Living in a cleaned up room where everything's neatly placed is therapeutic for the soul. Or at least when you look at it from the outside. My drawers and covered up places are still in a mess with the small items and stuff.. I packed my room yesterday to get myself all ready for school which starts next week. Dang. I don't know if i should be excited or anything right now. But in any case, that means goodbye to random days where i realise i have nothing to do but sit at home watching streamed videos and getting nagged at by mum for wasting my life away. Its fun at times though, but 2 days in a row? Can't wait for school to start.
So, Sat again began with the morning cycle with dad and a few others. It would have been a healthy activity for everyone, if we hadn't visited Changi V's amazing hawker centre, which had every possible dish that could allow a break-even with the exercise you just had. Or maybe even a profit. Made my way to church right after to meet ben, pris and phil for tomyum. Yes, in like less than 2 hours after the breakfast. Don't blame me, check the picture out first, courtesy rachtan's blog.
It's along kitchener road. (No i'm serious, kitchener. No surprise it has good food though.)
Played for service, had cell, leaders' meeting and headed out for dinner with the biggest group since a long time in jg history. It was fun. Especially the train ride back home where some guy approached us asking if we were Indonesians. What the.
The usual sun with service (holy communion), fastest speaker in hinghwa history, free lunch, powerhouse, worship fellowship, soccer and dan's house. Oh yes, i got to wear my tee that says "Sunday". I'm starting to regret that i didn't buy the whole week's worth.
Oh, p6 chalet this Thurs, church youths who are interested, do tell.
As i was packing my room yesterday, windows shuffled me down to casting crowns', "does anybody hear her". I've heard it before, but it never fails to convict. Which really sat me down to think why i always hesitated when wanting to invite my friends to church lest something embarassing happens, he/she dosen't feel welcome. Hopefully that hesitation would wear off soon, before i really do regret. Is the church its own or God's? Check the video out yourself. The lyrics are a killer.
(youtube won't let me embed it, loads much faster there though. click here)
She is running A hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction She is trying But the canyon's ever widening In the depths of her cold heart So she sets out on another misadventure just to find She's another two years older And she's three more steps behind
Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see? Or does anybody even know she's going down today Under the shadow of our steeple With all the lost and lonely people Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see?
She is yearning For shelter and affection That she never found at home She is searching For a hero to ride in To ride in and save the day And in walks her prince charming And he knows just what to say Momentary lapse of reason And she gives herself away
If judgment looms under every steeple If lofty glances from lofty people Can't see past her scarlet letter And we've never even met her
He is running a hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction
