be.But you can have what's Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1153822033842908172006-07-25T19:56:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:39.769+10:00Loveshit CycleIt's a new semester, new beginning for some, old suffering for others. It's strange though, to find out that people all around you are slowly getting attached when deep down you feel all fragmented inside. Perhaps it's the sheer loneliness of being in a foreign land, perhaps it's just the basic human drive for companionship, but the amount of friends getting into relationships is Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1152362118054777622006-07-08T22:19:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:39.699+10:00Undeniable TruthIt is evening as the great wooden doors of the church open for a Sunday service. Even as I step into the auditorium, I am taken aback at the sheer multitude who have gathered to give praise to the eternal Sovereign. But it is not the numbers which amaze me, rather the atmosphere inside and the stirring within my soul that the Holy Spirit is present. The physiological reactions Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1152251188920284242006-07-07T15:35:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:39.627+10:00I'll SingYes, I will. Even though the world may fall down around me, even if every surrounding pillar of support crumble to the ground and decimate my hopes for life. The tides of adversity may be shoring up every last crevice which the rays of sunlight creep through, but in all these I must acknowledge His sovereignty over the situation. In hardship, there must be a silent compliance with the Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1151508266944728722006-06-29T00:58:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:39.557+10:00Restoring CalmBitterness can do strange things to human reasoning, including distorting a perfectly sound view of it. Melancholy can also cloud judgement, bringing dark clouds to bear over perfectly fine skies. In a sense, perhaps that's what's been happening recently with regards to me and you. I know I said I'd stay calm, I'd move on and I'd continue living life, but the truth is...everything Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1150859487927364342006-06-21T13:05:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:39.485+10:00I Don't, Do I?Elton John - I Want LoveI want love, but it's impossibleA man like me, so irresponsibleA man like me is dead in placesOther men feel liberatedI can't love, shot full of holesDon't feel nothing, I just feel coldDon't feel nothing, just old scarsToughening up around my heartBut I want love, just a different kindI want love, won't bring me downWon't brick me up, won't fence me inI wantTravellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1150096520717128242006-06-12T16:42:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:39.415+10:00A Familiar TaleIt was almost evening now and the night would soon return, bringing with it the pain and suffering. He glanced at the now setting sun and began to wonder how many more nights of anguish and insanity his body would permit. His beloved wife and his children were now just a distant memory, lost in the torrents of loss he felt each time he thought about his life before the convulsions Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1149580339071182612006-06-06T17:38:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:39.343+10:00Deleted, Depleted.The realization certainly hit me hard, the fact knowing that you've effectively shut me out from your life. It's in no way pertinent that I'd planned on us getting back together or anything but the minimum of a platonic friendship you've seemed to turn your back on. Knowing that you deleted me from your MSN list today shocked me, because I actually logged onto that MSN Deleter Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1149354048487004642006-06-04T02:48:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:39.274+10:00Somewhere In The MiddleIt's June, and as I've always said, time really flies. Funny how we always complain about time crawling at a snail's pace when we least want it to, then once we're out of that little predicament we find ourselves in, it seems to then whizz by in a flash. The memories of me returning on that flight with Rongyao in February still seem fresh in the mind, my ensuing struggle Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1148895867309022732006-05-29T19:32:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:39.196+10:00Hate DefinedI realise my last post made me sound very bitter, angry and perhaps even vengeful. But quite the contrary, I'm feeling quite calm and collected about the entire thing. It's perhaps been too long for me to even scarcely feel the hurt or anger and I'm honestly fine about it all. Things always happen for a reason, and they always occur within God's framework. That's something I've Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1148749750724510022006-05-28T02:52:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:39.130+10:00The Light At The EndTo say it's been a tumultuous few months since December would be an understatement. Some things are hard to take especially when you put so much faith and hope in them, and they leave you with crumbs at the end. Fear, depression, anxiety, sadness all flashed through my mind at one point or another. Somehow, I feared I would never recover, that life would never be the same, Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1148059153234115472006-05-20T03:17:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:39.061+10:00褰╄�瑰ぉ���浣����涓������胯�洪�藉��浜����锛�绛�搴�������褰╄�瑰ぉ�����界��浜�锛���������╀�������芥��浼ゅ��������蹇�锛�韬插�ㄦ�块�撮��涔����涓�浜����������瀹� - 褰╃孩澶╁�����涓���ヤ��瑙����寰�寰���ㄤ�����绉�椋������������煎�ゅ����ュ敖���瀛ゅ����藉�剁�������肩�����宸���充负���蹇�璧板��瀵����璺����椋�杩�榛����.���涓���讳�����涔�璁稿ソ杩�涓����琚������惧�冲�ㄦ�块�存�ｆ�����������寤����������绌鸿��涓�澹板０���杞诲�����蹇����涓�������涔������辩��缂�?��句����版�瑰��寰�褰╄�瑰ぉ���.���浣�璇寸����卞�ㄧ�ㄥ垢绂�瑙�Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1147657592728325012006-05-15T11:40:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:38.991+10:00Hello, Lonely.This is the type of song you'd want to listen to on a cold autumn morning when the sky is murky grey and you're trudging along, braving the wind to university. Just magnificent.Hello Lonely - Theory Of A DeadmanHello lonelyHow you doin' today?Hello sweet thingWhy don't you walk this way?Hello, you againHow could you go and be so cold?She said "Goodbye sad man"'Cuz all this pain is Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1147516607524290482006-05-13T20:22:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:38.923+10:00A TributeThis is it then, the end of an era. An era in which passion, determination and fierce loyalty characterised Newcastle United's dressing room. Although the trophies never arrived in these 10 years, Alan Shearer's leadership during this period has been worth far more than that. His refusal of Manchester United's offer in 1996 to sign for his hometown club spoke volumes of the man's Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1147179479623773212006-05-09T22:46:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:38.832+10:00Autumn ComesThe orange maple leaves flutter in the windSignalling, announcing, floundering.The season of death, everlasting.Autumn.A lonely figure traverses the mountain slopesIn search of his soul and humanity lost.He fights his way onward, climbs and gropesLost in the darkness, entombed in frost.Will past mistakes return to haunt?Is love truly gone?Only he dost know, or does he know not?PerhapsTravellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1147071276416893852006-05-08T16:50:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:38.759+10:00A New HopeDoes fate really exist? Can serendipity bind two in a single moment in time? I watched this music video and really loved how they simplified the whole notion of fate at work. Check this out.Daniel Powter - Bad DayThat point in the MTV where he smiled enviously at the old couple, I know too well how that feels.Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1146795255528872352006-05-05T12:02:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:38.691+10:00The Triumph Of RealismPolitical apathy is something Singaporeans have come to be synonymous with. Ask the layman on the street what he feels about the latest economic issues or social policies introduced by the People's Action Party and you'd be hard pressed to gain a meaningful response. Simply put, Singaporeans have been brought up to focus on the now and present, making ends meet and getting Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1146274212186769572006-04-29T11:12:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:38.620+10:00Short SiestaIt's getting to that time of the semester again, the time where assignments begin to pile and mid-semesters loom in the horizon. And it's also at times like these where I wish I could relax by the Cancun beach in Mexico sipping a glass of margherita(sp?) and just enjoying the cool sea breeze. At times during various points of the day, my mind tunes out and just for that few seconds Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1145632208206272752006-04-22T01:03:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:38.555+10:00One Year OnAlot can happen in the span of a year, at least that's what I've found out.In one year, empires are built and destroyed.In one year, relationships can be formed and ruined.In one year, marriages can be made and divorced.In one year, alliances can be agreed and cancelled.Yet in one year, hurts deep in the heart cannot be resolved.It was strange today at cell, that the theme for worship Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1145554244609740382006-04-21T03:21:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:38.485+10:00The Doldrums of EasterIt's almost the end of easter break, and it's been a pretty uneventful one. Been cooped up mostly at home, lost in my own thoughts whilst braving the cold and rain outside. In some ways, I'm thankful that there's not been much to do this holidays. At least I don't quite have to fake a smile and tell everyone I'm ok when I'm not. At least the lying will stop somewhere, and inTravellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1144333411768788552006-04-07T00:12:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:38.417+10:00After AllAfter the jolting shock, comes the disbelief. And after disbelief, comes the complete denial. The denial, however, cannot merely linger. It must also give way to immense grief, which then translates into sorrow. Sorrow, as an emotion, must also become pensiveness and quiet acceptance. And finally, after everything has come and past...then comes....apathy.Apathy. Such a big word, yet it Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1143852351181328892006-04-01T12:37:00.000+11:002006-10-13T18:38:38.348+10:00How do songs do this? Just how? They dig up all those ghosts of memories past hiding deep within your cerebral and replay them on a video screen in front of your eyes. I should know, the video's been left running for the past 4 months.Jimmy Eat World - PolarisI'll say it straight and plainI know I've made mistakesI've always been afraidI've always been afraid (Afraid of the future, afraid of the Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1143294436188987312006-03-26T00:32:00.000+11:002006-10-13T18:38:38.275+10:00Religious PoisonSuffice to say, religious fundamentalism has become a mainstay of political and media discourse in the 21st century. It hasn't been a surprise then, this sudden surge in religious fervour. When faced with overwhelming unfamiliarity and displacement, Man tends to turn back to the basics in order to establish some form of stability. And in the rising tide of secularism and Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1142731321554678562006-03-19T12:09:00.000+11:002006-10-13T18:38:38.205+10:00Hope In EmptinessCompared to Tristan and Isolde, I think Romeo and Juliet is nothing. The song from the theme would have taken my breath away just a couple of months ago. Now, it's just meaningless scribble and wailing flooding through the stereo of my radio. It does serve to remind me of the fact that love does exist. At least in the movies.Gavin DeGraw - We Belong TogetherWe belong togetherLikeTravellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1142514918826662412006-03-17T00:02:00.000+11:002006-10-13T18:38:38.130+10:00All Too HumanThe human spirit is essentially one which is uncontrollable, unpredictable even if you will. If persons could be controlled, essentially, none of the coups or rebellions which occurred throughout history could have been accomplished. It is a twisting nether of unfathomable decision-making, a dark mass of volatile reactions; these human emotions. These shocking aspects crop up in Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1141997322608818932006-03-11T00:15:00.000+11:002006-10-13T18:38:38.064+10:00Life Goes OnIt's been a week in which I've been looking for bearing, for purpose and direction in this life suddenly seeming so void. Lectures, tutorials, labs all whizzed past me in a flash; not that I didn't catch what the lecturer was saying. I did, and in fact, I've been doing my tutorials and lecture preparations steadfastly. SAM interview, OCF events, assignments, they're all part and Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1141302309550076482006-03-02T23:16:00.000+11:002006-10-13T18:38:37.990+10:00I GrieveIt was only awhile agoIt was all so different thenNothing yet has really sunk inLooks like it always didThis flesh and bone is just the way that we are tied inNow, there's no-one home.I grieve for you. It's so hard to move onStill loving what's gone.They say life carries on Carries on and on and on and on.The news that truly shocks is the empty, empty page.While the final rattle rocks itsTravellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1140928846914760662006-02-26T15:30:00.000+11:002006-10-13T18:38:37.920+10:00Picking Up The PiecesAnd so here I am, back in Melbourne and in a pseudo-dream. Except that it isn't quite that way this time. It was hard initially after arriving because the car trip back took me past so many places we'd visited before. And as they zipped past me in a flash, I felt as if the reality of us together also slipped past me in the blink of an eye. On opening the door of my room, someTravellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1140610828867415632006-02-22T19:42:00.000+11:002006-10-13T18:38:37.841+10:00When I'm GoneSo this is it. The summer holidays, here and gone in a flash and whirl. I think I've grown in character and personality immensely these past few months and perhaps it's because of the way things have turned out. So the saying is true, that adversity moulds and shapes resistance and strength. I originally had a big speech, a big goodbye 'sermon' to give. But speeches and sermons are Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1139920164852348582006-02-14T21:02:00.000+11:002006-10-13T18:38:37.746+10:00Valentine's For The Rest Of UsIt's that time of the year again. I think I commented on the stupidity some people can get into on this day last year, and even in pragmatic unromantic Singapore, the extent to some of the stupidity is quite ridiculous. I think in the midst of all the fervour over it being a day for romance, people forget that it's also International Friendship Day. Scant attention Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1139595450058763482006-02-11T02:06:00.000+11:002006-10-13T18:38:37.681+10:00There Are TimesThere are times when I wish things would go back to the way they wereAnd then I remember the way I treated you and I don't wish quite anymore.There are times when I wonder why you aren't there when I'm crying in bedAnd then I remember the number of times I haven't been there for you either.There are times when I just want you all to myselfAnd then I remind myself that you're much Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1138995342899541762006-02-04T02:51:00.000+11:002006-10-13T18:38:37.612+10:00God. And Abit Of Shannon Noll.It was shaping up to be one of those nights. The nights where thoughts begin to wander, where memories begin to flood the cerebral. Desperate to avoid the pain, I got on my knees and cried out to God. I needed deliverance, and at this point I felt only He could provide it. True to His word, He did not disappoint. Answering my call in the faintest voice which pervadedTravellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1138468714010181722006-01-28T23:30:00.000+11:002006-10-13T18:38:37.481+10:00Red Season Mk III remember posting about it last year during Chinese New Year, how Grandma would watch like a hawk when all of us cousins entered the dining hall; as if in hopes of seeing someone in tow. She asked me the question I'd have least liked to hear, at least at this point in time and somehow when she did ask, I heard my heart give a loud sigh deep down. I remember being assured that I Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1137821979544415182006-01-21T13:23:00.000+11:002006-10-13T18:38:37.415+10:00Imprints Of ConsciousnessIt's been raining intermittently for the past few days, not quite like last week where it rained for days in continuity. And it's on these rainy days on the bus where the mind begins to wander, to times lost and forgotten. The intermittent nature of the rain mirroring the turmoil of the soul beneath the facade, that of sporadic sorrow and at best, mellow contentedness. Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1137317252497152962006-01-15T17:03:00.000+11:002006-10-13T18:38:37.342+10:00Droplets of MemoriesFunny how things can turn in a matter of months. Funny how life can beat you down just when you're proclaiming joy. Funny how there's a fine line between love and hatred. It's a funny proposition; this concept labelled existence. But in that case, it's a sad existence. Because even though we might find momentary joy or bliss, it's all fleeting, all moving along an existential Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1137158491825555222006-01-14T20:15:00.000+11:002006-10-13T18:38:37.202+10:00Strike 3, You're OutI first heard this song over the airwaves two days ago, and it's been ringing in my mind ever since. That's one thing I admire about music, its ability to speak into people's lives and to either soothe them or cajole them into a quiet calm. Either that, of course, or it bites into the worst of your nightmares and fears, surfacing all the hurt and pain you're going through. AndTravellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1136566441677201552006-01-07T00:36:00.000+11:002006-10-13T18:38:37.134+10:00New Year Resolution(s)?We've come to that time of the year again; a time where resolutions are made and most often, not adhered to. But all the same, resolutions afford us much-needed direction in a year which looms ahead. A year which might otherwise threaten to be directionless. I've never believed in making resolutions that I don't intend to keep, which is perhaps why I've never made new year Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1135989896105243302005-12-31T08:50:00.000+11:002006-10-13T18:38:35.865+10:00Gripes and Whines. Well, almost.It would be easy for me to sit down and grumble about how the festive season's gone. Quite simply put, it's been an emotional rollercoaster which I've been hard pressed to stomach. Then again, the Christmas season has never been one which I've cherished at any point in my life. When I was young, frequent visits to Tan Tock Seng Hospital would be the order of the Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1134401353178354192005-12-12T23:56:00.000+11:002006-10-13T18:38:35.789+10:00Chronicles of EpiphanyThe hooded figure gingerly stepped across the light marble floor, careful not to cause commotion or to attract attention. And yet, his footsteps were sure and fleet. Moving towards the centre of the Great Hall in great haste and yet, cautiousness, he caught sight of the lone figure sitting on the podium, elevated in the middle of that vast expanse; as if to accentuate his Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1132310278961926742005-11-18T21:32:00.000+11:002006-10-13T18:38:35.720+10:00Ever In Me, Ever In YouI realise posting lyrics of songs in my blog is an extremely lazy way of blogging. But how can you help it when a song like this comes along and takes away every word from your lips?Rob Thomas - Ever The SameWe were drawn from the weedsWe were brave like soldiersFalling down under the pale moonlightYou were holding to meLike a someone brokenAnd I couldn't tell you but I'm Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1131465109783834672005-11-09T02:36:00.000+11:002006-10-13T18:38:35.646+10:00Retrospect, Circumspect.I've been struggling and experiencing what's been loosely termed 'writer's block'. Yes, I've been lacking that extra 'oomph' to carry on what's become a small enterprise. A collection of my thoughts, opinions and "pompous" conclusions. Suffice to say, it hasn't been easy typing this post. It's been a journey of stop, stare, ponder, type, stop. And yeah, you get the idea. Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1129111588293791052005-10-12T19:57:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:35.578+10:00Dispirited Absolutes Fight the fight aloneWhen the world is full of victimsDims a fading light in our souls.Leave the peace aloneNow we all are slowly changingDims a fading light in our souls.In my opinion seeing is to knowThe things we hold are always first to goAnd who's to say we won't end up alone?On broken wings I'm falling and it won't be long.The skin on me is burning by the fires of the Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1128871176755053342005-10-10T00:59:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:35.512+10:00Doomsday ProphetsThe past few years have witnessed an unprecedented rise in the number of natural disasters and more importantly, death tolls as a result of them. Coupled with last year's devastating Asian tsunami, the death tolls from recent natural disasters have been nothing short of shocking to say the least. 20,000 from last night's South Asian earthquake, another 50,000 from last month's Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1128523162502026942005-10-06T00:31:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:35.440+10:00Cynicalities ResurfacingIt's been a thorn in my side, a rabid dog that refuses to go away. The problems which go on mounting and contribute to my skepticism at the intentions of the church don't seem to take a backseat. It's funny then, how things have led to this point. It's a point commonly called 'breaking point' and one which I don't enjoy being caught in.There are people in the church who doTravellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1127045587397062462005-09-18T21:59:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:35.368+10:00Formalities EclipsedThere are times in life where you look back and wistfully imagine the younger years. Years where things were carefree and innocent and when dreams were allowed to flourish in the cerebral. I think everyone in some way or another, gives thought to the day they'd be married. So to say, it's actually a myth that only girls imagine such things; because I'm betting that even guys Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1126530341924150862005-09-12T22:35:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:35.300+10:00Happiness RedefinedPeople change as they grow older. Perspectives become different, we see things in different lights and we take one more step forward in the path that life has mapped out. As a child, some of us may have seen only black and white, good and evil. But as we grow, we realise that adulthood is all about seeing the grey in between. What we may constitute as 'unkind behaviour' may Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1126409983467140132005-09-11T13:25:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:35.234+10:00Faith By SightAnd the saying goes, that Christians should live only by faith, and not by sight. It's something that I believe everyone struggles with, from the newest of converts to the Pastor himself. Faith alone entails placing trust in something intangible, whether it be even remotely realistic in the future or merely an illusion we feel will never come true. Thus, the battle between the Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1125805444432298312005-09-04T13:20:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:35.162+10:00Optimism DevaluedIt was like any other Sunday. The Pastor had just finished giving his sermon and made a call to the congregation. The Pastor spoke of dedication, of love for Christ, of burdens and worries, of every conceivable problem Christians might face. The sermon itself was long and tiresome, lacking in real energy and spark. The cutting edge that God's Word constantly brings to people's Travellernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180517.post-1124503426344494972005-08-20T11:54:00.000+10:002006-10-13T18:38:35.096+10:00Your SacrificeSometimes a song like this just takes your breath away, leaving you helpless against the torrent of nostalgia.Creed - My SacrificeHello my Friend we meet again.It's been a while, where should we begin?Feels like forever.Within my heart are memories of perfect love that You gave to me.I remember.When You are with me, I'm free.I'm careless, I believe.Above all the others, we'll Travellernoreply@blogger.com0