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Tuesday, April 24, 2007
A story to tell..
Ms spec prett walked past as the class was having an art lesson. They were running around the class..creating chaos, splashing paint at one another. The hapless art teacher tried to stop them but she was greeted by fits of evil laughter. Ms spec prett walked in calmly and the class settled down quickly. ????
The poor art teacher, barely four weeks old into the job, was never meant to take this path. She was meant for something more in life, but her hopes were dashed when she realised that the only way to go was to live with the insult and take the bad as it came along. Six months later... Ms spec prett walks past again. The art teacher has by now, learnt to rely solely on her own wits and confidence to ward off all evil without the help of temple amulets.
She brings her confidence to class with her. Ms spec prett walks past as she is teaching the art of painting to the most notorious class in school-the gangster class. Ms spec prett walks more slowly and peers into the class before walking away. The class is silent and they copy down their notes silently. Five minutes later, ms spec prett is STILL WALKING PAST. This time, she walks in the opposite direction, but her eyes are never away from the poor art teacher. Waiting to devour, waiting to spring a surprise attack.
Is it any wonder that ms spec prett is obviously looking for something more. Looking for an opportune time to find the PERFECT scapegoat, like a mouse that is trapped in the cage and cannot move as the scalding water comes pouring onto its body...This has been the norm for ages, and it will continue to be the norm today. The strong find a way to tower over and oppress the weak, knowing that they can take away their human rights, and the right to fight.
enlightened apvunsoul- 4:54 AM |
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Friday, April 20, 2007
Have served my term for exactly 10 plus months, and counting down still. Sometimes it seems so pointless to go on for a cause that you no longer believe in. You press on out of sheer effort and a crazy determination, undaunted because you know you are made of much tougher substance that any one could understand or try to break.
Yes I am still counting down to the end. There is an end to this tunnel, and it will not drag on forever. The only reason I find myself going on is because I am relying purely on God's strength to pull me through. Without him I would not have made it this far. Lord, every week, I write faithfully on the offering envelop, " I thank you for the favour I have in my situation". Without His favour I AM NOTHING and WILL BE NOTHING.
26 more months to go. Time flies, but not my hopes. Truly the life of a BT is not a bed of roses. It is more like a bed of spikes. Thanking Him always for the anointing and favour that will follow me for the rest of my life as I trust Him forever.
Jeremiah 29:11 "For I know the thoughts I think towards you; thoughts of peace and love, to give you a future and a hope." How apt a description, and how encouraging a verse that keeps me afloat all the while.
enlightened apvunsoul- 4:43 PM |
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Wednesday, April 11, 2007
So sorry for the lack of upbeat posts recently. Anyway, I am happy to announce that I have passed my final theory test on the first attempt with effect from 11/4/2007. I'm elated. Overjoyed. Proud. Ha ha.
Now all i need to do is brush up on my driving skills and gear up for the practical test. One step closer to getting that licence. Thanks for all the support from loved ones!
enlightened apvunsoul- 9:13 PM |
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Monday, April 09, 2007
i feel that i am worse off than the lamb that is butchered and cut into pieces and left to be sold by the pound. damn. my work has come under the scrutiny of the Matrix(mafia boss) who happens to call the shots and is an expert in map reading and the like.
bad news for all map lovers and earth dudes/babes. damn. left to fend for myself in a power-hungry environment, trampled on by the most intolerable pair of feet. damn. how i have often prayed those silent prayers for a change of hands. i wish for change. i wish to be left alone, and not to be told i have to freaking hell standardise everything damned thing. to hell with standardising. Hail the call for STANDARD DEVIATION.
i fear that you the reader may not make any head or tail of the rubbish i have spouted. poor me. my speech and freedom of speech have been curtailed ever since the day i signed my life and soul away for 2k a month.
i am...only human.
i do...have feelings.
i hate...being controlled.
i hate...the ONE.
i long for...peace to be restored soon. All in good timing. Only..the timing is not left for me to decide...
enlightened apvunsoul- 5:44 AM |
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