tenses.

John never was; will.

Anthony was the past, in today.

Keene is a gift. present. till,

wait. was she sure? how sure.

so where does your heart lie?

and where does mine.

— 

inspired by a good friend of mine.

don’t try make any sense out of this.

encounter.

this word keeps coming back to me,
ever since camp,

encounter? to encounter.

 i search for you, God of strength.
i bow to you, in my brokeness.
and no other King would have so humbly come,
to save my soul,

and heal, my heart.

and i have nothing more,
than all you offer me,
there is nothing else,
that’s of worth, to me.

–

 

ignore instincts at your own peril.

the quirky little quotes at the beginning of each episode never fails to leave some food for thought through the whole show.

not to mention the over-the-top-wartime narration that adds a deal of light-heartedness to the seemingly sombre mood that overshadows everything.

officially 8 episodes ahead of the not suprisingly slow and backdated broadcasting of our dearly beloved mediacorp. 

star wars fans, this is a must catch. (STAR WARS ON TV. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT IN FULL GLORIOUS HD. :O) 
fills you in on everthing between Epsisode II Attack of the Clones and Episode III Revenge of the Sith.

ignore instincts at your own peril.

check this out, you must! 

—

our dear friends at sidereel.com will get you there!

the second home.

the walls are now held by our own hands.

and we’ll miss you alot, dad.

disillusioned flamboyance.

screw you, really.

you and your flamboyance.

keep lying to yourself eh!

practice in church was horrible. 

need moar skills.

—

echoed sentiments

the only thing that matters is that you make the best of everything out with your own hands from here.

guitar shopping

is extremely fun.

but one heck of an expensive sport.

at least, it keeps my mind off other things.

(:

drugs anyone?

oh my

i’ve a new wife.

pictures to come soon.

does it really begin with the end?

it’s the 2nd of august tmr.

been 5 years.
5 long, arduous, trying years.

memories.

and i wonder, whether this is a new beginning,
or is it really the end.

second.

SIBF ended.
with us coming in second.

doesn’t really help that you let the people that mattered down.

we were there to win,
not to come in second.
cause it was a really dumb excuse to lose.

and maybe i’m just not used to losing.

perhaps there have just been too many curveballs thrown at me,
curveballs with a whole load of spikes surrounding it.

miss it, and you get spiked,
catch it, and you still make a mess out of your life.

maybe i’ve been trying to catch the curveballs way too often.

a start

i must really thank god for friends like dian and choo.
awesome people.
totally made my day.

(:

just that my bottle, is slightly filled with sticker graffiti