wow.
in the blink of an eye.
it's almost christmas!
how time really flies.
well.
one event that played a major role in my life
during this december.
yes.
none other than the JB church retreat to tanjong puteri golf resort.
it was really nice.
praise and worship.
spiritual sessions.
games.
HUGS!
i am simply in LOVE with this camp.

a few major happenings during the camp.
we had the passion scene.
where we were supposed to drink wine
as in wine dat jesus took at the
last supper.
the sad thing was:
i didn't feel anything at all.
almost everyone in the room cried.
sheesh.
i thought i was abnormal.

then the second night.
laying of hands and praying over.
i did not feel anything at all.
i was getting scared.
then later we sang
POWER OF YOUR LOVE.
that was when i felt it.
wow.
tears just poured out.
ok.
now i felt it.
the holy spirit.
: )

last day.
washing of feet.
samantha lee washed my feet.
i was so touched.
really.
never expected this friend.
who is actually very "tai tai"
to wash my feet for me.
that is love.
it was supposed to be a serious moment.
but after washing feet.
many of us went to the back to talk.
Fr Bosco was upset.
really upset.
he told us to reflect.
all of us were solemn when we left the room.

then it was mass.
Fr Bos' mood suddenly changed.
he said that sad stuff aside.
we were goin to celebrate the eucharist.
: )

after mass.
we had more HUGS.
and we got back our warm fuzzies.
: D

i'm beginning to like church camps for the first time.
GOD ROCKS THE WORLD MAN.
Our boss, Fr Bosco too!
haha.

You think I'm an ignorant savage
And you've been so many places; I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see, if the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know?
You don't know...

You think you own whatever land you land on
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name.

You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

How high can the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down then you'll never know

And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or coloured skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
We need to paint with all the colours of the wind

You can own the earth and still
All you'll own is earth until
You can paint with all the colours of the wind

wtfh man.

all this bullshit that i write.
means nothing at all.

just want to be silent now.
really
-silent-