life's mean reds.

人老了，让人心酸。

im not great when it comes to recaps, after all, ive always been a strong believer that i can only express myself adequately in 10,000 words. but since each picture is worth a thousand words, perhaps they will suffice, a skeletal story at best, but a story nonetheless:) my lovely housemates (albeit annoying at times:P) the many nights we kept each other awake with our whines and jabs:) in our little courtyard..(that is highly overgrown>.<) our painful lesson: never cook at 1pm for dinner--the wait is especially torturous. picnic at centennial. tell me who else will wake up at 8 to prepare for a picnic till 12 then walk all the way to the park jus to eat? :) amy's bday:) steamboat using rice cookers..yum:) ah chien's bday:D (we made her her hated pea-muffins!:)) at lindt's and subsequently became our most used photo:):) cookie monsters (bible study group:)) cookie monsters muffin:) --thanks jen:) typical b ible study sessions treetop climbing! blue's point royal na

"i cannot always follow the hand of the Artist--some of his work still eludes me. But what the biblical narrative tells me, and in particular, the account of the Christ's passion--is that, while I may not be able to trace the Artist's hands at all times, i can always trust his motives. The God who is in control of all things, who acts behind the scenes in all things, is also the God who willingly suffers. He is the one i can shout at, cry with and find comfort in. His heart, if not all his ways, is clear to me, because on the cross he wore it on his sleeve for all to see. This God is able to sympathize with those who suffer, not simply because he is "all-knowing", an attribute ascribed to any version of divinity-- but because he has experienced pain firsthand. " --John Dickson

my silly bro was hogging my com to do this. and they were right to say exams drive people nuts. love to be back home finally:)

when thinking becomes such a pain ive never thought i would feel that way when words become a clanging cymbal each a real sound yet each meaningless too loud too much to comprehend the nagging feeling of anxiety the front the baseless anger the emotions the detachment lost.

1. We’re not alone, for Christ is here Immanuel our God come near We’re not alone, for to our world Jesus has come, eternal Word. And as he speaks, our souls laid bare Naked, ashamed, sin is made clear And yet he clothes us in his love Never alone, Christ is with us, is with us. 2. The longest walk, earth’s darkest day The pressing crowd, his mounting pain. A heavy load of grief and shame Breathless that we should breathe again. “Father forgive them,” comes his cry Silence from God blackens the sky. A creeping dread in every heart Lost in the world now God departs, God departs. 3. The dawn will come, the sun will rise Out of the grave we’ll see hope’s light. Tomb opened wide, stone rolled away Morning has come, a brand new day. “He isn’t here,” the angel said. “He is alive no longer dead.” Our hearts are lifted, souls raised high Christ is with us, Christ is our life, he’s our life. 4. Never alone, is now our cry In joy, in grief, in lonely sin. Never alone, for Christ is ours He lives