Waxing Lyrical on the Political

Seems like the GST's gonna jump to 7% uh. It did inflame many netizens. A forum in question had many hotblooded females jumping onthe PAP, lambasting their 3 cents worth of how-increasing-the-GST-is-so-not-going-to-help-the-plebians, 4 cents on macroeconomic theory about AE=C+I+G+Net X, 5 cents on indirect taxation, ie how it curbs inflation, and many 6 senses chorused in unison that jumping the (MRT) tracks, is really.such.a.great.idea to raise the political profile of the pungent tax increase.



Fierce.


Doesnt take one's 18 cents to realise that hello girls, you are airing in the wrong forum! The forum in question? Cozycot. Members? Cotters. It is more home econ than macroecon. Yes, we feel dissatisfied because the X-hundred dollars gathered in glee pre-election is presently transitting to taxation. Thats Karma for you. Fast and furious on the express train.


Not going to pretend i know alot about politics, i know nuts. But for sure PM Lee does not visit Cozycot. Really no time to. Bush was in town last week. Remember?


Anyways, am not a Lee and since there's no point and no Poon up there, i'm sourcing viable options to voice dissent. Come to think of it, the only Poon i know is...eh...wait, i know there's Someone! Erm, my cousin? XD


Fess up. Either you were a minor last year, or you were from a walkover constituency..if not For Sure you voted PAP. Can you pay the 7% for the two-oh-oh-five minors? Cause we don't have the X-hundred dollars to tide the walkover. And sad to say, STILL at the receiving end of the Karma. Why-oh-why. :D

Emotions

Well emoted.
Last time the lyrics hit at a resort, whilst on the bed staring up the ceiling.

Then, was expectancy.
This, is way too fast, its a Joke.

Good to see resolution.
Freed from
the swirling split screens.
One sad, one angst ridden, the other helpless.
Last screen shot, a marriage of the three.
Very poignant.

Good luck for exams.

White lies aint have a colour

Just gave a compulsive liar a piece of my mind. After the words came out, my pulse was racing. I haven shouted at anyone like that before, and it doesnt feel good. After which i scrolled down the phonebook and decided to call a friend. Hung up whilst the dial tone was humming away. What should i say?


So from the usual see-how-it-goes, it becomes deal-with-it. Come to think of it, dispensing advice post-occurence really does not help anymore. We are Always smarter in hindsight, and there is not much to say, except deal-with-it! So from the spurious reasonings (or sponatenous lies shld i say?) too in-your-face truth. Wah, it bloody hurts! Then again, i will still keep my faith. Cause really right now i feel like the flagbearer of Stupidity.


And again, i must reiterate. It sucks.

Scared

Stringed coincidences on the table are enough to push hopes over the edge. But still, i am still stuck to the belief that it is true. At this point, i would think a string of coincidences can be taken as facts. Say a string of 2? Is it enough? So confused really, to second guess yourself, repeatedly. Its hard to explain this feeling which teeters along the line of hopeful stupidity to wakeup rationality.


So i said a silent prayer in my head. It calmed me down. Not because i have the answers, but because God is good, and He has His time. That is good to know. For sure, disgruntled grunts will echo if His time happens to be not the time i wish for. It will be easy to sing praises to Him when everything is to one's favour. But when it is not? I am not sure if the faith is strong to sustain if a blow comes my way. Cause really this means something to me. But then again. Who knows better.


This feeling is so foreign to the mind.


The target for this year's Children Enrichment camp is 225. Runs for 4 days, 7 to 6. Third year running, my first involvement. Quite frankly because screaming children are a (major) turn off. So by the grace of God, i received a sms from May Ann asking for helpers to come forward. So after a few days thought and a momental muscle spasm, i replied a yes. As an amateur asst teacher helper for the Church's Children Camp. I'll be lying if i say i'm ecstatic. I'm facing it with alot of apprehension. 8 year olds, wow. Not a easy group to handle. Again, this is a step of faith. Yes it is uncomfortable, but somewhere somehow's gotta learn. I just want to make myself useful larh.


Poor heart is working the palpitations again. I'm scared. My nerves are kway-teow fried. :(

You Had The Nerve!!

It is virtually impossible to contain nerves. The nerves that comes from anxiety that makes sends palpitations and wings on the tummy. My poor heart is really working it! Gosh...I'm so nervous. Actually i meant exclaimation-asterisked maniac nervousness! But lets keep it at a subdued fullstop.


Nervous?.
Yes.
I'm feeling it.
Now.

One step

my everything - 98 degrees



This song puts me at ease. Of course it seems frivolous. Boybands are frivolous (except U2? But thats not a boyband per se). Everything that emotes in the mv are often cheesy pungent.


BUT! Actually im ignoring the mv, but looking at the lyrics. If you were to look closely, methinks they make good lyrics for hymms! Look at it from THAT perspective and you will see what i mean. :D Maybe we should incorporate some lines. Haha


I feel a sense of inequilibrium now that everything is in limbo. You cant feel the ends, nor gain real ground. Its unnerving. I just hope this is not a joke. Like the kid who paces up down the corridoor thinking about a thousand and one possibilities of the result turnouts. Which still resurfaces a question mark. I will say, see how it goes!



The loneliness of nights alone
the search for strength to carry on
my every hope has seemed to die
my eyes had no more tears to cry
then like the sun shining up above
you surrounded me with your endless love
Cause all the things I couldn't see
are now so clear to me

You are my everything
Nothing your love won't bring
My life is yours alone
The only love I've ever known
Your spirit pulls me through
When nothing else will do
Every night I pray On bended knee
That you will always be My everything

Now all my hopes and all my dreams
are suddenly reality
you've opened up my heart to feel
a kind of love that's truly real
a guiding light that'll never fade
there's not a thing in life that I would ever trade
for the love you give it won't let go
I hope you'll always know
You are my everything

(chorus)
You're the breath of life in me
the only one that sets me free
and you have made my soul complete for all time
(for all time)

Sweat

Super nervous. Butt is sweating bullocks.

Someday it will come undone

It is not everyday where verses really jump out of the pages and speak to you.


Here's one that jumped out
"My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness" (2 Corinthians 12:9)


This immediately smoothens out the unease inside. Hope its all for good, though i can't be perfectly certain. Two things beautiful about the verse. "Sufficient" and the juxtaposing "made perfect in weakness". It will turn out fine. Have already imagined the worst scenario. Ain't that bad either. Its the looming shadow of disappointment. Truth to be told, i cannot figure out the big picture, so the comfort of the pillow is the fact the walk through this will make me a stronger person. (but i will very much rather turn out happier, but softer. Heh)


So quoting from my used to abuse line.."see how it goes". :D

Undone

Murky intentions, or hazy ideas, you can call it. Either way, i really doubt the sincerity that comes with it. Bumptiously rattles on a string of fluent nonsense. Whatever it is. I'll take it at face value.


These are times where i know for sure, He is the only one who has been a constant provider. And that really puts things into perspective. Well right now i can care less for watching my back for it is far better watching my heart by keeping my eyes really just on Him.


True, emotions/feelings are overated. Put it out there it gets trampled, put it in cold storage it gets freezed, thaw it, and it becomes lukewarm. It's better to ration it, cause i'm pretty sure Sincerity killed the cat as well.