I was a little girl alone in my little world who dreamed of a little home for me.
I played pretend between the trees, and fed my houseguests bark and leaves, and laughed in my pretty bed of green.

I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest swing.
I had a dream.

Long walks in the dark through woods grown behind the park, I asked God who I'm supposed to be.
The stars smiled down on me, God answered in silent reverie. I said a prayer and fell asleep.

I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest tree.
I had a dream.

Now I'm old and feeling grey. I don't know what's left to say about this life I'm willing to leave.
I lived it full and I lived it well, there's many tales I've lived to tell. I'm ready now, I'm ready now, I'm ready now to fly from the highest wing.

I had a dream

~Dream by Priscilla Ahn.

A single thread in a tapestry
Though its color brightly shines
Can never see its purpose
In the pattern of the grand design

And the stone that sits on the very top
Of the mountain's mighty face
Does it think it's more important
Than the stones that form the base?

So how can you see what your life is worth
Or where your value lies?
You can never see through the eyes of man
You must look at your life

Look at your life through heaven's eyes
Lai-la-lai...

A lake of gold in the desert sand
Is less than a cool fresh spring
And to one lost sheep, a shepherd boy
Is greater than the richest king
If a man lose ev'rything he owns
Has he truly lost his worth?
Or is it the beginning
Of a new and brighter birth?

So how do you measure the worth of a man
In wealth or strength or size?
In how much he gained or how much he gave?
The answer will come
The answer will come to him who tries
To look at his life through heaven's eyes

And that's why we share all we have with you
Though there's little to be found
When all you've got is nothing
There's a lot to go around

No life can escape being blown about
By the winds of change and chance
And though you never know all the steps
You must learn to join the dance
You must learn to join the dance
Lai-la-lai...

So how do you judge what a man is worth
By what he builds or buys?
You can never see with your eyes on earth
Look through heaven's eyes
Look at your life
Look at your life
Look at your life through heaven's eyes

~ through heaven's eyes.

you are my adversary, but you are not my enemy.
for your resistance gives me strength,
your will gives me courage, your spirit ennobles me.
though i aim to defeat you, should i succeed,
i will not humiliate you, instead i will honor you
for without you, i am a lesser man.
(Adversary)

Strength is measured in pounds
Speed is measured in seconds
Courage...
You can't measure courage.
(Courage)

To be a giant.
This has forever been our passion
this desire to be a giant
Not to stand on one's shoulders or have one for a friend.
Those may be fortunate things.
But to be one.
Giants step over barriers that seem never ending
They conquer mountains that appear insurmountable
Giants rise above fear
Triumph over pain
Push themselves and inspire others
To be a Giant
To do Giant things
To take Giant steps
To move the world forward
(Giant)

When you smile, I smile, that's the deal
I'll not walk passed you, and not look you in the eyes, and not acknowledge you
Instead we'll pass each other and say hello
Not without words, they're not the same, but with our faces
I need you and see there's good in your eyes
There's passion in your heart and there's a friendly hello in your smile
And for the first time we can relate and appreciate each other
That's all it takes
That's where it starts
Because I know that you'll smile and I will smile
And all the rest is easy
(Smile)

i know Olympics is long over. anyways, just thought that these were inspiring. reminds me of how sports were meant to be. less about the competition, more about the friendship.

i saw this picture and thought it's so cool. This is not an abortion. it's just about how a little infant before he is born is having an operation. so it's kinda having a premature operation?? well i'm not too sure. but here's the story of this picture.

"During the surgery on little Samuel, the little guy reached his tiny but fully developed hand through the incision and firmly grasped the surgeon's finger.

The picture is that of a 21-week-old unborn baby named Samuel Alexander
Armas, who is being operated on by a surgeon named Joseph Bruner. The baby
was diagnosed with spina bifida and would not survive if removed from his
mother's womb. Little Samuel's mother, Julie Armas, is an obstetrics nurse in
Atlanta. She knew of Dr. Bruner's remarkable surgical procedure. Practicing
at Vanderbilt University Medical Center in Nashville, he performs these
special operations while the baby is still in the womb. Michael Clancy, working for USA Today captured the surgery on film.

During the procedure, the doctor removes the uterus via C-section and makes a
small incision to operate on the baby. During the surgery on little Samuel,
the little guy reached his tiny but fully developed, hand through the
incision and firmly grasped the surgeon's finger. The photograph captures
this amazing event with perfect clarity.

The editors titled the picture, "Hand of Hope." The text explaining the
picture begins, "The tiny hand of 21-week-old fetus Samuel Alexander Armas
emerges from the mother's uterus to grasp the finger of Dr. Joseph Bruner as
if thanking the doctor for the gift of life."

Little Samuel's mother said they "wept for days" when they saw the picture.
She said, "The photo reminds us my pregnancy isn't about disability or an illness, it's about a little person" "The Hand" of the fetus. You can see the actual picture, and it is awesome...incredible.

God made only mankind in his image. We are uniquely singled out bearing the image of God above any other creature. He is the sole object of Christ's redemptive love. Christ went to the trouble of dying for our transgressions against God by becoming a human first. He went through the process of being put in a womb and being there for 9 months like any other, then born under the human conditions (without sin). Certainly The preexistent Son of God was a person, and he was a person in the womb."

that's the story. i think abortion is just a substitute word for fetus murder. it's illogical to use your own standards to determine at which stage the baby is considered human when the standards are flawed in the first place. it's like hypothesis testing where you set your own level of significance to state what is true.

thank God for life.

i wonder.
why do i love to collect memories?
is it human nature?
should i just forget about doing that and concentrating on getting the most of the moment?
is there a biblical answer to this?

COMPANY
525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear. 525,600 minutes - how do you measure,
measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In
inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In 525,600 minutes - how do you
measure a year in the life?
How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love. Seasons of
love.

SOLOIST 1
525,600 minutes! 525,000 journeys to plan. 525,600 minutes - how can you measure
the life of a woman or man?

SOLOIST 2
In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried. In bridges he burned, or
the way that she died.

COMPANY
It's time now to sing out, tho the story never ends let's celebrate remember a year in the life of friends. Remember
the love! Remember the love! Remember
the love! Measure in love. Seasons of love! Seasons of love.

i heard this song quite a few times. but never really got to find the lyrics. I could never remember the no. somehow. they would just slip out of my mind. anyways. mugging time is here.

Somethings we dont talk about rather do without, just hold a smile. Falling in and out of love. Ashamed and proud of it. Together all the while. You can never say never, while we don't know it. Time and time again, younger now than we were before. Don't let me go.

Somewhere between the hot and the cold
Somewhere between the new and the old
Somewhere between who I am and who I used to be
Somewhere in the middle you'll find me

Somewhere between the wrong and the right
Somewhere between the darkness and the light
Somewhere between who I was and who you're making me
Somewhere in the middle you'll find me

Just how close can I get Lord to my surrender
Without losing all control

Fearless warriors in the picket fence
Reckless abandon wrapped in common sense
Deep water faith in the shallow end
We are caught in the middle

With eyes wide open to the differences
The God we want and the God who is
But will we trade our dreams for his
Or are we caught in the middle
Are we caught in the middle

Somewhere between my heart and my hands
Somewhere between my faith and my plans
Somewhere between the safety of the boat on the crashing waves
Somewhere between a whisper and a roar

Somewhere between the altar and the door
Somewhere between contented peace and always wanting more
Somewhere in the middle you'll find me

Just how close can I get Lord to my surrender
Without losing all control

Fearless warriors in the picket fence
Reckless abandon wrapped in common sense
Deep water faith in the shallow end
We are caught in the middle

With eyes wide open to the differences
The God we want and the God who is
But will we trade our dreams for his
Or are we caught in the middle

Fearless warriors in the picket fence
Reckless abandon wrapped in common sense
Deep water faith in the shallow end
We are caught in the middle

Lord I feel you in this place
And I know you're by my side
Loving me all even on these nights

When I'm caught in the middle
Caught in the middle

~sang by casting crowns (somwhere in the middle)

when you're at the crossroads of life, what would you do?

emotion is my enemy.

bad teachers insists; good teachers show; exceptional teachers are.

the three kinds of teachers. i think i've met all three kinds. but the bad teacher for mine wouldn't be insists. my bad teacher sleeps as in literally sleeps in class. i've met many good teachers fortunately. for exceptional, i would say that physics professor that my physics teacher looks up to and some of my sports coaches.

reminds me of my shuttling days. the 3 kinds of trainees. 1. an athlete 2. a self motivated athlete. 3. an excellent athlete. something like that. the first just does what is told to him. the second trains hard within the allocated training time, does some extra physical. the last eat, sleep, trains badminton, asks all the questions to better understand what he is training, to train himself, in other words to be a coach to himself. guess that's what coachie meant when he said he's training us to train. so thus we're labelled trained to train athletes. but lazy me and my injured thumb have yet to pick up my nano/carbon to train, my rackets are still dangling on the wall, my shoes are hidden in some cupboard, my weapons are rusting. hopefully, my trained to train mentality is still somewhere in my subconscious.

this can also be parallel the the kinds of christians. 1. the church goer. 2. the believer 3. the Christ-centered christian. then again,the question what exactly is a christian would arise. the difference between having christianity as your religion and a true christian.

thank God for sports.

Wake up to the sunlight
With your windows open
Don't hold in your anger or leave things unspoken
Wear your red dress
Use your good dishes
Make a big mess and make lots of wishes
Have what you want
But want what you have
And don't spend your life lookin' back

Turn up the music
Turn it up loud
Take a few chances
Let it all out
You won't regret it
Lookin' back from where you have been
Cuz it's not who you knew
And it's not what you did
It's how you live

So go to the ballgames
And go to the ballet
And go see your folks more than just on the holidays
Kiss all your children
Dance with your wife
Tell your husband you love him every night
Don't run from the truth
'Cause you can't get away
Just face it and you'll be okay

Turn up the music
Turn it up loud
Take a few chances
Let it all out
You won't regret it
Lookin' back from where you have been
'Cause it's not who you knew
And it's not what you did
It's how you live

Oh wherever you are and wherever you've been
Now is the time to begin

So give to the needy
And pray for the grieving
E'en when you don't think that you can
'Cause all that you do is bound to come back to you
So think of your fellow man
Make peace with God and make peace with yourself
'Cause in the end there's nobody else

Turn up the music
Turn it up loud
Take a few chances
Let it all out
'Cause you won't regret it
Lookin' back from where you have been
'Cause it's not who you knew
And it's not what you did
It's how you live

'Cause it's not who you knew
And it's not what you did
It's how you live

~ how you live by point of grace.

sunny days and starry nights
and lazy afternoons
you’re counting castles in the clouds
and hum’ little tunes

but somehow right before your eyes
the sun fades away and
everything is different
and everything has change

if you feel lost and on your own
and far from home
you’re never alone, you know
just think of your friends
the ones who care
they all will be waiting there
with love to share
and your heart will lead you home

funny how a photograph
can take you back in time
to places and embraces
that you thought you left behind

they're trying to remind you
that you're not the only one
that no one is an island
when all is said and done

if you feel lost and on your own
and far from home
you’re never alone, you know
just think of your friends
the ones who care
they all will be waiting there
with love to share
and your heart will lead you home


there'll come a day when you're losing your way
and you won't know where you belong
they say that home is where the heart is
so follow your heart know that you can't go wrong

if you feel lost and on your own
and far from home
you’re never alone, you know
just think of your friends
the ones who care
they all will be waiting there
with love to share
and your heart will lead you…

if you feel lost and on your own
and far from home
you’re never alone, you know
just think of your friends
the ones who care
they all will be waiting there
with love to share
and your heart will lead you
where you belong
i know
your heart will lead you home

~your heart will lead you home by kenny loggins

this was the song i remembered that sweet little voice sang. anytime everywhere. memories + photographs. maybe that's how cameras came about. once there was a dude who was a blur sotong. so he decided, he should try to stop time or at least slow down time so that he could see clearly what was happening and not be the blur sotong anymore. he tried all ways to stop time. from chasing after it to travelling faster than the speed of light, he experimented all. but failed. depressed dude. so he bought a bird and watched it fly around in its cage hoping that somehow he could figure out how time flies. then he realised. no matter how much the bird flew, it was unable to leave its cage. there was only one conclusion. TIME NEEDS TO BE CAPTURED. then ta da... the rest is history. so that's how cameras came about. photographers are people who tried and have suceeded to capture time with their delicate instrument-camera. =]. then again. just maybe.

thank God for cameras.

so here's a photograph.

Be careful little eyes what you see
It's the second glance that ties your hands as darkness pulls the strings
Be careful little feet where you go
For it's the little feet behind you that are sure to follow

It's a slow fade when you give yourself away
It's a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray
Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid
When you give yourself away
People never crumble in a day
It's a slow fade, it's a slow fade

Be careful little ears what you hear
When flattery leads to compromise, the end is always near
Be careful little lips what you say
For empty words and promises lead broken hearts astray

It's a slow fade when you give yourself away
It's a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray
Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid
When you give yourself away
People never crumble in a day

The journey from your mind to your hands
Is shorter than you're thinking
Be careful if you think you stand
You just might be sinking

It's a slow fade when you give yourself away
It's a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray
Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid
When you give yourself away
People never crumble in a day
Daddies never crumble in a day
Families never crumble in a day

Oh be careful little eyes what see
Oh be careful little eyes what you see
For the Father up above is looking down in love
Oh be careful little eyes what you see

~ slow fade by casting crowns.

i love the part when the little kid sings the last part. so sweet sounding. =]. reminds me of the songs i used to sing as a kid in sunday school and doing all the funny actions. the sign language i learnt in pri school. then came rachel who felt like signing (as in sign language) a song as she sang.

thank God for watching over me.

Lord, I lift my friend to You, I've done all that I know to do
I lift my friend to You
Complicated circumstances have clouded his view
Lord, I lift my friend up to You

I fear that I won't have the words that he needs to hear
I pray for Your wisdom, oh God, and a heart that's sincere
Lord, I lift my friend up to You
Lord, I lift my friend to You
My best friend in the world, I know he means much more to You
I want so much to help him, but this is something he has to do
And Lord, I lift my friend up to You

'cause there's a way that seems so right to him
But You know where that leads
He's becoming a puppet of the world, too blind to see the strings
Lord, I lift my friend up to You
My friend up to You

Lord, I lift my friend to You, I've done all that I know to do
I lift my friend to You

~ Prayer for a friend.

This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.

Wake up in the morning, stumble on my life
Can't get no love without sacrifice
If anything should happen, I guess I wish you well
A little bit of heaven, but a little bit of hell

This is the hardest story that I've ever told
No hope, or love, or glory
Happy endings gone forever more
I feel as if I'm wasted
And I'm wastin' every day

This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.

2 o'clock in the morning, something's on my mind
Can't get no rest; keep walkin' around
If I pretend that nothin' ever went wrong, I can get to my sleep
I can think that we just carried on

This is the hardest story that I've ever told
No hope, or love, or glory
Happy endings gone forever more
I feel as if I'm wasted
And I'm wastin' every day

This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.

A Little bit of love, little bit of love
Little bit of love, little bit of love[repeat]

I feel as if I'm wasted
And I waste everyday

This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
To live the rest of our life,
But not together.

Happy Ending ~Mika.

this song starts ringing in my head.
over again.

God gives, God Takes,
God's name be ever blessed.
Job 1: 21

THIS IS CALLED PIANO ACCOMPANIMENT. (more of towards the middle. =]=]=] )




Thanks elian. =]=]=]. how piano accompaniment should be.

如果你眼神能够为我 片刻的降临
如果你能听到 心碎的声音
沉默的守护着你 沉默的等奇迹
沉默的让自己 像是空气

大家都吃着聊着笑着 今晚多开心
最角落里的我 笑得多合群
盘底的洋葱像我 永远是调味品
偷偷的看着你 偷偷的隐藏着自己

如果你愿意一层一层一层的剥开我的心
你会发现你会讶异 你是我最压抑
最深处的秘密

如果你愿意一层一层一层的剥开我的心
你会鼻酸你会流泪 只要你能听到我
看到我的全心全意

听你说你和你的他们 暧昧的空气
我和我的绝望 装得很风趣
我就样一颗洋葱 永远是配角戏

多希望能与你有一秒 专属的剧情

~ 洋葱 - Aska

gang qin de ban sui qu zhen hao ting, rang wo gan dao ping jing.

jin tian shi kuai le de yi tian.

I asked God to take away my pride and God said, 'No'.He said it was not for Him to take away but for me to give up.

I asked God to make my handicapped child whole and God said, 'No'.He said the body is only temporary.

I asked God to grant me patience and God said, 'No'.He said patience is a by-product of tribulation. It isn't granted, it's earned.

I asked God to give me happiness and God said, 'No'.He said He gives His blessings. Happiness is up to me.

I asked God to spare me from pain and God said, 'No'.He said sufferings draw me apart from worldly cares and bring me closer to Him.

I asked God to make my spirit grow and God said, 'No'.He said I must grow on my own, but He will prune me to make me fruitful.

I asked God if He loved me and God said, 'Yes'.He gave His only Son who died for me and I will be in heaven someday because I believe.

I asked God to help me love others as much as He loves me and God said, 'Ah, Finally you have the idea!'

- got this from someone's blog. found it meaningful.

"Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. You're just passing it on to someone else."
— Mitch Albom