The Word became flesh

It's the time of the year
where snowflakes fall
and gifts are treasured dear.
Oops I forgot we're in Singapore
where the sun and rain abound.
Still it's the time of the year and the weather stays cool.
We give thanks for our beloved ones around.
More so, to whom our hearts belong to.
To Him, our voices croon.
To the world, we make Him known.
A Saviour for all, our treasured heirloom.
The gift, the Son, the Father's love shown.

To the One who inspired this....

I ramble too much,
I write like peanuts.
Someone said I should pen poems.
I think she finds my blog a boredom.
Perhaps it is.
What could I do, Miss?
Poems ain't my thing;
Nor a one-night stand fling.
I'm starting to sound silly, haven't I?
Well at least I haven't lied. =)

Really? Hmm..... how interestin'.....

You Should Learn French

C'est super! You appreciate the finer things in life... wine, art, cheese, love affairs. You are definitely a Parisian at heart. You just need your tongue to catch up...

What Language Should You Learn?

The Third Home

Some nutty-flavoured latte which I can't remembered...


Blueberry muffin... it had to be you...


Yes there is free connection! And she's obviously not studying!


You are where you think you are. Gosh! SO postmodernist. argh..


I think we have many of such poses framed.


The silly things that we do even as we leave the place.


The chandelier is so pretty!

Back to basics

"...Now I know my ABC, come along and sing with me."

A song we learnt by heart. A song we grew up with. A song to teach all children the English language, and therefore the necessity of embracing the alphabets. A song, by now for most of us, as easy as ABC.

Really? As we progress through the Singapore school education, ABCs no longer seem as simple. A for apple. B for boy. C for car. Or could it be: A for average, B for bingo, and C for champion? Must it be A for excellence, B for satisfactory, and C for passable. And what's with the 'pluses' and 'minuses'. A and A+ doesn't make a difference, to your scores, other than the additional strokes. Welcome to the world of CAPS! Yes, perhaps an old familiar idiom has been made obsolette, superseded by lamentating cries of we need to "pull up our CAPS". It is as easy as climbing C-B-A in ascending order. No? Oh i forgot it's cummulative.

Even the ABCs are made so complex in the adult world. I much prefer the light-hearted jingle that accompanies my childhood years. Why can't we delight in singing the song, be it in recognisable or unrecognisable melody and lyrics. Whatever the outcome may be, the joy of learning and unlearning is immeasurable.

Yes, why not.

Courage in embracing weakness

Have we at times forgotten that courage is not about doing the impossible? If courage is a matter of tangible actions, then fear factor shall be the tool of measurement. Oh the world measures courage in such superficial terms!

When was the last time we summoned courage from the depths of our hearts? My last encounter was 1-2 months back. Sometimes summoning courage changes our course of life, well it did for mine at least. One week ago, i witnessed the courage of a sister in Christ. She may not have thought so, but in my eyes she displayed magnificent courage from within her. True courage will differ from individual to individual. For most, courage is facing our own music, trying to overcome our own weaknesses. For some, perhaps REAL courage lies in saying 'no'. The courage to say we can't do it. It is true, we are weak and vulnerable beings.

Rite of Passage

Students reaching students, where lessons learned apace;

Of joys and sorrows we MEET, such is the case.

In trials and errors, we seek to strive

a posture of perfection in our lives.

As iron sharpens iron, so one student sharpens another.

For friendships made and pleasures shared,

with loving hearts and tender care;

And now profess the love we place

in Christ, we nobly run the race.

Of Stones and Boulders

Journey
- By Corrine May

It's a long long journey
Till I know where I'm supposed to be
It's a long long journey
And I don't know if I can believe
When shadows fall and block my eyes
I am lost and know that I must hide

It's a long long journey
Till I find my way home to You
Many days I've spent Drifting on through empty shores
Wondering what's my purpose
Wondering how to make me strong
I know I will falter
I know I will cry
I know You'll be standing by my side

It's a long long journey
And I need to be close to You
Sometimes it feels no one understands
I don't even know why I do the things I do
When pride builds me up till I can't see my soul
Will You break down these walls and pull me through

Cause it's a long long journey
Till I feel that I am worth the price
You paid for me on Calvary
Beneath those stormy skies
When Satan mocks and friends turn to foes
It feels like everything is out to make me lose control
Cause it's a long long journey
Till I find my way home to you To You

In His Presence

In the quiet of this hour
As I kneel before You now
I don't always understand
What Your perfect will demands
But I'll learn to trust You more
In Your presence, Lord

In Your presence, there is comfort
In Your presence, there is peace
When we seek to know Your heart
We will find such blessed assurance
In Your holy presence, Lord

There can be such sweet reward
When I wait upon the Lord
As I take the time,
He gives His perfect wisdom
To be found in Him alone
All our deepest secrets known
We are surrounded by His grace when we seek His face

In Your presence, there is comfort
In Your presence, there is peace
When we seek to know Your heart
We will find such blessed assurance
An ever open door
To know our Saviour more
In the presence of our Lord

Mindful Feeding

I'm not too sure who visits here. But I've put up 3 articles and hope that it shall bless anyone who happens to read this. It is by the way taken from a recent Epistole issue:

1. Busyness: A New Perspective
2. Consumerism and Christianity
3. The Manger and the Empty Tomb

Beyond Plastic Beads

Beads: few cents
Strings: even fewer cents
Human Labour: a specific monetary value if according to capitalist system
The Cross: PRICELESS.

Have we sometimes forgotten the significance and essence of the cross. We wear a cross around our necks but do we bear it in our lives. We hesitate to answer sometimes, don't we. A daily struggle to abide - to deny our names and take up our crosses daily, and follow Him. Oh some words are just so hard to utter. Before God, we simply become speechless. (lest we say the wrong things! =)


"I look beyond the empty cross
Forgetting what my life has cost
And wipe away the crimson stains
And dull the nails that still remain
More and more I need you now
I owe you more each passing hour
And battle between grace and pride
I gave up not so long ago
So steal my heart and take the pain
And wash the feet and cleanse my pride
Take the selfish, take the weak
And all the things I cannot hide
Take the beauty, take my tears
The sin-soaked heart and make it yours
Take my world all apart
Take it now, take it now
And serve the ones that I despise
Speak the Word I can’t deny
Watch the world I used to love
Fall to dust and thrown away"

--- by Jars of Clay in Worlds Apart.

The Salt in Us.

A good friend shared with me something a few days ago. She said there's something about tears that's so beautiful. Although the society judges people who cry as weak and useless, but God keeps count of every tear we shed, same as how He knows every strand of hair each person has.

"Tears are God's gift to us." Aye, it's true. The world despises tears; God comforts the person who cries. The world hides its tears and pretends to be strong; God says in me there is no condemnation, a broken and contrite heart I will not despise.

A tear a day
Washing coloured lenses away
May we see the world through God's eyes
To see the silent cries we hide a
Though sometimes they appear in the night
But darkness surrounds and deceives
Behind close doors is where they should be
Truth is, they only grow in strength
Brokeness. Vulnerability. Meekness.
Tears reveal our condition for healing
Through tears of forgiveness
Healing we shall receive
From God that is, our Restorer.

"Before the world began/ you were on His mind/ And every tear you cry is precious in His eye/ because of His great love/ He gave his only son...."