Ministry

Standing under the noon sun's heat
Feeling the rocky boat under my feet
Pulling the empty nets back from the water
The fish getting fewer the work getting harder
The weather above was the reflection of my feelings
Of the dread I felt of returning with nothing

The noisy crowd that walked along the beach
Went unnoticed by my brother and me
But to our ears a voice reached
Calling us "fisherman of the sea!"
It was the man they called the Messiah
The promised one that John talked about
Immediately we felt inside us a fire
As our hopes rose he called out

"Come and follow me, Andrew and Simon
"From now on you'll be fishers of men."

~of the calling of the first disciples~

*Poor attempt at a poem. I'm not really good. The only thing I like is to rhyme them. Rarely read Shakespearean literature. So, anyway, my first poem, I think. Yup, this is the reason I took so long to update. And my tendency to procrastinate...  (:




quote: Praying takes up no time, but occupies all of your time.

Sweet Slime

Holidays are near, yay(: Precious time to study ;)

I'm joking, I'm not crazy about studying, but it's time to accept the fact that next year is SPM for me just as it is for my seniors today. Nothing much's happenning. I'm bored and willing to accept any challenge or outing invitations...please? T&C apply of course.

Currently hooked to T-Swift songs. For some reason.

Essay:

I knew it was midnight because my stomach was growling with a special tune. I peeked from my little muddy hole and looked out into the confusing danger humans call the city. So I scrambled along on all fours carefully, confident of my invisibility. If you were a smart, sharp rat like me, you would never get caught by cats. They are the ones that stink not us. Flavours of food drifted through the air, searching for my nostrils. I was trapped, the temptation was too great. Italian, it is. I climbed on through the pipe that I very well knew zigzagged to the best spaghetti sauce in town. The silly humans had left the bowls of stew unattended too. I gulped some and sprang back into the shadows, knowing very well the dangers of getting carried away. Then, I saw it. The rows of plates full of spaghetti. Meatballs, sauce and all. They seemed to have been arranged all nicely on one long table...for me? I didn't stop to think. The next thing I knew I was swimming in warm sauce and nibbling at the giant meatballs. My muscles suddenly froze and my hair stood on end. I blinked and something struck me. The world became fuzzy and the last thing I saw was the pair of human eyes staring at me.


Sorry, that was quite a poor essay. I was just doing some practice. : /