Man of God.
The Lost
Jeremiah
Singer
Writer
For every Prayer.




From the Inside Out
Phillips, Craig % Dean


Creations.
Church
`Emelyne

`EnXuan

`PeiQi

`Bevan

`James

`Kenneth

`Grace

Balestier Hill Sec
`Huiying

`Jaclyn

`XiuWen

`Hafiz

`Maxim

`NianDeng

`XuePeng

`Zhong Wei

Republic Poly
`Jonathan

`Yong Jia

`Fadhilah

`Li Han

Other Relations
`Anne

`Couz Rachel

`Couz Joshua





Loveless
(Poem)


Prologue (Poem)
When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s end
The goddess descends from the sky
Wings of light and dark spread afar
She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting

Act I (Poem)
Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess
We seek it thus, and take it to the sky
Ripples form on the water’s surface
The wandering soul knows no rest.

Act II (Poem)
There is no hate, only joy
For you are beloved by the goddess
Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds

Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul
Pride is lost
Wings stripped away, the end is nigh

Act III (Poem)
My friend, do you fly away now?
To a world that abhors you and I?
All that awaits you is a somber morrow
No matter where the winds may blow

My friend, your desire
Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess

Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return

Act IV (Poem) My friend, the fates are cruel There are no dreams, no honor remains The arrow has left the bow of the goddess
My soul, corrupted by vengeance
Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey
In my own salvation
And your eternal slumber

Legend shall speak
Of sacrifice at world’s end
The wind sails over the water’s surface
Quietly, but surely

Act V (Poem)
Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
To become the dew that quenches the land
To spare the sands, the seas, the skies
I offer thee this silent sacrifice


Loveless
(Interpreted)


Prologue (Interpreted)
When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s end
The goddess descends from the sky

Wings of light and dark spread afar
She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting

Act I (Interpreted)
The infinite mystery
The gift of the goddess is what the three men seek
But their fates are scattered by war

One becomes a hero, one wanders the land
And the last is taken prisoner

But the three are still bound by a solemn oath
To seek the answer together, once again

Act II (Interpreted)
Though the prisoner escapes, he is gravely wounded
His life is saved, however
By a woman of the opposing nation

He begins a life of seclusion with her
Which seems to hold the promise of eternal bliss

But as happiness grows, so does guilt
Of not fulfilling the oath to his friends

Act III (Interpreted)
As the war sends the world hurtling towards destruction
The prisoner departs with his newfound love
And embarks on a new journey

He is guided by hope that the gift will bring bliss
And the oath that he swore to his friends

Though no oath is shared between the lovers
In their hearts they know they will meet again



Wednesday, January 20, 2010
A watch for calculative-ness
Ever wondered why i take notice of the oddest things ? i mean as in timing.

Like the traffic light at my house at the indian temple, takes 2mins and 39 secs to change. Somewhat.

Or the traffic light to bugis.

3mins 19 secs.



Or even the timing the bus comes.

Like 7.55am
then before that would be 7.48am


Or perhaps even the timing of the train.

The train always comes at


7.43, 7.48, 7.53, 7.57, 8.03, 8.07, 8.13, 8.17, 8,22, 8,27, 8.33.

These are all the times the train to woodlands reaches newton mrt station. in the morning. And they're usually accurate... perhaps sometimes being 1 or 2 mins off (whether earlier or later)



It's odd i have such a notice of time.. perhaps it's cause in the morning there's nothing to do really.. but to calculate.

I used to have a wrist watch.. i used it to calculate exact timings.
When to walk out of the house, roughly how fast to walk so that i do not need to stop walking when i hit the traffic light.. so on and so forth..
Abit silly but it was what i did, for a while.


I don't know why im posting this.. it.s 12.30am.. and i should sleep, but i'm just waiting for replies... probably finish chatting then i'll sleep =).

12:20 AM
Even If The Morrow Is Barren Of Promises, Nothing Shall Forestall My Return.