tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77264392024-03-07T14:21:25.841+08:00Abstain AlliterationFernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14941484626377690360noreply@blogger.comBlogger142125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7726439.post-75679934946248529902007-01-22T04:05:00.000+08:002007-01-22T04:17:10.559+08:00One life. Sieze it.<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;">va-va voom says:<br />still up so late?</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#999900;">Fern: living branch, live. says:<br />yeps..</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;">va-va voom says:<br />no class tmr?</span><br /><span style="color:#999900;">Fern: living branch, live. says:<br />class starts pretty late, shld have sufficient buffer hours..:)</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">va-va voom says:</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;">r u goin for ur masters?</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#999900;">Fern: living branch, live. says:<br />To muster courage for work, is far more duanting than the pursue of masters.</span>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14941484626377690360noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7726439.post-26984118565937581752007-01-22T03:50:00.000+08:002007-02-15T15:26:16.208+08:00The Initiator<span style="color:#6666cc;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>Awake and rise, I receive eternal hope<br />God's goodness bestowed, I'm fully clothed<br />A path less travelled, an echo of eternity<br />Will I walk in assurance to the goal I see?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">~ Isaiah 65:17-25 ~ A Reflection ~</span></span>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14941484626377690360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7726439.post-19136644692986926932007-01-01T02:30:00.000+08:002007-02-15T15:25:18.309+08:00A Quack to you, Ms Judy :)<strong><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Arh, you are that mysterious girl,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">starts with a 'Quek' not a purrhh.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Your name, I've forgotten momentarily;</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Embarrassed I am, my utmost apologies.</span></span></strong>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14941484626377690360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7726439.post-69528412566365829452006-12-24T02:45:00.000+08:002007-02-15T15:28:11.433+08:00The Word became flesh<strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#006600;">It's the time of the year<br />where snowflakes fall<br />and gifts are treasured dear.<br />Oops I forgot we're in Singapore<br />where the sun and rain abound.<br />Still it's the time of the year and the weather stays cool.<br />We give thanks for our beloved ones around.<br />More so, to whom our hearts belong to.<br />To Him, our voices croon.<br />To the world, we make Him known.<br />A Saviour for all, our treasured heirloom.<br />The gift, the Son, the Father's love shown.</span></strong>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14941484626377690360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7726439.post-3388867713194991062006-12-20T01:47:00.000+08:002007-02-15T15:27:16.436+08:00To the One who inspired this....<span style="color:#993399;"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I ramble too much,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I write like peanuts.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Someone said I should pen poems.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I think she finds my blog a boredom.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Perhaps it is.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">What could I do, Miss?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Poems ain't my thing;</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Nor a one-night stand fling.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I'm starting to sound silly, haven't I?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Well at least I haven't lied. =)</span></strong></span>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14941484626377690360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7726439.post-1163681992452389622006-11-16T20:58:00.000+08:002006-11-17T01:56:10.647+08:00Really? Hmm..... how interestin'.....<table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2><tr><td bgcolor="#B6B6C2" align=center><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'><b>You Should Learn French</b></font></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#D7D6DE"><center><img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/french.jpg" height="100" width="100"></center><font color="#000000"><br />C'est super! You appreciate the finer things in life... wine, art, cheese, love affairs.<br />You are definitely a Parisian at heart. You just need your tongue to catch up...</font></td></tr></table><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/">What Language Should You Learn?</a></div>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14941484626377690360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7726439.post-1163613427429118242006-11-16T01:21:00.000+08:002006-11-17T01:56:10.533+08:00The Third Home<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/1600/PICT3002.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/320/PICT3002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Some nutty-flavoured latte which I can't remembered...<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/1600/PICT3003.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/320/PICT3003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Blueberry muffin... it had to be you...<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/1600/PICT3004.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/320/PICT3004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Yes there is free connection! And she's obviously not studying!<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/1600/PICT3005.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/320/PICT3005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />You are where you think you are. Gosh! SO postmodernist. argh..<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/1600/PICT3009.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/320/PICT3009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I think we have many of such poses framed.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/1600/PICT3011.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/320/PICT3011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The silly things that we do even as we leave the place.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/1600/PICT3010.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/320/PICT3010.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The chandelier is so pretty!Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14941484626377690360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7726439.post-1158005379511845932006-09-12T02:43:00.000+08:002007-02-15T15:08:05.043+08:00Back to basics<blockquote><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"><strong><em>"...Now I know my ABC, come along and sing with me."</em></strong></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#6633ff;">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. </span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;">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. </span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;">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.</span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;"></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;">Yes, why not.<br /></span>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14941484626377690360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7726439.post-1157823365502088092006-09-10T00:58:00.000+08:002007-02-15T15:08:37.999+08:00Courage in embracing weakness<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#333399;">Have we at times forgotten that courage is not about doing the impossible? If courage is a matter of tangible actions, then <em>fear factor</em> shall be the tool of measurement. Oh the world measures courage in such superficial terms!<br /><br />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. </span></span></div>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14941484626377690360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7726439.post-1153531570567821632006-07-22T02:18:00.000+08:002006-11-17T01:56:10.237+08:00Rite of Passage<div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/1600/PICT2949.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/320/PICT2949.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Students reaching students, where lessons learned apace;</em></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/1600/PICT2953.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/320/PICT2953.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Of joys and sorrows we MEET, such is the case.</span></em></p><p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/1600/PICT2951.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/320/PICT2951.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em> In trials and errors, we seek to strive</em></span></p><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/1600/PICT2952.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/320/PICT2952.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">a posture of perfection in our lives.</span></em></p><p><br /></p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/1600/PICT2950.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/320/PICT2950.jpg" border="0" /><p align="center"></a><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">As iron sharpens iron, so one student sharpens another.</span></em><br /></p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/1600/PICT2944.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/320/PICT2944.jpg" border="0" /><p align="center"></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em> For friendships made and pleasures shared,</em></span><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/1600/PICT2945.jpg"></a><br /></p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/1600/PICT2945.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/320/PICT2945.jpg" border="0" /><p align="center"></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>with loving hearts and tender care;<br /></em></span></p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/1600/PICT2943.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/320/PICT2943.jpg" border="0" /><p align="center"></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em> And now profess the love we place</em></span><br /></p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/1600/PICT2942.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/320/PICT2942.jpg" border="0" /><p align="center"></a><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">in Christ, we nobly run the race.</span></em></p>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14941484626377690360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7726439.post-1145815313499440572006-04-24T01:40:00.000+08:002006-11-17T01:56:10.138+08:00Of Stones and Boulders<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>Journey </strong><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">- By Corrine May</span><br /><br />It's a long long journey<br />Till I know where I'm supposed to be<br />It's a long long journey<br />And I don't know if I can believe<br />When shadows fall and block my eyes<br />I am lost and know that I must hide<br /><br />It's a long long journey<br /></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;">Till I find my way home to You<br />Many days I've spent Drifting on through empty shores<br />Wondering what's my purpose<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;">Wondering how to make me strong<br />I know I will falter<br />I know I will cry<br />I know You'll be standing by my side<br /><br />It's a long long journey<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;">And I need to be close to You<br />Sometimes it feels no one understands<br />I don't even know why I do the things I do<br />When pride builds me up till I can't see my soul<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;">Will You break down these walls and pull me through<br /><br />Cause it's a long long journey<br />Till I feel that I am worth the price<br />You paid for me on Calvary<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;">Beneath those stormy skies<br />When Satan mocks and friends turn to foes<br />It feels like everything is out to make me lose control<br />Cause it's a long long journey<br />Till I find my way home to you To You</span><span style="color:#990000;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>In His Presence</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">In the quiet of this hour</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">As I kneel before You now</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I don't always understand</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">What Your perfect will demands</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">But I'll learn to trust You more</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">In Your presence, Lord</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">In Your presence, there is comfort</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">In Your presence, there is peace</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">When we seek to know Your heart</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">We will find such blessed assurance</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">In Your holy presence, Lord</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">There can be such sweet reward</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">When I wait upon the Lord</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">As I take the time, </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">He gives His perfect wisdom</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">To be found in Him alone</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">All our deepest secrets known</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">We are surrounded by His grace when we seek His face</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">In Your presence, there is comfort</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">In Your presence, there is peace</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">When we seek to know Your heart</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">We will find such blessed assurance</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">An ever open door</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">To know our Saviour more</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">In the presence of our Lord</span></span>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14941484626377690360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7726439.post-1142667829586227162006-03-18T15:35:00.000+08:002006-11-17T01:56:10.044+08:00Mindful Feeding<span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="color:#993300;">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:<br /><br />1. Busyness: A New Perspective<br />2. Consumerism and Christianity<br />3. The Manger and the Empty Tomb</span><br /></span><br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/320/Busyness1.0.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/320/Busyness2.0.jpg" border="0" /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/320/Busyness3.0.jpg" border="0" />Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14941484626377690360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7726439.post-1142667302961230962006-03-18T15:32:00.000+08:002006-11-17T01:56:09.952+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/1600/Consumerism%20&%20Christianity1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/320/Consumerism%20%26%20Christianity1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/1600/Consumerism%20&%20Christianity2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/320/Consumerism%20%26%20Christianity2.jpg" border="0" /></a>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14941484626377690360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7726439.post-1142667129357753472006-03-18T15:30:00.000+08:002006-11-17T01:56:09.844+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/1600/Manger%20vs%20Empty%20Tomb.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/320/Manger%20vs%20Empty%20Tomb.jpg" border="0" /></a>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14941484626377690360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7726439.post-1140204957411738492006-02-18T02:50:00.000+08:002007-02-15T14:44:45.440+08:00Beyond Plastic Beads<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/1600/PICT2871.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6632/474/320/PICT2871.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span></strong></span></strong></span></strong></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Beads:</strong></span></strong></span></strong></span></strong></span></strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="color:#ff6600;">few cents </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Strings:</strong> <span style="color:#ff6600;">even fewer cents</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Human Labour:</strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"> a specific monetary value if according to capitalist system</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>The Cross:</strong> <span style="color:#ff6600;">PRICELESS.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">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! =)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><em><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"I look beyond the empty cross<br />Forgetting what my life has cost<br />And wipe away the crimson stains<br />And dull the nails that still remain<br />More and more I need you now<br />I owe you more each passing hour<br />And battle between grace and pride<br />I gave up not so long ago<br />So steal my heart and take the pain<br />And wash the feet and cleanse my pride<br />Take the selfish, take the weak<br />And all the things I cannot hide<br />Take the beauty, take my tears<br />The sin-soaked heart and make it yours<br />Take my world all apart<br />Take it now, take it now<br />And serve the ones that I despise<br />Speak the Word I can’t deny<br />Watch the world I used to love<br />Fall to dust and thrown away"</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span></em><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><em>--- by Jars of Clay in Worlds Apart.</em></span> </span>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14941484626377690360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7726439.post-1139588924165147182006-02-10T23:45:00.000+08:002007-02-15T15:09:16.353+08:00The Salt in Us.<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#000000;">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. </span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#336666;"><span style="color:#000000;">"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 </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">says in me there is no condemnation, a broken and contrite heart I will not despise.</span></span><span style="color:#336666;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#336666;"><em><strong><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#339999;">A tear a day<br />Washing coloured lenses away<br />May we see the world through God's eyes<br />To see the silent cries we hide a<br />Though sometimes they appear in the night<br />But darkness surrounds and deceives<br />Behind close doors is where they should be<br />Truth is, they only grow in strength<br />Brokeness. Vulnerability. Meekness.<br />Tears reveal our condition for healing<br />Through tears of forgiveness<br />Healing we shall receive<br />From God that is, our Restorer.</span><br /></span></strong></em><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;">"Before the world began/ you were on His mind/ <strong>And every tear you cry is precious in His eye</strong>/ because of His great love/ He gave his only son...."</span>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14941484626377690360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7726439.post-1130678117064512632005-10-30T21:14:00.000+08:002006-11-18T00:41:47.012+08:00<span style="color:#339999;">“Thinking is the amazing capacity God has given the human being to discover and observe the stuff of creation, to compare and contrast each of its parts, and when possible, to use them properly so as to reflect the glory of the Creator. Thinkers see old things in new ways; they analyse hypotheses, separating out the true form the false. Thinkers sometimes describe old truths in new words and forms; they help others to see how applications to life can be made. Thinkers make bold decisions, help us see new visions, and overcome obstacles in previously unseen ways.” – Gordon MacDonald, The Better man Lost in Ordering Your Private World.</span>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14941484626377690360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7726439.post-1126184671046700402005-09-08T20:32:00.000+08:002006-11-18T00:42:09.797+08:00<span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"When will my love return</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When will my love depart</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I ride with the wind</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Still i can't find any trace of you</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Where is my beloved whom i pine in solitude"</span></span>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14941484626377690360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7726439.post-1126114902666817002005-09-08T01:35:00.000+08:002006-11-18T00:42:41.419+08:00Photograph and Memories<p align="left"><span style="color:#cc9933;">Nadia, I wish you could be reading this. I'm sure you remember this cat which stood outside Nydc - so entralled were we by its docility. An irresistable nudge to stroke it. What a rare beauty.</span> </p><p align="left"><img style="WIDTH: 282px; HEIGHT: 369px" height="928" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b17/facadellic/PICT2487.jpg" width="662" /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;">Oh! The lovely ginger cat at Holland V. It's just so pretty!</span><br /></span></p>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14941484626377690360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7726439.post-1124388131497827122005-08-19T01:48:00.000+08:002006-11-18T00:43:16.715+08:00Life's Little Ironies.<span style="color:#cc6600;">The irony.<br />Why surface the false alarm, and then discovered too late.<br />Why continue on when it's too heavy.<br />Supposedly a good news, why dread letting go now.<br />Why fall in love, only to step out next.</span>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14941484626377690360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7726439.post-1121666948160732752005-07-18T13:57:00.000+08:002007-02-15T15:00:36.665+08:00<div align="left"><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>LPC 2004 gallery. </strong></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>It's been more than a year until </strong></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>i realised i never did put up these photos. </strong></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Generations after generations.. new leaders rise up </strong></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>as the ones before us had been faithful in </strong></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>taking that step of faith, so it passes on...</strong></span></span> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><img style="WIDTH: 416px; HEIGHT: 299px" height="665" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b17/facadellic/PICT0943.jpg" width="878" /> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"><strong>The Shower Girls!</strong></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /><img style="WIDTH: 413px; HEIGHT: 283px" height="587" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b17/facadellic/PICT0945.jpg" width="677" /> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">Val-Stella-Rach-Selene</span></strong></div><div align="left"><br /><br /><img style="WIDTH: 255px; HEIGHT: 322px" height="1072" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b17/facadellic/PICT0946.jpg" width="579" /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"><strong>The night inspires me to write..</strong></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /><img style="WIDTH: 399px; HEIGHT: 293px" height="503" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b17/facadellic/PICT0950.jpg" width="603" /> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"><strong>New Charlie's Angels stunt</strong></span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /><img style="WIDTH: 404px; HEIGHT: 288px" height="561" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b17/facadellic/PICT0951.jpg" width="737" /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"><strong>Lovely Pretty Campers</strong></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14941484626377690360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7726439.post-1121666239952739092005-07-18T13:48:00.000+08:002007-02-15T15:02:54.582+08:00<div align="left"><img style="WIDTH: 438px; HEIGHT: 308px" height="568" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b17/facadellic/PICT0956.jpg" width="728" /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">Was somebody bullied at the table?</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#66ff99;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#66ff99;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#66ff99;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#66ff99;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><img style="WIDTH: 437px; HEIGHT: 314px" height="596" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b17/facadellic/PICT0958.jpg" width="842" /></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">Awww...</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#66ff99;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 309px" height="1174" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b17/facadellic/PICT0977.jpg" width="713" /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">What lies beneath...</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><img style="WIDTH: 395px; HEIGHT: 279px" height="792" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b17/facadellic/PICT0983.jpg" width="1056" /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">....is revealed.</span></strong></div><div align="left"></div>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14941484626377690360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7726439.post-1121665103656787202005-07-18T13:28:00.000+08:002007-01-20T19:18:17.189+08:00<div align="left"><span style="color:#006600;"><img style="WIDTH: 444px; HEIGHT: 315px" height="813" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b17/facadellic/PICT0990.jpg" width="973" /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">All-Arts-Girls Bunk! Woohoo!</span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><img style="WIDTH: 397px; HEIGHT: 287px" height="737" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b17/facadellic/PICT0998.jpg" width="783" /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">And you see what goes on above as well...</span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14941484626377690360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7726439.post-1121621945175311412005-07-18T01:34:00.000+08:002007-01-20T19:18:56.471+08:00<div align="left"><span style="color:#006600;"><img style="WIDTH: 398px; HEIGHT: 278px" height="730" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b17/facadellic/PICT0993.jpg" width="984" /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">Into a time of Prayer...</span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><img style="WIDTH: 398px; HEIGHT: 278px" height="763" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b17/facadellic/PICT0997.jpg" width="990" /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>...and still prayer...</strong></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><img style="WIDTH: 397px; HEIGHT: 284px" height="841" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b17/facadellic/PICT1005.jpg" width="1025" /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Everyone listens intently at Garbriel's msg... </strong></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#006600;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>(or maybe not...)</strong></span> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14941484626377690360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7726439.post-1121621418367672432005-07-18T01:25:00.000+08:002007-01-20T19:17:40.925+08:00<div align="left"><span style="color:#006600;"><img style="WIDTH: 459px; HEIGHT: 322px" height="694" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b17/facadellic/PICT1013.jpg" width="951" /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>We simply love 7/11 store at nights!</strong></span> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><img style="WIDTH: 461px; HEIGHT: 337px" height="818" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b17/facadellic/PICT1011.jpg" width="996" /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">*GASP!* Was Angel Gabriel present with us?</span></strong> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><img style="WIDTH: 318px; HEIGHT: 420px" height="1148" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b17/facadellic/PICT1012.jpg" width="686" /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">A Premonition into the </span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">future leaders of ARTS?</span></strong> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14941484626377690360noreply@blogger.com0