comfortably dumb

He was better to me than all my hopes;
He was better than all my fears;
He made a bridge of my broken works,
And a rainbow of my tears.
The stormy waves that marked my ocean path,
Did carry my Lord on their crest;
When I dwell on the days of my wilderness march
I can lean on His love for the rest.

He emptied my hands of my treasured store,
and his covenant love revealed,
There was not a wound in my aching heart,
The balm of his breath has not healed.
Oh, tender and true was His discipline sore,
In wisdom, that taught and tried,
Till the soul that He sought was trusting in Him,
And nothing on earth beside.

He guided my paths that I could not see,
By ways that I have not known;
The crooked was straight, and the rough was plain
As I followed the Lord alone.
I praise him still for the pleasant palms,
And the desert streams by the way,
For the glowing pillar of flame by night,
And the sheltering cloud by day.

Never a time on the dreariest day,
But some promise of love endears;
I read from the the past, that my future will be
Far better than all my fears.

Like the golden har, of the wilderness bread,
Stored up with the blossoming rod,
All safe in the ark, with the law of the Lord,
Is the covenant care of my God.

-Streams in the Desert-


Sometimes, we fear for the worst, we shun the uncoming. But those who have fears in their hearts like me, for once He closes a window, He'll open the door.

26th September 2006.

I'm having sleepless nights. All the worrying and caffeine.

It's late and I'm feeling so tired
Having trouble sleeping
This constant compromise
Between thinking and breathing

Some kind of therapy
Is all I need
Please believe me
Some instant remedy
That can cure me completely

Could it be I'm suffering
Because I'll never give in

Three little birds, sat on my window.
And they told me I don't need to worry.
Summer came like cinnamon
So sweet,
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.

Maybe sometimes, we got it wrong, but it's alright
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same
Oh, don't you hesitate.

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.

You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.

Blue as the sky, sombre and lonely,
Sipping tea in the bar by the road side,
(just relax, just relax)
Don't you let those other boys fool you,
Gotta love that afro hairdo.

Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright
The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.
Don't you think it's strange?

Just more than I could take, pity for pity's sake
Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger
When you gonna realise, that you don't even have to try any longer.
Do what you want to.

Had tuition early this morning.
Was going through my Inequalities notes and i came upon what Huiren and Samantha wrote during lecture.
It goes like this...

"Dear God, If you can't make me hot, make my friends ugly!"

I'm mugging. People and Books.

I'm rushing through my topics now.
See my haggard face, it's worn out.
I really need to get pass my promos. Pray for me.
I'm worn out already, I'm beat.

12th September 2006.

Heyy, I'm back for another rendition of Daniel's Journal. Didn't really revamped it much, but added an archive so you could browse through the past entries. The stinking thing about blog is that you lose the thrill after some time. This time, I'll try to keep it going. Notice the word is 'try' dammit.

Some of Life Lines that we could consider. Especially you people my beloved canoeists.

Anger is an Energy: Ranting can be postitive, but the more often you blow up, the less effective it becomes. As a team member, the threat of action can be more effective than the action itself. I still put my foot through dressing room doors occasionally. Old habits die hard.

The Weakest Link: You're only as strong as your weakest lik. Get the most out of that person by finding out what they respond to best.

A Good Boss Makes You feel Invincible: Bobby Robson knew how to manipulate players for the good. We'd have run through brick walls for him.

Find Your Own Motivation: Before big games, Stuart Pearce used to listen to the Sex Pistols. I'd listen to self help or autogenic tapes. We're all different. The tapes taught me that my strength and talents was a big tank with my fingers and toes acting as taps to drain away tension. Another tap in my stomach controlled my adrenalin. I'd row out to the race course feeling a champion.

Never Think You've Made It: Never stop striving to better yourself.

Hard Work Wins Games: The team that wants it more will normally come out on top. There are exceptions, but without drive you'll win nothing.

Hit the Mountain: You can escape into your own world and push yourself as hard as you want. Plus I find I can take my anger out on the waters and hills and they never complain.