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Friday, September 19, 2003

met my classmate Hui Jing online today and i saw this verse on her blog that really ministered to me today......

2 Corinthians 4:8

"We are pressed on every side by troubles, but we are not crushed and broken... We are perplexed, but we don't give up and quit. We are hunted down, but GOD NEVER ABANDONS US. We get knocked down.. but we get up again and keep going..." - 2 Corinthians 4:8

it is a trying time for me, but I guess I can take comfort in the fact that the Lord keeps His promises and that He will deliver me from the persecutions that I face.


Saturday, September 06, 2003

SCHOOL'S OUT!!!!! WOOOOOO HOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

man...its been a really tough sem at school....its was so sucky......all the lab work, all the stuff....all the torture.....

really feels good to know that I wun have to go for lessons and lab for 3 weeks....was nearly going mad already....


Tuesday, August 19, 2003

its been a long long time...

school's kinda started in full swing now.

facing parental objection becos of my faith now....Jo, pls pray for me...tks.....


Saturday, August 09, 2003

National Day again....hmm....cldn't help but think, what does it mean to be a S'porean.

I thought about it but I cldn't seem to answer myself. Is it the food, is it singlish, (the insensitive Sars rap song), for that matter, the ppl, the air we breathe, the water (or newater) that we drink?

i feel that it is really impt that we ask ourselves this qn, cos if we dun, when there is trouble in S'pore one day, then will we stay and help, or will we run away?

To me, one of the only few reasons why I am staying is cos most of my friends are here. I feel a sense of belonging here, but I wonder is that reason enough for me to stay when S'pore gets into big trouble. I guess I can only know when that day comes.

I can honestly say that I dun feel a sense of pride when I sing the national anthem, never did, and it was really evident when I was JC that most of my peers felt the same way. What really struck me most was that all of them, including the trouble makers of the school, always sang the school song louder than the national anthem.

I look at how S'poreans behave and I tend to ask myself whether there will still be a S'pore 10 yr, or mabye even 20 yrs down the road. The majority of the ppl are, in my opinion, selfish and inconsiderate. One has just to take public transport to see my point. pregnant ladies and old folks have this strange ability to make ppl fall asleep on the bus or mrt; passengers boarding the MRT always move into the mrt before the passengers inside can alight, ppl always refuse to move to the back of the bus..

So what if S'pore is a clean and green city? So what if we have a number one airport? so what if our students are amongst the best in the world for maths, when most of the ppl here lack true compassion and love for others. We can make headlines by donating thousands and millions to other countries' less fortunate, but we can't even give a few cents to the poor lady selling tissue papers at the bus interchange.....

Ppl may say I paint a bleak picture. mabye, yes....but I just feel so sad when I see all these...so much to the point that to prevent myself from being sad, I have hardened my heart......

happy 38th birthday S'pore..... 


Sunday, August 03, 2003

She may be the face I can?t forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song the summer sings
May be the chill the autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem inside her shell

She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so crowded and so proud
No one?s allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
But I?ll remember till the day I die

She may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I?m alive
The one I?ll care for through the rough in many years
Me, I?ll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I?ve got to be
The meaning of my life is she
She
She



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