Shooting stars

Star bright star night
So far so bright,
One grain of sand
From start 'til end.
Distended extended
No pride intended,
Just humble old comet
Reaching out for the summit.

Month of June

It would seem as if I had a nice long break from blogging for the past month. Well, it wasn't, coz I was merely unable to log on. Blogger can be irritating at times (or it can be my internet connection, haiz). Then at other times, it would seem that the Beautiful Game had taken precedence... and eh dare I say rightly so! muhaha. Joga Bonito Brazil! (having ran away from my former position as an England supporter this year in utter disgust and horror over what Eriksen has (once-again) done to the most promising team England had produced in years!) So I guess its kinda fitting then that I update myself by saying what an incredible month this had been for me. To put it as any other way would be a total fabrication or conspiracy to mask the blessings I was gifted with. This month shall remain one of the longest months I have had in a very VERY long while. Surely I wont be able to note all the fundamental points that made this month great. So perhaps in point-form? Fitting as that would be given that June is the month of exams for most students, I shall refrain from this particular format and opt for a nice poem... wahaha.

Out of the ashes and into the storm
A Lone Phoenix arose, fiery wings drawn forth
To set alight to the darkness of a heathen world.

Neither has adversity hid its face
Nor the final embrace of Victory's bosom,
But alive is Hope, and God-willing brighter days to come.

Gone are the days of uncertainty,
Fled are the agents of deceit and lies,
The likes of which would leave
deprivation for darkness.

New alliances founded, old friends rekindled,
Reputation and fame
Infamity and shame,
The share of which have had.
Sheer heights of joy
And bitter pain of sorrow,
All had a place in this mystical time.

A time of rejuvenation,
A time for rebuilding,
A time to begin once again,
The phoenix arose out of dark waters,
Not just as it was in the movies. =P

Songs for the weary sang,
Music for the idle played,
Pined dreams fulfilled,
Good times rejoiced and shared.

Find rest in His lap did I
Focus came from many tries.
To walk as He have walked,
I shall take tomorrow as they come.

Ok that was atypically cryptic! I guess you can always just ask me how great June really was! wahaha. tata

Star-maker

I especially love nebulae; apparently it would seem that it is in these great masses of dust and gas where new stars are born everyday. Creation continues, even as other stars die off... all of it is simply awe-inspiring. To see the physical embodiment of a star-making machine can probably be described as close to seeing the hand of God Himself shaping His Creation. Truly Awesome.

Sick...

Coughing like mad lately.... for some reason always sick when its our team's turn to lead worship; any other time I don't have such nonsense to deal with. Hmph, I wonder.... =P