Love is an attitude, love is a prayer,
For a soul in sorrow, a heart in despair;
Love is good will for the gain of another,
Love suffers long with the fault of a brother
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Scary Halloween
Today's halloween, a time where ghost and ghouls of the deep, dark west roam the land, knocking at your doorstep.
knock knock...
Knock Knock....
KNOCK KNOCK.....
The grey timber face of the wooden door opened slowly, bit by bit, inch by inch.
The interior of the house was cold and dark, had you not been used to this countryside it would seem all the more LIFELESS.
The air that came out from behind the door was stale and rancid, reminding you of the old chest which you opened in grandpa's attic. Even more so, upon careful sniffing, you detect a whimper of distinctly familiar pungent smells, not of sweaty meatloaft coming out a boy's locker room, but of dead, decaying flesh squirming with the common undertaker beetles. The weathered facade of the house was dimly lit with candles in a pumpkin; never before did the jack-o-lantern appear so devilish and eerie. The queer smiles and insidious eyes of the pumkin head looked intently at you, as if they were to follow your every movement and every step, and before you know it the but you didn't know...
The lifeless door opened wide, you tried to look, but you can't, your eyes won't let you, they remained shut. Who knows what evil lies right before you, that would turn your puny heart to stone even with one glimpse; your brain is smart, or has it malfunction due to the intense fear you are feeling? Try hard you did but your eyes disobeyed you.
Finally, with all strength exhausted, the left eye, the weaker of the two, gave way and you managed to take a peek into the unknown horror presented to you on a silver platter. And horror it is that you get.
Right there, in front of you, between the tiny frame of the door, or should I say, "hell's gate", emerged a ghastly figure enshrouded in shadows and bathed in darkness. Slowly, without hesitation, the god-knows-what figure advances towards you, towards the steps before you, towards the antique porch. If only that was the only thing happening right now, but it is not...
Footsteps, you hear with your already sensitised ears, clear foreshadowing footsteps. Not one, not two and not even three. "No it can't be..." you recognised that the footsteps were not possible to be made by shoes, "but by what?" you pondered. As though a mother calls her children, so does this figure beckons her minions. The breaking of stepped branches became more distinct as the footsteps grew louder. The great fog embraces your surroundings and all you see are dark, shadowy beings approaching you, 'if' they're even beings to begin with.
The scene heralds a nostalgic flashback of 'Underworld', the blood the violence the gore, they all kept running through your head, your mind, your brain. Even the beautiful Selene is unable to save you.
You feel helpless, you feel trapped, you feel hopeless...
As the haunting creature approaches the tarnished stairs leading to where you are, you tried to run but you are rooted with fear and trembling with fright, the diminutive light from the full moon allowed a snippet of the obscured figure.
From the corner of your eye, you noticed in the hands of the creature carrys a bag of....of......of........
"Who wants some candy!?!" squealed Mrs puffytart in delightful joy.
The vocab was used to enhance the literary content of the story. Do pm me if there's any flawed usage. And I say pm, please don't flood my tag board.
Happy halloween, the A levels much scarier by the way.
Goodnight
reflected by Juls @ 11:45 pm
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Tuesday, October 17, 2006
A time to ponder, a time to remember
How time flies, it seems like only yesterday that we were cheeky little year ones annoying our poor OGLs to death. Now we sit right here in the auditorium, being entertained by the little ones after us (boy is mariam such a great MC, was laughing my butts off even before she opened her mouth). Lo and behold without noticing Graduation Day has arrived. If only time were a mosquito, so I can stop that pest from draining the life force out of me with a whip of the hands. However, bad jokes has its limits in here so lets move on.
Ah yes, the highlight of the day...my first ever trip to the land of superstar wannabes called kbox.
Yes, i know...according to my morals I shouldn't just whip and whine and wham bam here comes out a thrashy article on my blog ranting about what I do and what I did and that Paris Hilton's nose looks oh so fake...whoops I just didn't say that. But anyway this article has been like drafted for so long and seriously, i've to let it go.
Moving on...
Well, the experience wasn't too bad, neither was it a fantastic one. Partly due to the fact that...oh god its all in chinese!! I thought I could handle them..well provided if it were the everyday chinese we see in our textbooks when we were little kids..but I thought wrong. *tears rolling out of eyes T_T* It's those chim chinese words you see on hong kong drama serials only singaporeans in particular won't understand...or maybe its just me only. Luckily ben was there to help me.
So here we are, Allen Johanan and I ( the three musketeers) sitting like couch potatoes seeing hao siang blasting his delicated vocal cords off and little benji bouncing up and down as he sings to the tune of...forever love?? (oh great I can't control myself, i have to type this in...."LOL") Alvin...haha...usually overpowered by benji or hao siang, he has a good voice though without a doubt. As for sam, eh...I guess his voice was kinda low for the songs the guys chose. Man, what's up with the male singers of present day? The songs are getting higher and higher(pitchwise) nowadays, if jay chou wasn't enough here comes lee hom..singing so high as though his testicles were about to drop off, no balls for a lack of a better word. If this carries on, low and behold in the near future we'll see the return of the castratos.
Yea...but anyway I have GREAT news for all the girls in 19/05, WE GUYS CAN SING!!! Surprise!! no seriously...the guys are lady charmers...they'd take a benjo and deliver their sweet lullabys from the park bench near your house, till you're smitten and captivated by their love songs and dash out your main door just to be captured by the potent serenade. oh great I'm in a poetic mood today.
All in all it was really fun, benji kept egging me on to sing, I on the other hand didn't wanna embaress myself with my broken chinese, even though half of my egoistic being wanted to show off my vocal prowess(muahhaha) minus the awkwardly pronounced words (Booooo me). Thanks to benji singing behind me was I able to pull it off (Yay me!!) rather well (now's the egoistic me).
That kinda concludes my day, till then I am Julianto Magnifico signing off from the life and times of julian tay,
Good night.
reflected by Juls @ 11:05 pm
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Sunday, October 08, 2006
Postage to Heaven
Dear God,
2nd November lurks around the corner, signaling the arrival of the inevitable A levels. To say that I am fully confident is a lie. Lord, I feel scared, scared that I would not do well for the As. I feel frightened at the possibility of failure, which seems very realistic for now. I feel disappointed at myself for not putting in sufficient effort during the course of this 2 years.
I'm scared...I'm scared.. Lord...
Then again, Lord, you gave me your word through Paul in the words of Philippians. "Forgetting what is behind and straining towards what is ahead.." Indeed, Father, help me to cast aside all that have passed and instead stay focus onto my goals straight ahead, which is the A levels at the moment. "Let your eyes look straight ahead, fix your gaze directly before you. prov 3:25"
Lord, thank you for giving me friends who encouraged me during the trough of a sine function of my life. I now know that friends aren't only fellow acquaintances but a safety net which you can trust when you fall as you climb the ladder. They say "behind every successful man is a loving woman", but I say "before you're married, at the back of every successful man is an arsenal of caring friends".
But of course Lord, the bestest best friend one could ever ask for is you, Lord Jesus. You're my comforter when I am down, You are my strength when I am weak, You are my provider when everything seems to be depleted. Lord you said "Cast all your anxiety on you because you care for me" (1 peter 5:7 paraphrases).
Heavenly Father, that is exactly what I will do.
Lord, grant me peace of mind and a calm heart...for you care for me....
yours faithfully,
JT
reflected by Juls @ 11:28 am
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Monday, October 02, 2006
Friends are angels in disguised sent by God. I am glad to have friends like Nicole.
During my times of ups and downs (more downs actually), a word of encouragement is all she sent, and I'm glad to have her as my friend. So here's the poem I must share, to all my other friends right out there.
"When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must but don't you quit.
Success is failure turned inside out,
the silver tint of the clouds of doubt.
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems oh so far.
So, stick to the fight when you're hardest hit.
It's when things go wrong that you mustn't quit."
To all out there, take care and Goodnight.
reflected by Juls @ 1:05 am
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God - my comfort and my refuge
During this time of anxiety and high stress level, snippets of God's wisdom becomes all the more comforting and reassuring.
Do Not Worry
"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?
"And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
-Matthew 6 : 25-34
God is Good, all the time, Goodnight
reflected by Juls @ 12:46 am
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A Jack of all trades but a master of none. A man of secrets and Mystery. One can never decipher the very thought in the complex mind of his.
Loves
Chocolate
Photography
Greeb Pastures
Fellowshipping with friends
Hates
being ignored
Big bad wolf
Cows...they steal my grass