Saturday, September 12, 2009

Rankbound.

YV.

Dear YV came to a common ground. A place, a smell and the tension too firmiliar, this time a topic of mergence between another youth community and mine.

Results - YV remains.

Details - Let's just say I dont want to do a wordy post this time. For good or for worst, time is never fails to tell. Selfish or not, and the 'why and hows' of fellow yv's and my decision fails to piece a full picture to me yet or will it?

Yv's second family, it couldnt still be or be a even bigger one if we merged?

It's difficult going through rounds of getting to know people, each other again, it's different. How different and how difficult?

We'll change. When and how much change will make a difference as a whole and an individual?

Side a two year foresee, forsee next year, same time. Where's YV?

I have been on both side of the fence, I have provided my sharings, my care and concerns, I have led in sessions, camps, an event, I have played roles I didn't think I would have played after being confirmed, socially and spirtiually and most importantly kept this community in prayers. But I too have gone away not totally lost but away, some may call it missing in action (MIA-ing). Being there but not there physically plays much difference I came to realize more in this coummunity. I stand convicted with my choice, bending with the wind can be overwhelming but in the end, the final choice sinked in.

As YV ages, many would agree the bad in it should age and go but the good to age to mature.

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"Sometimes we seem to see hate more than love as we have that haunting confusion between both."
The leader in obivious ways but he is scared and humbled away when the truth arise one day. He fed the rich and abandon the poor, he taught the blind to walk and he helped the lame to see. Nothing more than it seems, as how contradicing life can be. To seek that path still in search to be enlighten by our very ownself and to forget knowing the rest.

About Me

Singapore, Serangoon Gardens.
I wouldnt say I'm that much of a simple guy who lives down the street with little motives running through his head, cause that wouldnt be me neither would it be that simple. Like most and all others, a man who transits between his faith, hopes and downs back to reality where either or neither both be found. If I was to state me as simple, then it places my aims to the test. Defying the oughts of nothing but the simple truth, sad and drown, torn yet driven to find out why and the reason he was brought here in aid to comprehend his fingerprints and the complex map as if a form of hardcore tattoo arcoss his palm printed; he urges his story to unfold, crushes the young chapters but alike an innocent kid, places it under his pillow. What will you do if you came back to life and held the object and subject who killed you? To meet and yet be part of the director of this enticing thriller yet dramatic plot of my life.