Desmond and the Westcoast Playground.

After believer's today we went to Mac's at Westcoast, and then we went to play at the playground. (like duh? hello?)

I've gotta say it was a whole lotta fun!! Even tho it was so dark and there was no real purpose, and it was just for awhile... But honestly, you have no idea how a dosage of childhood-nostalgia-blah can perk you up.

I think children play freely, only because they have no sense of time.. that one day they might have to grow up and have adult-responsibilities. But at the same time, there is an assurance at the back of their minds that they have time to spare. That they'll grow up someday.... but not today.

Haha, I can't believe believer's is ending soon. And I miss it already. Yea, I'm fickle-minded. (:
It's the fun I'll miss lah really. Haha, and even tho I dun have a picture to post, a few paragraphs will do lah. Afterall, they say, "A picture is worth a few paragraphs."

Plus I finished COD2 today, and I really really really liked it. Just appealed more to me compared to COD4, which was alot of fun too. But maybe cos I watched Band of Brothers and all the other war movies so I could relate more to the COD2 WWII era.

Fun FUN FUN! haha (: Oh well, good friday tmr! or today.
Up, up and AWAY! (:

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Maybe silly swivel-rides make me nauseous.

But maybe they make me happier than the world
that
sends
me
spinning
into
an unrecognisable heap of debris
lying in post-war ghost-towns .

Maybe I choose the giddiness of sitting high up in a rope-spiderweb
instead of
the shell-shock that grips me when the multitudes have
delivered their bombardment of stones.

I am battle-weary.
And maybe I need to be reinforced by
a Higher Order.

I need a victory; the wild joy of triumph.

I don't need to know the full extent of Your plans.
I just need to know You wouldn't send me without being there with me.

Maybe I rather'd You by my side.

You are my assurance in the fiercest of battles.
You are my comfort when I lie in my foxhole, beaten, trodden, and shivering.
You are the light of day when my eyes are blinded by darkest night, and I crave the relief of the morning.

I rather'd You by my side.
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