Since there is only five days left

There wouldn't be much that is going to come up. Might as well, out of the blue, one traces back the moments of this year, 2012. 

[In chronological fashion]: 

1.Dye hair for the first time (yes putting a die, end to those roots; the old has gone, new has come)

2.Staying in hall for the first time (as a proud legal resident of the Avenue)

3.Mature, mature 

4.Official membership to a local church

5.Job for the first time (when it is the legitimate type, tutoring doesn't count)

6.Manipulating the DSLR (like finally, the manual- applauds)

7.Change. Change. Change- leaving the old phone behind and to a smartphone

8.What the world might possibly chase after (in the shoes of the world)

9.In the shoes of an Atheist and an anti-Christian

10.Writing Christmas cards for the first time

11.Buying Christmas presents for the first time

12.Experiencing Christmas

13.Wash one's hair 

21, and not 22

After years of speculation, one finally knows the answer. It is to be more loved.

What He is

To think all the thoughts that one has

To write all the pages filling one's praises

To see all the sights there is

To walk all the walks of this earth

To be all that one is enabled to be 

To sing all the songs that one wants to sing 
And it is. Not enough. 

The difference between that and that

No, it was not technical glitches. Some differences i found out in the applications.

	Android	iPhone
Layout of Foursquare	Check-in comments only, any are further 'retractable'	Displays of "posts", with immediate image as background and comments (if any)
Checking-in in Foursquare	Through searching of name	Via nearest location
Adding of photos in Foursquarexx	Choice of camera to use	Prompts camera phone only

There isn't a right or wrong (doing ways), just how one works around it.

That's why we like the number 2

So you like to have things complete. To have a closure. To have a come and go. It is apportioned and appropriate. Not to have a loose feeling. Even must be your favourite number. 

Steal and/save

From the stealer, to the saver. Once a while it is not too fastidious to look at extrinsic sources. However it is at times the resource, which is within oneself. Why not not take it from anywhere else. The power of oneself.

8.43%

One has calculated, that this is the most optimum volume for one. In terms of how much to turn to. Find out about yours today.  

Abbreviations

Abbreviations, there have been a lot of them lately. 

Surreptitiously, these became a part of what one is.

1.Btw
2.Haha
3.i
4.Nvm
5.Lol

That's all one could think of at the moment.

But it is helpful

When changing topics like changing clothes

Its like one not not have a pact every semester. Hotel, design school.
Fixation.

It is always better to give than to take

To give in, to give up. It was actually liberating for one. For He so loved the whole world, He gave.

The greatest gift, the greatest possession. The greatest gift which became a possession for others.  

The old ones need chargin', the new ones cleaning

So come to pass, this is the time where there things sedate. It is the old ones which need recharging, given the low autonomy in their expenditure of energy, and the new ones which need some cleaning, considering their folds-(multiple) in change. Its the low mobility which does not lead to the gathering of dust, and the constant energy Charge that does not need attending to. Like as if they are a-brooding, one's litter. In the age of aging. 

For new one

Perfectionist is probably what which comes by, if everything is made within a plan. If it goes away, its just like that.

Back to the axis

Falling in love with the things and not the person, falling in love with the peripherals and not the axis. Sometimes one can be lost in the truth. So what is the person; anyway, if it is the things which define the person? Get one's ideas right. 

The enclosure of ears

There is a greater and greater incidence of one not getting in contact with sound. The "wall", virtual social networks, the binary way of communication. There is still the flooding of multistimuli images and text, but sound has lost the embarkation in this bandwagon. One seems to have shed the cognitive ability of processing sound. How to hear again? Maybe we can listen, but are afraid of hearing.

I do

Because of who You are, one does not have to depend on how one feels.

In times of sickness, in times of health,
In times of work, in times of flogging,
In times of danger, in times of safety,
In times of jealousy,
In times of toiling,
In times in the open, in times in shelters,
In times of weakness, in times of strength,
In times of hunger, in times of plenty.

Perspectives

Sometimes, what one deems as significant may not mean as much to the other party. So it evens out.

Insomnia

Bless you! If you are wheezing, someone is talking about you. If you have insomnia, the spaces of the night is because someone is thinking of you.

The treachery

In the most of these days, it is at best to keep one's niche, and not acquire it. Ball player through one's life, or long-term dancer in the trade of the arts. Did not know what to choose, so kept along in the same line. It was probably one had no say that took to this, not because one particularly wanted it. 

For someone

Have you ever felt like changing your handwriting.  

Changing the way you behave, the way you think, parts of yourself. 

The mugger, the otaku.

Otaku, mugger.

Consumerism

Seems like there is no need to keep things, because one don't think (one will have the time) to go back and look at them again.

Where to start

Can you imagine someone telling you this, "you will never find someone like me again." So confident, so pompous. Knowing oneself so well. How to write.

Tertiary colours

Sad. Happy. Angry. Between them, there are so many the ambiguous, amorphous, unclassified. 

Nervousness
Tension
Frustration
Teasing
Disgusted
Cautious
Shruggingitoffness
Amusement
Despondence
Aroused
Disconcert
Rebellious
Possessiveness
Repressed
Wry
Loneliness
Passionate
Drunkenness
Procrastination
Laziness
Sluggish
Shyness
Ambivalent

It's all about you

One has these. But with you one can know how to spur it in the right direction. One's like this, but is also you who gave one these. One can only depend on you.  

When one is empowered, one can have confidence

Confidence is a kind of empowerment because it stems from the unseen. The seen dies. The unseen is imperishable. So is the Spirit of our hearts. The spirit is not tangible. Hence it in our hearts makes us imperishable. The confidence that comes from us is not perishable, and we are empowered.

The Seventh Passage

The 7 passages. Yes, the 7. The 7 passage inertia. 

One hopes; in contrary, that with the rest, there will be no tune-downs.

The matter of life and death

Having been rescued, one knows what death is like. Having died, one needed to be breathed into life again. When I speak, I could rescue others, or be breathed into life again. I could be, life and death? Is this what is life and death? The line between life and death, the seen and the unseen? 

Lose#2- Hope

The "hope" in one, and the hope in knowing that He will come back for one; after so many arguments about sadness is wholesome, the pendulum subjected to original position which is the sadness, after the oscillation in the transience of the feeling of exhilaration, one finally knows why grievance should not be upheld/encouraged/dwelled upon. 

If you are the one who completes one's joy, and one were to turn to you with a grieving countenance, where else can one draw one's comfort? Unless you are not the one one has lots of faith in in the first place. One will not be mournful in front of the one who makes one rejoice. Otherwise one is mourning the one who comforts one. 

Lose

Today, one has been lost. P.S. 1. To walk about and not know one's way. 2. Be deeply entrenched in something. 3. To lose something. 4. To be defeated.

Hard copy album

We have many of those. Laid. In a not so graceful dump of default, to be nagged at album title names, even.

Imagine if one had ones in hard copy. Folding and leafing through the polaroid photos. Taking them along, on one's travels. When one sees something new to take, one can just pocket it into the album. Flipping back to the old. The surreality of such weight on one's back. Feeling it getting heavier. 

Moving on

Through the holidays, one has seen many windows opened, many possibilities and how they could become possible. Flashbacks, hidden potentials. One now knows to focus, and what to focus.  

When one finally accepts that seasons can change, the tide turns. Time and tide waits for one, in Him. 

Choosing

Isaiah 43, verse 18.

Forgetting how it was like in the beginning

At a new device or gizmo one recently adopted, having received it (in one's life), because (in the first place), it was one's own head to give it a nod to the welcoming change, and one's heart to weigh out the possibilities before making a muster. Effecting, and using the device. Attached on one's life like synthetic implants. Getting used to it, with it rubbing the shoulders of oneself however protruding. Being seen with it. However towards the end, its shape might not fit one's life and one puts it down. Dismisses it. Discards it. 

An idea of how some things are abandoned. A complete opposite from the idea of the resolution. It is a change and it is not going to make it (with one) to the end.    

  

What kind of fear is one facing

Sow fear, raise hope.


Sow fear, raise understanding.

There are two kinds of people. One is the more down and under they are, the stronger they can feel Him. The other is the more up and about they are, the stronger they can feel Him.

There are two kinds of people. One is the more down and under they are, the more they distant themselves from Him. The other is the more down and under they are, the more they need Him. 


There are two kinds of people. One is the more down and under they are, the more they distant themselves from people. The other is the more down and under they are, the more they need people.

When I became number "one"

Yes. One has found this date, when one stopped addressing "myself" as I. Being afraid. Of being personal. Being poignant. It was the same syndrome as not pasting smiley faces on texts.


P.S. Before that, one could already tell one was trying to avoid the usage of I. Maybe using 1 one could transplant more Is in one's sentences. 

Absolute words

: no exception. With no gradation. 


Impossible
Amazing
Unending
Unbelievable
Abnormal
Incredible
Absolute
Endless
Everlasting
Unforgettable
Unabashed
Unimaginable
Unimpressive

Inspired

Undying

Incomparable

Unconditional
Eternal
Always
Unfailing
Awhile

Somehow, the words with vowel-headed prefixes just look like more, powerful.

Now one knows how there were perfect

It is perfect to me when


you stay the same.

Trying to speak to one of my stronghold

..so what it is important?

Hi

Why is Earth round? If it was a cube, flat on the surface we live in, it would be a point for us to see the USA, or any country in that matter, if we take our binoculars. 


It was probably created this way, so that we will not be able to see USA.

Another story I can tell

Amos 5:14 


Do what is good and run from evil so that you may live! Then the Lord God of Heaven’s Armies will be your helper, just as you have claimed.


One does not know, but continue letting Him write on one.

Revelation

This might be one of the smallest things, the most blatant of it all, yet mostly it is the planks, the blemishes of dusts in one's eye that one cannot see, and it is a heave of relief that at least speck by speck, something has been hacked.


If the sky crashes, one looks for larks.


One's results are not good enough, so one menacingly throw one(self) inside more books. 


One's family turns sour, so one burns bridges. 


One's pockets are not big enough, so one digs a hole in it.  


One hits upon a snail, so one kicks it. 


Until the end, everything has been stripped off till a bark, its only one left. Ok, so every exhaust system has been expended, every escape plan has been crossed out, what can one do now? Like reaching upon the dead end of a maze, every surface and path blocked out. There seems to be nothing left, only one. It seems to be a signal, to one, (that one should never overlook at), that nothing is going to change, it can only be one; (in the perspective in the grinding or in the physical or literally). Only then it is the "better". It seems to be the hard truth, of life, and probably one's purpose, that nothing is ever 'good', only "one" can make it good. Therefore one has to head it this way, making 'one' good, and from there goodness can leak out, transforming the things and influencing the people. Nothing is ever good.   
    

知人知面知己知彼 知心

何年何月 何日何时 何时能 有知音.
知人知面 知己知彼 只知心 是知音.
音响音绝 音清音伦 因叹息 无知音.

"Sale"

Why is there a sale ongoing annually. Is there a need for it once every year [is up]?  Does one really earn any money from (the outpourings from) a sale. What are the things sold (to be qualified) in a sale? Outcasted, cheap thrills that it would still find an expected owner anywhere? Then why don't there be a sale everydayas and when. Why only sale in a sale period? Why don't every day be lived as a sale and every sale as a non-sale, until the enumeration might cancel off each other and there will be no more sale or non-sale-companies losing their latch on the sale? 


How about the sale in one's life. What are the things one should go on a "sale"? And why some things on sale, while others not (need). If it is all-sale is it equivalent to no sale and actually days= sale {days} until there is no such thing as a sale or no-sale and one might as well lose one's latch on the sale. 

And one should not do it like this again

Thank you You, for telling one this. One gets it.

I'm afraid

Something that is threatening, invoking disgust amidst one's weakest points, or evoking fear within someone.


I'm afraid of karyotypes (and type) and lightning. 
I'm afraid of the dark.
I'm afraid of death and insomia.
I'm afraid (of you.)
I'm afraid that I will not able to hold it out much longer.
I'm afraid; its me.


{Is it that hard?} Afraid becomes a hinder. Moving on, it is no longer the fear of serpents or demons, but the one who seems to be bigger than this world and problems (in totalitarianism) greater than God Himself. The fear of thyself.

Contamination

On earth, red, yellow, and blue add up to black. A bit of black and it will taint the entire palette, no matter how how much white is added.


In the metaphysical, colour is additive, red, green and blue add up to white. With a bit of light, it will shine away the darkness. 


It is not that always with sadness, it will be the one that dominates. A bit of sadness and it will maim the overall feeling of well-being. 

No matter where you are, I will catch you

No matter what angle you close at, I will hold you, because I am a rounded surface; you are a straight slab of door or stick. 


Round seems to have an edge over, be it to make wheels, which will succumb all surface of their friction, or ball bearings, which will grip any 2 components at any angle. One seems in the need to be more round, too.

Finish what one started

Could one finish expending the texts in the book, before buying a next? Consumables, a perishable commodity, can books be used in the same way. Finish using them, before getting new ones. {How did the books in one's house (ever) come about.} If dealt the same way, could one ever finish poring over the texts. The idea of finishing is also the same idea as not letting go. 

说到细细麻麻

气呼呼的时候


回想到两, 三年前的决定, 原来那是要自己变成个清新的人.

There is no opposing in the denying

Today one is feeling sad. To humans, sadness is such an unwholesome thing, like drugs, physical attachment to things which are worldly. It will water down. In time then talk about it again. The way one has an earthly father and mother and the way one has a heavenly father. 


However one is sad because one seems to be the only one which does it. One seems to be the only one inside, be it in it, or in Him. The rest may be there, but there doesn't seem to have much interaction, one still feels like the only one. And because one is the only one in it, one is happily serving, and supporting, no longer because of the catching of the ball in aloneness, or the wholeness in which the calling is upon one. 


One is sad because one is the only one inside it, and now that it is over, one seems like the only one which is sad. Even though one had been there majorly the time, a presence, even. One sort of misses it.