Watch The Lamb

Walking on the road to Jerusalem, the time had come to sacrifice again,
My two small sons, they walk beside me on the road,
The reason that they came was to watch the lamb.

Daddy, Daddy, what will see there?
There’s so much that we don’t understand,
So I told them of Moses and father Abraham,
Then I said dear children watch the lamb.
There will be so many in Jerusalem today,
We must be sure the lamb doesn’t run away.
And I told them of Moses and father Abraham,
Then I said “dear children watch the lamb”.

When we reached the city, I knew something must be wrong,
There were no joyful worshipers, no joyful worship songs.
I stood there with my children in the midst of angry men.
Then I heard the crowd cry out “crucify Him”.
We tried to leave the city, but we could not get away.

Forced to play in this drama, a part I did not wish to play.
Why upon this day, were men condemned to die?
Why were we standing here, where soon they would pass by?
I looked and said, even now they come.
The first one cried for mercy, the people gave him none.
The second one was violent, he was arrogant and loud.
I still hear his angry voice, screaming at the crowd.

Then someone said there’s Jesus, I scarce believed my eyes.
A man so badly beaten, He barely looked alive.
Blood poured from His body, from the forms upon His brow,
Running down the cross, falling to the ground.
I watched Him as He struggled, I watched Him as He fell,
The cross came down upon His back, the crowd began to yell,
In that moment I felt such agony, in that moment I felt such loss,

Till a Roman soldier grabbed my arm and screamed, you, carry His cross.
At first I tried to resist him, then his hand reached for his cross,
So I knelt and took the cross from the Lord,
I placed it on my shoulder and started down the street,
The blood that he’d been shedding was running down my cheek.
They led us to Golgotha, they drove nails deep in His feet and hands,
Yet upon the cross I heard Him pray, “Father, forgive them”.

Oh, never have I seen such love in any other eyes,
Into thy hands I commit my spirit, He prayed and the He died,
I stood for what seemed like years, I’d lost all sense of time
Until I felt two tiny hands holding tight to mine,
The children stood there weeping, and I heard the oldest say,
“Father please forgive us, the lamb ran away”.

Daddy, Daddy, what have we seen here?
There’s so much that we don’t understand.
So I took them in my arms, and we turned and faced the cross,
Then I said “dear children, watch the lamb”.

http://www.thevirtualillusion.com/music/tr-info.php?098f6bcd=1&id=47

Wing a Wong Wang (Wand) Harry?

You just gotta bite this.

JonJonB> Purely in the interests of science, I have replaced the word "wand" with "wang" in the first Harry Potter Book
JonJonB> Let's see the results...

JonJonB> "Why aren't you supposed to do magic?" asked Harry.
JonJonB> "Oh, well -- I was at Hogwarts meself but I -- er -- got expelled, ter tell yeh the truth. In me third year. They snapped me wang in half an' everything

JonJonB> A magic wang... this was what Harry had been really looking forward to.

JonJonB> "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter." It wasn't a question. "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wang. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wang for charm work."
JonJonB> "Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wang. Eleven inches. "

JonJonB> Harry took the wang. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wang above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls

JonJonB> "Oh, move over," Hermione snarled. She grabbed Harry's wang, tapped the lock, and whispered, 'Alohomora!"

JonJonB> The troll couldn't feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and Harry's wang had still been in his hand when he'd jumped - it had gone straight up one of the troll's nostrils.

JonJonB> He bent down and pulled his wang out of the troll's nose. It was covered in what looked like lumpy gray glue.

JonJonB> He ran onto the field as you fell, waved his wang, and you sort of slowed down before you hit the ground. Then he whirled his wang at the dementors. Shot silver stuff at them.

JonJonB> Ok
JonJonB> I have found, definitive proof
JonJonB> that J.K Rowling is a dirty DIRTY woman, making a fool of us all
JonJonB> "Yes," Harry said, gripping his wang very tightly, and moving into the middle of the deserted classroom. He tried to keep his mind on flying, but something else kept intruding.... Any second now, he might hear his mother again... but he shouldn't think that, or he would hear her again, and he didn't want to... or did he?
melusine > O_______O
JonJonB> Something silver-white, something enormous, erupted from the end of his wang

JonJonJonB> Then, with a sigh, he raised his wang and prodded the silvery substance with its tip.

JonJonJonB> 'Get - off - me!' Harry gasped. For a few seconds they struggled, Harry pulling at his uncles sausage-like fingers with his left hand, his right maintaining a firm grip on his raised wang.

Harry's just so gay.

LOL.

IRC lamers(Can be crude but uncensored)

i8b4uunderground> d-_-b
bonynomore> how u make that inverted b?
bonynomore> wait
bonynomore> never mind

jontg> Man, my penis is so big if I laid it out on a keyboard it'd go all the way from A to Z
jontg> wait, shit

agentsmith> It seems you have been leading two lives, Mr. Anderson. In one life, you are Robert Anderson, assistant cook at a Jack in the Box in Mesquite....in the other...you go by the chat alias "Randerson"...spreading homosexual propoganda, lying, and being a generally immature pest...
agentsmith> One of these...has a future.
randerson> LMAO OMFG where's the phone, I have to tell Dean about this
agentsmith> How can you use the phone when you cannot...speak?
*** AgentSmith sets mode: +m

mooseondaloose> Hey Mike
goatboy> what?
mooseondaloose> Pussy.
goatboy> er?
mooseondaloose> Pussy.
goatboy> and?
mooseondaloose> Pussy.
goatboy> ...
mooseondaloose> Pussy.
goatboy> i dont get it
mooseondaloose> AND YOU NEVER WILL.
goatboy> bastard

eticam> I was in biology class once, and the teacher said there was sugar in sperm
eticam> And a girl asked why doesn't it taste sweet then
eticam> When she realised what she said her face became red like a spanked monkey ass
eticam> Then the teacher said, because you taste sweetness with the front of your tongue, not the part of your tongue back in your throat
eticam> The girl started crying and left class ^^

sui88> 67% of girls are stupid
v-girl> i belong with the other 13%

Haha. Funny :|

Yay~

A new look into our new canteen...and more!

McDonald's. Subway. Canadian Pizza. Old Chang Kee. Some bistro. And more to come.
Yummy new food court. Simply makes me feel happy and stress relieved to see the new seats, tables, structure. Toilets and lifts still in construction: To be used just next sem!

My favourite fastfood chain, Subway too! Going to grow fat. Have to start running more. I weigh 62.5~63Kg now! Gee...Put on weight liaos..sigh.

Okie ciaoz.... for the girls...enjoy the canteen while you still can.

Jon

HUH?

Chinlin did this: and so did I

88 words

Speed test

WOW this places me in..:74422 of 1544018 position..top 5% of the population hahaha!

Poetic'O

The blind boy longed to see colours. I say to him;
Look at the vastness of the dark sky, as the starry bodies shine in full glory.
Listen! The birds of the deep blue sky singing in anticipation!
The freshness of the trees and the air, green is its colour.
You can see the blue of the ocean as the sound of waves beating against whitewashed rocks!
The smell of the ocean that uplifts the very soul.
The blind boy cannot see, but the assuring warmth of the sun looks radiantly red.
Alas, he saw! But alas, he said, "I am but I am."

Man cannot comprehend.
Man cannot apprehend.
He is minuscule, insignificant.
The greatness of nature, simply overwhelming.
The wonders of creation, perplexing yet simple.

A little spinoff yesterday's post. Yepz.
Just feeling blue haha.

Jon

Busy, Crazy, Funky.

This is quite the week. 3 Quizzes - Tues, Friday AND Saturday.
All of them I hardly ever attended lectures and certainly not tutorials since term break.

I can only thank God for carrying me through. Without whom I will certainly burn out, having to read every lecture for the first time. It's late but I felt like blogging, ya know, dust the place a little.

Just now while logging in Facebook, I stumbled upon a mail from my inbox. It says:

Dear Friends,
Have you booked your tickets yet?
We have just 1 week to go and you will not want to miss out.

Thank you for wanting to attend and remembering Reuben.

Reuben, we love you!!
Mom, dad and 'cher' Shimona - From Reuben Kee

I was quite puzzled. The name rings a bell. Oh! The talented dragonboater who had lost his life last year. I suddenly recalled, "Hey! I have this guy as a friend from Battle Stations, even in my friends list!" It dawned upon me that I, even I, had minimal, nonetheless contact with this guy. All this while I knew him to be some one from Battle Stations, but it never occurred to me that I added this guy.

Well the thing is, the frailties of life is quite stark, well reality always has a way of jolting you back to it. Man is and has always been insignificantly small compared to the forces of nature, minuscule in the might universe, and all these are under God's jurisdiction. No, all these are God's creation, and every time I smell the freshness of the air, hear the bristles of the trees in the wind, the oceans beating against whitewashed rocks, feel the assuring warmth of the sun, look into the great vastness of the sky, as to the magnificence of astral wonders, every bit of it screams the intelligence, the creativity, the wonder and might of God. Every bit of it displays the glory of God. It's innate, trust me...the deepest recesses of our consciousness knows creation, and the Creator. That's why it's breathtaking.

Well, I'm pleased to know that Reuben knows Jesus. In his dying, he gains life - life eternal. Is that a good thing? I think it is. Well some people may think that why would God allow something horrible like that to happen. I guess in that context, God can work miracles, good things even from the bad things that happen in this world. Look at the memory that Reuben leaves behind, how his works have touched and changed lives, giving them more hope, and of course a yearning surely, but nonetheless an impact on their lives. Jesus once said in one of the parables, that a corn must first die and fall to the ground, before many can grow.(Referring to Jesus). It is probably the greatest honour and blessing to die in glorifying of God, and the greatest of rewards await. (No, not 49 virgins..ok, bad joke). Well anyway, cya on the other side Reuben! =P

Ok, time to go mug.
It's orgasmic.
Orgasmic Chemistry.

Jon