can't help but think that this is wrong

I'm not a fan of lady gaga. But when i first heard her song Poker Face, the really upbeat one, i thought "hey, this is something." It's a nice song, but it's just not done you know? Then i heard her acoustic version, the one she did on american idol i think, and i was like, "well, we're getting somewhere, this is definitely better." A lotta people beg to disagree with me when i say that.

Guess what? I finally discovered a justified version of that song.





Be back soon with more than just a video (my first too!) update. In the meantime, i'm off to work on those acoustic guitar playing skills in hope that i can be half the musician jason mraz is.

it's my only hope of heaven, at the cross forgiven

Adore09's Blogaway contest officially starts today! All you gotta do is write a post on your blog on A Generation Of HOPE, in anyway you want to, and send your URL to team.adore@gmail.com . Prizes up for grabs at Adore itself!

So, as an example, i'm posting my version on my blog. Details about Adore09 are as follow:

Date : 22nd August 2009
Venue : Main Sanctuary, KL Baptist Church
Time : ADORE09 Bash (4:00pm – 7:30pm)
Concert (7:30pm – 10:00pm)

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The most obvious (and necessary) question to ask is,

What is HOPE?

When you're stuck in a traffic jam,

there is HOPE that the end is just around the bend (although you've been telling yourself that

10 bends ago)

When you hit snooze for the 5th time in the morning,

you HOPE that you will hear your favourite ringtone (in my case, mighty morphin power rangers :P) and get notice that class is cancelled for the day!

When you break your curfew,

you HOPE that miraculously the clock in your house lagged for just that 15 minutes.

When you step on the weighing scale,

you HOPE that somehow all the calories you so gluttonly consumed in the past week sunk with the Titanic. (yes, i am guilty as charged)

When you got news that Michael Jackson died,

you HOPED that it was just a publicity idea gone a little too far. (did you?)

When my grandad was diagnosed with final stage cancer, i HOPED that God is gracious and gives that extra one year so he can at least see my sister graduate, like he always wanted to.

Yes, we are a generation of hope. But is this what real hope is? An uncertainty we bank on, which if it happens, great. If not, well too bad. I'll try again next time.

If this is hope, it isn't much different from what people call chance, luck. I don't know about you, but i am not content with that. Thank God real hope is so much more.

Do you know what is hope?

HOPE is when you wake up in the morning knowing that God is going before you through your day in everything you do.

HOPE is when you face rejection of any kind, you know that there is One who accepts and loves you unconditionally.

*plays Daniel Powter's "Bad Day" in the background*

HOPE is when you had a bad day, you go to bed in peace, knowing His mercies are new every morning.

HOPE is when you fear, you know that He never leaves, He never forsakes us.

HOPE is when the future lies unknown, you know that He has plans to prosper us, not to harm us.

HOPE is when we don't understand why we're going through what we're going through, but rest secure in the knowledge that all things work for the good of those who love Him.

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HOPE is when you know your granddad is going to leave this earth soon, and even if God doesn't prolong his life, you know that it isn't goodbye, that you will one day be reunited with him again in heaven.

Hope is a promise in the face of uncertainties, trials, weaknessess, fear, loneliness... even death. It gives courage to overcome. Because of God.

Are you confused or lost? Do you find yourself hoping against all hopes but always being let down? We may be a generation of many false, make believe hopes. It's time to get our facts right.

JESUS is the real HOPE.

And if we choose to believe in Him, then we will learn and experience what it means to be a real

Generation of HOPE.

a thousand times i've failed, still Your mercy remains

The title of this blogpost is how i've been feeling a lot lately.

I am such a sinner, making the same mistakes that affect others, displeasing Him over and over and over again. God's mercy spares me from the worse that could happen, and His grace lavishes me with blessings that not only do i not deserve, sometimes, i am afraid to receive.

Titus 2:11 speaks of the grace of God that we are soaked in. David Crowder in their new single, puts it accurately when they said 'if grace were an ocean we're all sinking'.

I have been feeling extremely unworthy lately. Unworthy of God's grace. Don't get me wrong. Yes, this is exactly the feeling that should live with us. 'Cause in fact, we are unworthy of anything from God. The very faith that we have is a gift (Eph 2:8). But of course this realisation of unworthiness, instead of drowning us in helplessness forever, should be channelled accordingly towards the way we live our lives, because we are not hopeless people. It should shine through every one of our actions, knowing we deserve nothing from Him who gave everything, all the more we should urgently live for Him.

Everthing i have is unmerited. Boy, that sure is a big blow to my ego. Sometimes i wonder where human pride comes from. Where my pride comes from. To know i am worth nothing. It must all have been built on lies. Lies that are refined until they resemble the truth. Told so often, that i myself start believing, hey, i am something of worth on my own.

I fear God. Revelations 8 talks about what happens when God's grace is taken away, and that scares me. To know that it is only the layer of God's grace that is shielding me from His own wrath. What's more, it isn't a thin layer. Such irony, the very thing that strikes fear in me, is the same thing that comforts me.


Our God is an awesome God.

we'll cry, but we won't give up the fight

我真的很乱








i feel like i'm doing everything wrong. is this called growing?

sing your melody, i'll sing along

The clock ticks.

It waits for no one. As time whizzes past in a haze of special days and ordinary ones, people that complete those days are often taken for granted. We say hello, we live the routine, occasionally doing something out of the usual, and then we bid each other goodbye. One day has passed.

On those rare occasions we flip (or in modern days, click) through pictures, flashes of stored memories from the past replay themselves. We miss the times, and wonder what changed. Nothing. Only we did not learn to appreciate the moment, or perhaps being creatures of short lived memories, we just simply forget.

Now that time is limited, every moment counts. The rush to load up on memories, to ensure the other doesn't forget this friendship, the useless wishes that time would crawl.

When what is really going to matter are those 'normal' everydays in the past, now but memories.

I really don't know what to say Jon haha. I guess i've said everything i wanted to in all our hang outs, farewell cards and sharings. Just one post for you before you leave. Just 2 years, we're gonna feel it, but we know time is gonna fly too:)

There's a consolation.

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Memories last a lifetime=)

See you in 2 years have fun! xD