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Thursday, September 2nd, 2004
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10:01 pm - Hellooo!
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My gosh, I now have a NEW BLOG!!!!
*Rejoice all you pitiful mortals!!!*
And it's at:
http://luokianboon.blogspot.com/
You have no choice but to notice the TITULAR WEB ADDRESS!!!
Fear mee!!!
Raarh!!
-Kian Boon
P.S. I'm not done with it yet ya? Gonna move all my stuff over.
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2:14 am - Following His footsteps
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Since childhood
I've seen, like a dream
a man who combs the shores each morning.
He is young,
though his hands are weathered and strong.
(He has been stung, cut and bitten many times)
And his eyes catch the light of Dawn
like fire.
He kneels, sifting
through mud and clay
at lowest tide, through things that creep and slither.
Searching for something he knows is there.
In the light,
a pebble emerges.
It shines like the fire of the sun in his eyes.
Such a joy!
Meeting his familiar smile
and walking along the water's edge
where I followed his footesteps and met his eyes
which beckoned me to walk, further,
than I possibly ever could
towards the horizon-
And there my feet stopped-
But my dreams followed him past the horizon
and towards the fire shining brighter than life.
(Which I knew existed,
his eyes shone so brightly that anyone could tell)
Time has long since past.
But my dreams have brought me back
to where they used to play.
And I walk, once again
the path preserved by his footsteps,
where time and age cannot touch.
And I recall, how I used to look up
and see His eyes shining back at mine.
And I will walk the paths which share his life,
the fire of the sun fresh caught in my eyes.
-Dedicated to Pastor How for his birthday,
31/8/04
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| Saturday, August 28th, 2004
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1:09 pm - Portrait of an eathern vessel carrying gold
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Like a waft of inscense,
thin and obsequious
my prayer rose to heaven.
Contrite
my guilty nose smells shallow fragrance.
Weakly repentant.
Offensive stench of the world,
foreign idols
like crushed joss sticks scattered on His altar.
A disdainful fragrance
invokes wrath.
Pitiful attempt to attain Nirvana.
How I wretch.
Yet, pity them. Reaching out. My prayers
driven skyward
on the smokey plumes of judged flesh.
And Mercy.
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| Wednesday, August 4th, 2004
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9:49 pm - Foreign Greeting
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Long time since I last blogged,
I guess there's not much time.
Righto!
First things first,
I will be moving to an all new blog!!
*Celebrates for an otherwise unnecessary 10 minutes =D*
This blog is way user friendly
and it doesn't have that pockmark of an advertisement that blogger has.
*Curse you Blogger Adverstisement makers!!!*
But after all that's said and done,
this blog just looks a little on the drab side.
Although I still kinda love it.
...
And now I'm getting second thoughts. Drat.
Secondly,
yes, life is picking up,
in so many different ways!
I have promised to do my work!!!
I shall be a GOOD student from now on!!
*Smiles broadly*
Really!!!!
Really!!
Really...
...
Don't you look at me like that!
*Sobs quietly and retreats behind the flower pots*
Enough of lies.
Thirdly
I shall be working for the notorious DIM SUM DOLLIES
which is otherwise a declaration of my contract with the CLC(Cheap Labour Company).
Ushering, Ticketing, Merchandise,
Oh my!
It's a terrible way to spend the rest of my life,
but it's for the resume.
EVERYTHING'S for the resume.
You lifeless Singaporean mugger bastards all of you!!!
*If you shout this out loud, I'd respond to it. Sad world.*
Fourthly
I noticed how sad it would be
it you could sum up my life thus far into four points.
Which would be pathetic.
Ohh, my eye is puffy.
Too busy to blog.
There's too much to do now.
The Kingdom of God is moving,
Oh, that I am catching yet another wave
of revival and power.
This entry will have to suffice.
I have been so down before this,
but a change...
Life can never be the same
when the Ruler of Heaven and Earth lives within you.
I have to heave aside anything hindering me,
Oh, that it would die and be dragged out as I enter God's presence.
Not my will, but Your will be done.
Your will be done...
Ha, beloved brother,
Neither of us can die yet...
Nor ever stop running. Ever.
Let our yes be yes and no be no.
I'll look out for you, as you've looked out for me.
Ha, I won't let you die so soon anyhow.
Love you.
With best regards, always loving God,
Kian Boon
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| Monday, July 12th, 2004
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12:34 am - On Water
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My journey
slip on sandals
clothes
my staff
crossing the sea.
Wind, waves
Storm
Weather it through.
The horizon hides faraway lands.
When I'm there,
I promise to tell
how I got there.
About how
I sank sometimes
but got up.
Strange weather,
made it anyway.
And how the Sunset
Always looked extraordinarily good
After the storms had died.
You'll tread that same path,
Beloved,
And never forget to prick your ears
Always look out for drowning cries.
You'll never know,
When you'll need help.
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| Tuesday, July 6th, 2004
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12:36 am - Individuality
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I am,
me.
a leader
newest
least experienced
young
my team
youngest,
physically
mentally
not spiritually.
I am,
unique
singly special
one of a kind
like no other
leader
youngest generation.
I am
a different
flavour
colour
personality
ability
challenge
struggle
battles to fight.
I will be
secure
unshaken
successful
dynamic
revival
conquering
overcoming
fruitful
giant slaying,
warrior
priest
minister
man
of
love.
One level higher.
One purpose.
One mission.
One God.
One love.
Only Him.
-Kian Boon
current mood:  determined
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| Tuesday, June 29th, 2004
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12:38 am - This entry is so that I will get my notebook&pencilcase back.
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Name: Joanne Koh Hui Ling.
Otherwise known as: Sophia Koh Kee Hong
Also carries the physical properties of: Muah Chee, Ya Kun Kaya Toast
Age: No secret
Bloodtype: Curry Puff
Hair: In need of rebonding
Fingers: Guitar String Destroyers
Voice: "I wanna be a reflector!!"
VITAL STATS:
T: Requires
M: Much
B: Help
Best Friend: Jesus Christ
Second Best Friend: Chocolate
Hobby: Squeezing fishball juice
Second Best Friend's Best Friend: Elaine
Likes: Many things to do with chocolate except cockroaches
Hates: Cockroaches disguised as chocolates
Blood Relations: Ah Cai, Jackson, Elaine, Noni, Jacky, Yvonne, Chocolates and Curry Puffs.
Super Heroine Identity: KKH otherwise known as the Mighty Muah Chee (MMC)
Can be found at: Everywhere else other than home
Personal Acheivements: Leads Worship Team, Runs Team of OrchidParkians(??)(= D), driven the worldwide sotong population to extinction
Catch Phrase: "TAG ME."
Runner-up Catch Phrase: "Esmonde blog about me!!!"
Honourary Catch Phrase: "Esmonde! Stop Talking to Dominic and blog about me!!"
Fav Movie: Bananas in Pyjamas versus Liang Po Po
Fav Animal: Fish...Ball
Fav Colour: The colours of heaven
Fav Music: A chorus of angels
Fav Word: 'Sai'
Most Wonderful Dream-Come-True: Meeting Jesus face to face
Second Most Wonderful Dream-Come-True: A fish...ball in all the colours of heaven descending in an angelic choir of Bananas in Pyjamas and Liang Po Po's locked in an inseparable duel presenting to her a plate of Curry Puffs filled with Chocolate coated Muah Chee and a cup of fishball juice, all of which bearing no form of semblance to cockroaches.
Fantasy Birthday Setting: Tables covered with sheets of low-grade plastic, port-a-loos, relatives and Ah Mas playing Mahjong, Peanuts, Candy, Watermelon seeds, esspecially big gift box and a big close up of her beautiful face so everyone will be able to remember her looks.
Wishlist:
1) Unlimited HandPhone Bill
2) Taylor
3) Paragon Sogo
4) Sotong
5) Hor Fun w/ sotong
6) CKTang to close down so our church can move there
She is planning to:
1) Treat Dom to N.Y.D.C.
2) Make a new blog w/ tagboard for Esmonde
3) Study hard for O's! =)
4) Treat her friends to Gelare =D
5) Return me my notebook and pencilcase!!! =D*hooray!*
Joanne... Heehee...
You have UNLEASHED a force BEYOND your CONTROL.
Hehehheheeeee....
Expert Blogger,
Kian Boon
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| Friday, June 25th, 2004
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2:52 am - Visions in the Valley
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When my foot at last is set
on that mountain's peak,
and when that last bit of loose gravel
crumbles into the grave below,
I will breathe, exhale,
every sorrow and pain
discharged into eternity
in a single breath,
forgotten.
The sunshine will wash
every last bit of darkness off my soul
and my victory will ring,
as soundless as the wind
but as lasting as time itself,
throughout the seas and skies
of ether blue.
Hanging by a thin strand of faith,
onto the Promises of God.
Love Him,
Kian Boon
current mood:  tired
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| Sunday, June 20th, 2004
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3:27 am - My mind is warped beyond recognition now.
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Makeover!!
I bought:
-Jeans x2
-Rather tight Msized teeshirt from Samuel & Calvin
-Blue belt thingy
-Blue shoes which I'd never buy in my whole entire beautiful life
-White striped shirt which is said to make me look rougish (?)
-Haircut (Considered a controversial fashion statement in SO many ways!!)
-STYLING GEL (Which KS has been helping me apply, kudos bro)
-New glasses (Cos the old ones make me look like a "Ah Cek")
-Billabong Sling Bag!!
Grand total:
$348.90
I feel SO ALIVE!!
Wonderfully Awesome Crazy Extravagant Once-In-A-Lifetime Splurging Trendy AllThingsArePossible Star-Spangled Funnerrific Fashionable Supercallafragilisticespialladocious Suoicodallaipsecitsiligarfallacrepus SPENDING SPREE CUM MAKEOVER!!!
I feel like a total fag for typing that.
Very much thanks to Dom, ValFifiIskandarMirza and Ah Hui for all their collective wisdom and undeniable fashion taste!
New me,
Kian Boon
current mood:  cheerful
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| Friday, May 28th, 2004
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11:12 pm - Sparkly heart thingy
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| Wednesday, May 26th, 2004
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12:02 am - Recollections of a humour on which I'm practicing CPR
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It's so hard to be funny.
I may be typing my fingers off,
but the humour fairy has not appeared.
The accursed thing.
After denying her presence on this blog,
she must have contracted some sort of disease from being unable to release her powers.
Humour
Invariably
Vetoed
And I bet right now her body is facing some sort of buildup which can only be realeased by means unexplainable
Pre
Magical
Syndrome
This must be the glittery stuff that comes out from between their legs every time they fly by.
Poor things.
They seem to have it very often.
Anyhow, it seems quite normal to want to fly around especially when having nasty stomach contractions.
Well I wouldn't want to sit around other people and get all grumpy.
Hm.
Fairy PMS.
I couldn't imagine having ethereal, aery cramps.
It must be some tickly, prickly sensation
like that kind you get below the waist after releasing your bladder.
How intriguing and yet totally revolting.
Oh well.
Welcome to the world of Fairies and awful cramps.
-Kian Boon
current mood:  crappy
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| Monday, May 17th, 2004
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3:09 pm - Breath of life
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You are my strength when I am weak,
You are the treasure that I seek.
You are my all in all.
Seeking You as a precious jewel,
Lord to give up I'd be a fool.
You are my all in all.
You are my strength when I am weak...
Picking me up whenever I fall...
Holding me gently through every storm...
The source of my peace and joy...
Jesus...
Holding my hand in this race that I run...
How precious it is that He can love someone as difficult and dirty as me.
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| Thursday, May 6th, 2004
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11:52 pm - Frozen Grapes in a Bunch
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Dark Purple,
hidden in a frosty mask.
Like icing sugar!
Pop them in my mouth,
roll them with my tongue
and feel my teeth growing cold.
Or bite them right through.
Snow-white flesh,
a rush of icy fragrance!
Cool-sweet sensation like the hues of an aurora
Sliding down the back of my throat.
Savouring the frozen touch
of flavour upon my tongue.
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11:50 pm - Sunflower Fields on a Lonely Farm
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Sunflowers,
Standing Still,
Silence.
Stoic,
Summertime Sentinels.
Serenity.
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| Tuesday, May 4th, 2004
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12:12 am - Up The Mountain Top
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What a terribly depressing blog entry!
Pastor Lia has sent me an email and I have been meditating on it for quite a while.
As I shepherd, how should I be?
Should I be constantly frowning and turning behind to see if my sheep are following me?
Should I be worrying because no new sheep are entering the pen?
Should I constantly worry that my sheep are being plain lazy?
As a shepherd,
I should be strolling up the mountain top.
Smiling.
It's a beautiful day that the Lord has made,
Each breath I take is crisp and fresh.
Every stride is relaxed and easy.
And as I whistle a merry tune to myself,
behind me,
my sheep follow after me,
willingly, obediently,
up the Mountain Top.
Shepherd on the mountain top,
Kian Boon
Leadership points from Pastor How:
-To God a heart of flame, to people a heart of love. To myself a heart of steel.
(St Augustine)
-People do not follow the vision. People follow the visionary. Leaders must be a visionary.
-Vision does not bring growth. Passion does. Passion fuels vision. Vision is just the focus. Leaders with Passion will fulfil their vision
-If I take care of my character, my reputation will take care of itself.
-Talents are a gift. Some people are just born more talented.But character is not. We all start the same and build on it. That is why character is more valuable than talent.
-Self preservation is the law of the natural. Self sacrifice is the law of the supernatural.
-The harder you work, the harder it is to give up, because you have already invested so much.
-It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare. It is because we do not dare that things are difficult.
-Christian leadership is voluntary. That is what makes it great.
-The scars on the hands and feet of Jesus convinced doubting Thomas that He is real. Sometimes the scars on the hearts of Pastors and leaders convince doubters that we are real. Otherwise, why do we do the things we do?
current mood:  peaceful
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| Thursday, April 22nd, 2004
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2:10 am - Thank you Jesus
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I am tired.
Not sleepy,
tired.
Just plain tired.
I wish time would stop
so I could catch my breath.
Well.
It would just fly away again, of course.
Why is it,
that I never know how to articulate this sensation to anyone.
Is my mouth that full of good report?
Whenever asked how I am doing, I reply "fine"
(and truly feeling like I can handle it)
That must be a good thing.
But,
Well.
(I wanted to say something, but couldn't find the words...)
To forget about schoolwork
and being attentive
and waking up
and now I have just realised that I am in the dangerous position of being jaded.
I want to fly away.
God,
I want to fly away.
To sprout silver wings
and to just get away from everything for a while.
I want to touch the stars and see them shimmer at my finger-tips.
To bathe in rivers of sunlight
and to dive into the haunting glow of an aurora.
Jesus,
I want to go out with my best friends.
I want to enjoy life.
I want to laugh without thinking about the work I have to do.
I want to be me and be mad and be with my friends.
I want to have lunch with people who actually promise to have lunch with me!!!!!
Oh why have I forced myself into such slavery?
Oh Lord,
I hate piano lessons!!!
I hate it!!
Oh Lord,
I've tried so hard
but now it seems useless to even try.
I don't have the energy or heart to keep practicing that awful instrument which makes such wonderful music...
And now
Every week,
I wake up each Sunday
to get yelled at
and to be stupid
and to cry outside his house
and to wait for my mother hoping she won't notice how red my eyes are.
But then...
I don't blame him.
I should have practised last time.
I don't blame my teacher.
I know that he must be so stressed out
that my improvements are nothing in his eyes.
I hate making him worry.
I hate crying.
I hate being sad.
I hate it!!
Oh Jesus,
I do like school.
You have put me in a much better place than ACJC.
I like my class.
I like my friends.
But then,
I feel so tired.
Oh Lord,
I feel nauseous
and I feel choked at the same time.
It's terrible.
My body may have recovered
but now my heart feels sick...
Oh Lord,
heal me.
Heal me...
It hurts so much now.
Jesus,
I want to let you know
that now,
more than ever,
you have shown yourself to be my bestest friend in the whole wide world.
I pray
that when I go to sleep
I will have a wonderful dream
about being in your embrace
and just loving you
and being loved
and that when I wake up
I will feel your glorious presence all around me
and I will just cry and cry
because you love me so much.
Oh Jesus,
I love you too.
Thank you so much.
Thank you...
Thank you...
Love,
Esmonde
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| Sunday, April 11th, 2004
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12:13 am - Dear Jesus,
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Today I have breathed air
which was once void and nothing.
The sun has risen from his nighttime lair
to brighten up my morning.
Your smile shines through the glistening dew;
and the budding flowers.
Your mercies shelter like the heavens blue
from now till endless hours.
I cannot help but laugh and sing
for in your goodness I now dwell.
My one and only Lord and King
whose story I will tell.
And though my eyes prove flawed still
I can never fail to see-
My heart will never have it's fill
of that love which covers me.
Love,
Kian Boon
current mood: thankful
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| Friday, April 9th, 2004
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7:13 pm - My Rose
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Rose,
let your life be mine.
Part with your roots
and deny your vine.
Sweet,
tender and young.
Give your blossom hither
and yielding cries be sung.
Bloom,
solely for me.
That only I
shall joy in thee.
Red,
I shall tear.
From your bud flowing crimson
that no one else shall share.
Love,
do not cry.
For if your life you do not give
then surely I shall die...
A mangled rose lies weeping;
to me she will resign.
Strangely though I've won her heart,
pain coarses right through mine.
I was never meant to be love's owner,
nor the steward of joy.
My torment knows I once held both
but only for me to destroy.
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| Wednesday, April 7th, 2004
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9:06 pm - No giants on my land
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"I will not be shaken"
Prophetic.
We will not be shaken.
We will not be moved.
We will stand in this place
where You've called us to.
No one has to say anything.
Nothing much can be said anyway.
Only through time and by action
Will true determination reveal itself.
We WILL NOT be shaken.
We WILL NOT be moved.
I'm gonna be,
a History Maker in this land.
Gonna stand,
Gonna Run.
Overcomer,
Kian Boon
current mood: determined
current music: History Maker
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| Friday, April 2nd, 2004
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12:46 am - When I am angry
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My heart has been
locked up; imprisoned
in a tiny steel cage
fed with love,
care,
concern.
But just like any good dog,
it now just wants to break out
and nip some innocent passers-by
right square in their bottoms.
Let me be free.
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