Quiet is my loudest cry.

Some people say that in this world, out of a population of 4 billion people, there exists only one person that loves you more than you love him/her; more than you love other people; and most importantly, more than you'll ever love yourself.

And since that chance is 1 in 4 billion, if you manage to met that person, you'll be really lucky right?

But I was thinking, if this statement is really true, aren't we all already the luckiest people in the world?

Cos we don't have to climb the highest mountains or swim the deepest seas to find that person. All we need to do is to look no further than our own Bibles to realize who that special someone is.

We love God cos He first loved us. Even when we sin and forget His love, take it for granted or even stop loving Him altogether, He will always love us faithfully, just like how the sun's rays will never fail to reach the ground no matter how many trees block it, or how deep the ground is. So it's up to the seed in the ground to find its way through the darkness and go towards the light. Of course, it will run into problems, like its roots may be caught under some rocks, or the ground may be too hard to break through. But as long as the sun continues to shine, that seed has a purpose to live on.

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Now I understand why it's so important to journal your thoughts down. Because sometimes the only reminder you really need comes from within.

Okay back to cable hunting. Methinks my sister sneaked it off to Down Under. Rawrrr.

02 September 2009 @ 1:39 AM

// From here

Uncommon amount of the time at home
Hardly a word on the telephone
Finally find the time to get to know you
Mapping it out like a master plan
Something to do with my idle hands
Write you a letter addressed from California

It's vivid and strong in my memory
An absence that smacks of abandoning
It led to the battle that ultimately destroyed us
I'm nothing if I don't know your mistakes
The pill is as bitter as I can take
It twists like a blade when I leave for California

I hope that you know this is killing me
It's all in the name of the family
We only can play the cards the dealer dealt us
The end of the cycle is closing in
With you I see new hope begin again
There suddenly seems to be promise in California

As heavy as all this is weighing me
Believe in the words I am promising
I'm still here for ~~her~~ you
The distance is only an obstacle
Hardly a match for a miracle
I'm finally ready to go to California

28 September 2009 @ 12:20 AM

// Don't bother translating.

27 September 2009 @ 12:32 AM

// Whilst searching for my iPod cable,

I came across a sermon notebook buried from almost 2 years ago. And on the last page it says: