oven fresh.

let light in.

had ham, eggs, and bread for breakfast. ooh, and lettuce[!]

I like this, having breakfast with people of same interests. Meeting every morning, I’ve never eaten breakfast before I go to school[morning session] in my life. Maybe a few times where I didn’t take dinner the day before.

felt so relieved now I got my guitar strings fixed. I would like to thank my sister for buying the traditional acoustic strings[super light] which produces a deep and bright tone [RM 22]…..which I don’t need. I don’t blame you, I like it actually, it makes you feel lighter and pro-er playing with these new set of strings.

I wouldn’t want to talk about mike G anymore, but these words came accross my eyes, that said:

“Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.”

strangely, I didn’t feel pinched. this was placed gently on my mind to remind me, hey, who am I to judge?

I have about 1 and a half months time to prepare for my consequential exams. don’t know how many times I’ve said “I have to step it up”, but yeah~ I’m still learning how to be a man of my words.

I got 7 PMR books to finish, half way through each. [just an update of how I've been doing]

cell has been great, and I believe things can just get better. [believe, not wish.] as we seek to improvement.

and I got the job as a photographer for the school CF, working alongside with Julia Chow, which I don’t really talk to. but I’m sure we’ll get along well. thanks Tzi Ying for the recommendation, and also Pok who gave me a shot!

Emerge 08′ is here, don’t know bout’ this but 07′ was awesome.I’ll be going for the Saturday night service only.

-fresh from the fridge to the microwave. ~zach siow

gravity. is working against me.

-John Mayer.

Youre so vain, you probably think this post is about you
Youre so vain, Ill bet you think this post is about you
Don’t you? don’t you?

Admit it, even guys, yeah. You looked at your reflection at the window each time you walk past a car. You secretly pose macho in front of your bathroom mirror, after you took your bath. You imagine yourself as the guitar player, or the basketball player after watching how cool he was in the performance. You mimic the way he moves, the way he speaks, even the way he laughs [haha!]

I’m no different.

We seem to be so insecure about ourselves, our body, our voice, our talents, our eyebrows… that we constantly seek for things people would think, cool, to put it on our face.

We become satisfied for the first hour. then the second. we lack attention now. what next?

reading uncle soo’s blog, I realize we’re cannot live up to the constant growing of world standards. What more God’s? but since when we put God’s eyes, opinion about us upon ourselves?

It is said many times that God doesn’t look at our nike specs. or gucci bags. but we just can’t seem to resist it’s beauty eh? or is it that the world expects us to have all these, and that without these, you’re not a qualified human!

1Jn 5:4-5:- For everyone born of God overcomes the world. This is the victory that has overcome the world, even our faith. Who is it that overcomes the world? Only he who believes that Jesus is the Son of God.

why?

Thats why Jesus had to die.

THE TRUTH paved THE WAY. We were made sons and daughters of Christ. Not by merit and not by works. You CANNOT earn sonship. It is conferred. Given. Paid for. In full.-Uncle Soo.

I will not, I will not, I will not…. allow the expectations or comparisons people make to get me out of what I believe God is doing in me and what God is doing through me even if it seems that among my peers I may look like I’m left behind. - Pastor Malcolm Atkinson

Start your week by going to work, school, college with confidence. Don’t get swallowed! =D

-the freshy

stone.

so there was I. staring at the saturday rain. which I hate. rain should never come on wekends. well, not today.

Rain comes and this is what I can’t do:

1. play basketball. pathetic.
2. walk around the USJs, meeting new people.
3. play football. urggh.
4. play badminton. ok ok la.
5. visit ex-classmates house.

when I don’t do all these, I don’t know what to do. the internet is full of crap. my guitar string broke. my dad’s sick. I’m not in the free dinner. I don’t have a Nintendo. I’m not into books @ 5 p.m. I’m not hungry.

I have full of energy waiting to be released and this has to happen. such an ungodly hour to rain. and guess what. I got a news just 1 second ago, that i AM invited to the free dinner.

but I’m still pissed at the rain. got to go prepare. bye! =D

-the freshy

i believe.

news spreads real fast these days. I believe a lot of you already come to know about the hoax that Michael Guglielmucci did. but that song still rings in my head, it still remains as powerful as a word that comes from God.

and I believe that this is a God-inspired song. in a big church, congregation like that often things would get competitive. -Suz

I’ll try to understand his situation. and not make a big remark, and not despice this song. even when we’ll sing this on Sunday. the words remain powerful, despite the story behind it. Michael didn’t even have to make this story up to make this song more “ohm”.

You hold my every moment
You calm my raging seas
You walk with me through fire
And heal all my disease

I trust in You
I trust in You

I believe You’re my Healer
I believe You are all I need
I believe You’re my Portion
I believe You’re more than enough for me
Jesus You’re all I need

My Healer, You’re my Healer

Nothing is impossible for You
Nothing is impossible for You
Nothing is impossible for You
You hold my world in Your hands

wishuwerehere.

thank you pat. i love you. although I know you will give me that “patricia” look. but I love you anyway.

I unofficially visited the streets of London…or York… AH! Just Britain will do. or… England… ehehe =D

I feel good getting my first “Wish Zach Siow was here”

I unconciously walked in streets filled with ang mohs. ate fish and chips. spoke with a British accent.

hehe. I wish I was there too =)

Still learning my tagalog. Can’t wait for my first chop in my passport to Singapore, and then the Philipines. Eating my intestines out in the streets, crickets, baluts…. are what I imagine it would be. a cold Christmas, visiting the Christian prisoners there.

Prolly’ buy a cheap guitar and bring it over just for fun =)

Till then the PMRs will come to past, worries of my “im15″ life will be over. and I shall change my blog name yet again. my 3rd year of blogging shall come then. All that I do now will hopefully be sweet memories then.

I guess I’ll just put myself in the shoes of the month of December. And think back, would I regret doing this. All I want is peaceful Christmas, not thinking about PMR results. Spending good time with God, my BFF.

And then I would go back to school, entering the stream that God will put me in. Re-introducing myself to my new classmates, try getting comfortable enough with them so I can reveal the “inner zachsiow” =)

haha=) don’t want to get too far there.

-freshy

brake. break. not=crush

like a child braking his bike, afraid of falling. what he don’t know that his father is beside him, ready to catch him.

the shepherd’s retreat was really nice. experiencing passover. haha.

kudos to Uncle Henry for this =)

there’s nothing like pushing friends into the sea water that tastes like salted faeces. [only in pd]

letting the sea breezes choke you in your sleep on the couch.

when I got back here [subang]. man, when Uncle PCK opened up the doors of his 5 series, it just felt like someone forced down an artichoke down my throat. the air here is really, really bad! =(

Malaysia’s Lee Chong Wei lost RM 1000000 on that match. I think he achieved well, but totally utterly under-performed. Didn’t look like a finals match at all. No doubt Lin Dan was freaking good with his tight biceps, but at least give him a good fight? No mood liao. I’ve got a perception that China paid Chong Wei to lose, but whatever la. who knows these things….

futsal tomorrow. not looking forward. I don’t mind being a substitute the whole time.

-freshy.

reds. signs?

[no entry. post boxes. straight up. one way. nose bleed. broken lips. red]

1st trials [state trials] officially over. for me la. I not taking chinese huhuhu~ made loads of careless mistakes on maths. [typical]

felt so good the whole week, waking each other up with motivational messages. hopefully PMR will be better.

I’m addicted to waking up early. to see the sun rise before your sight. playing the guitar, worshiping with the morning breeze. just amazing, makes my whole day complete without actually living the whole day =)

I want to pick up jazz guitar, saxophone, and harmonica[my mom]. jazz is confirmed starting after PMR.

as for the sax, it’s after I get my white falcon la. maybe an ibanez if under budget. [long term plan and commitment]

learning the harmonica right after I get one! got inspired by an old man performing by the streets for some extra cash. he played his old acoustic guitar, a rusty harmonica, and sings real good country songs. [talk about multi-tasking]

speaking about street performing. I and a few friends are planning to hit the streets of SS15, with home made percussion and a trusty acoustic. but if cannot get good vocalist we better not take risk to lose a lot of face. heard starbucks are paying 70 per hour for performance. don’t know if they will accept 15 year old’s =/

I feel heavier these days. I still can’t find the discipline to do a 100 pumps a day. twice a week is not enough I guess.

I need coke. I blame the person who made me a coke addick. I need coke almost everyday with the fear of getting diabetes. It fills me with hype =) I like it.

I guess you guys don’t like a lot of words.

to you guys who are taking chinese. I say kudos for you! and do all your mistakes tomorrow cause you can’t when you enter the actual PMR hall =D

~freshies. zach siow

real. true. actual. genuine. very.

My dream guitar punya look-a-like.

found in Daniel chiaChai’s house. it’s a Fina. sounds slightly sharper, unlike the usual rounded sounds you get from the regular shapes of acoustics.

I’ve got to tell you that prayer is the real bomb. 实在的!

If I haven’t told you, the youths are having prayer at 6 a.m. in the morning EVERYDAY in my house.

we basically pray for our youth, the church, the people, the nation… etc.

and Zachmok suggested we have prayer today, our off day. Sunday. started at 6.30. launched by asking where is our Zachmok. mustbesleepingwhileplayingWOW

Ooh, best part.

then the guys went off to church, me watching Olympics women basketball. Alba Torrens rox! her shots damn syok one.

after a little preparation. I proceed to church. wow immediately when I stepped in I felt like I was at the beach man! cool morning breeze slapped in my face. I felt so… free!

worship was awesome with the choir upstage. we had such great time. and the awesome part was when Anne ask from a word from the church.

Aunty Kam Kiew came up.

David Chan came up.

Aunty Alison came up.

Victoria came up.

I think got more. I forgotten who.

but as they speak. man, it was as if I got a shot in my head. EVERYTHING we wanted for the church, every subject we prayed for came out of their lips. the bible verses was so real to the people who came for prayer. Jay was crying hearing those things [i saw that]

the whole church was filled with excitement all of a sudden. haha. I like it.

and not to forget! trials are tomorrow. kick-starting it with Sejarah and B.M, I’m excited but not ready!

arggh. for Sejarah I’m pretty confident under the tutoring of Joshua. but as for BM, I’m worried about the novel part. just don’t know what crap question they can come up with. ahh!

and as you can see, now is ball/sports time and I’m blogging. because I’m supposed to stay home and study. hiaz. I want to play~ [frown]

pmr, pmr, go away~

let the kids go out and play~

truly,

zach siow =)

till i see you.

The greatest love that anyone could ever know
That overcame the cross and grave to find my soul
And ’til I see You face to face and grace amazing takes me home
I’ll trust in You

With all I am I’ll live to see Your kingdom come
And in my heart I pray You’d let Your will be done
And ’til I see You face to face and grace amazing takes me home
I’ll trust in You

I will live to love You
I will live to bring You praise
I will live a child in awe of You

You are the voice that calls the universe to be
You are the whisper in my heart that speaks to me
And ’til I see You face to face and grace amazing takes me home
I’ll trust in you

You alone are God of all
You alone are worthy Lord
And with all I am my soul will bless Your name

TIll I See You-Hillsong United.

people around me are getting caught up with emotional thinking. some are suicidal. but they just don’t dare to. they don’t know where they go when they’re body expires. they’re uncertain about heaven and hell.

well I do.

and by just looking around. I can tell that a lot of my friends. close ones, odd ones… they don’t know. and all I do is sit, and stare, and ponder, and sympthize. and grieve, and…

I know what’s holding me back from sharing this awesome thing I have. but I don’t have the guts to face it. I saw my friend breaking down, sending sirens that he is in need of something REAL, someone that LISTENS, someone that doesn’t JUDGE, someone that doesn’t GOSSIP about secrets…

I knew exactly what to do. but I couldn’t. I hate to be in this situation. I couldn’t bare to see them breaking down one by one…

just throw my head into the pillow. and think.

what’s next.

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