a six by six by six cube space. freedom of ideas, untramelled ideas, creating matter in space. that would be my first architecture assignment. ` i woke up at 945a.m. this morning and toasted a butter croisant, plus a mini curry puff. went back to room/bed, checked my phone. shock horror! realised that i had an archi talk this morning at ten and so rushed like mad to get to NUS by 1030. its quite amazing i realise i live 5 stops away from SDE. which stands for school of design n environment. school of design! aint that cool :)
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the day before i went shopping with cherie at bugis street and bought a shirt and a jacket. i realise i have been overshopping this month, and i do agree with pastor b. that it is a endless, sub-satisfying cycle. you know, only things that are sub-satisfying are cycles. because they don't fully satisfy, you need the same thing again and again, or variants of the same thing, but because they partially/temporarily satisfy you are tricked into wanting more of it. but with the very BEST you constantly bask in that ONE thing, and discover endless amazing 1001 facts about It. Him. God.
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what do i expect out of the kunming mission trip? everytime i get a glimpse i feel fallen. last week i think i heard God speak, that the closer to him i am, the clearer the calling becomes. and today, it was like the sequel, that it is not so much the gifts he has placed in me that matters, but the Giver. regarding the thing that i want to do most, the thing that i want to do each week but am kept from doing by fears- of overlaiding my schedule, overstretching my skin, of being a buckler to personal pride, i recall an sms my friend sent me:
God does not call the justified,
He justifies the called.
He justifies the called.
i found that strangely comforting. that i dont have to make sure all is right before i commit, because that Perfect Day will never come. Step-by-step walking.
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green apple. the malady of prejudice.
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green apple. the malady of prejudice.
i realise my prejudices run deep.
they are like green apples,
plastic waxed smooth and envious,
until i take a knife with its cool sharp blade
and slice beneath the surface
scraping off the years of clogged misperceptions
shaving, cutting off distortions,
and i am left with a nakedly white
blindingly pure and pristine
inner orb. containing the seed of life.
they are like green apples,
plastic waxed smooth and envious,
until i take a knife with its cool sharp blade
and slice beneath the surface
scraping off the years of clogged misperceptions
shaving, cutting off distortions,
and i am left with a nakedly white
blindingly pure and pristine
inner orb. containing the seed of life.
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