Friday, July 9, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
Soldiers
Foxy is hard at work, which motivates me to work hard too :)
Much to do in the office, but starting the day off in prayer helps us to stay centered on God and focused on the ministry at hand.
A good reminder this morning that God doesn't shift obstacles - He gets us right through them.
I will press on.
I've got Xingqi, Rae, Wednesday and Chee Onn with me.
Friday, June 11, 2010
A Dusting Off
After a long day at work (with an extended meeting pushing way beyond the limits of my mental capacity), I was crossing the overhead bridge outside 4 How Sun Drive when I snapped out of my reverie just in time to see 28 approaching at a speed too fast for me to catch. Still, banging on a glimmer of hope, I gave chase.
The result?
Stuck at the bus stop, past 8pm, hungry, emotionally drained, mentally exhausted and now physically worn out as well. I slumped onto the seats and wondered if something is out against me.
Raising my thoughts to God, I asked if the arrangement had to be this accurate - being in deep thought, the sandals, no one getting on or off at the stop, the red light that turned green just as I neared...all these contributing the loss of precious seconds that just might have resulted in a different outcome for my endeavour to catch the bus.
Still, in the moments that ensued, I willed my will, against all odds, to find the new center of peace that I have recently discovered. The act itself takes effort from every mental fibre available to shut out distractions, resist plugging into music, not sink into self-pity or any other equally destructive emotion, and basically disallow the mind to wander into any other grounds except the one place where peace is to be found.
Slowly, as laboured breathing evened out, the thought that God goes to extreme lengths at times to catch our attention or force us to slow down brought a smile, and I found my soul being unshackled from the weight of the world. Oddly enough, the next bus that came was neither 93 nor 158. It only confirmed my presupposition that it had been part of His orchestration all along.
The brief interruption to a daily routine, though not entirely desired, was much needed. In those few precious minutes, I regained the heart of gratitude as I relinquished the burden of work and minsitry into the loving Father's hands through a spot of meditation. By the time the following 28 came rumbling along, my soul and spirit had been refreshed and I was ready to head home after dinner to prepare for the following day of work.
Each day, it seems, we pick up dirt and dust that forms part of our baggage. It takes a bit of lingering the presence of God to clear this baggage. I'm beginning to see the necessity of starting and ending the day right with God, and this cannot be done without entering His presence and allowing Him to change us.
Be still and know that He is God.
The result?
Stuck at the bus stop, past 8pm, hungry, emotionally drained, mentally exhausted and now physically worn out as well. I slumped onto the seats and wondered if something is out against me.
Raising my thoughts to God, I asked if the arrangement had to be this accurate - being in deep thought, the sandals, no one getting on or off at the stop, the red light that turned green just as I neared...all these contributing the loss of precious seconds that just might have resulted in a different outcome for my endeavour to catch the bus.
Still, in the moments that ensued, I willed my will, against all odds, to find the new center of peace that I have recently discovered. The act itself takes effort from every mental fibre available to shut out distractions, resist plugging into music, not sink into self-pity or any other equally destructive emotion, and basically disallow the mind to wander into any other grounds except the one place where peace is to be found.
Slowly, as laboured breathing evened out, the thought that God goes to extreme lengths at times to catch our attention or force us to slow down brought a smile, and I found my soul being unshackled from the weight of the world. Oddly enough, the next bus that came was neither 93 nor 158. It only confirmed my presupposition that it had been part of His orchestration all along.
The brief interruption to a daily routine, though not entirely desired, was much needed. In those few precious minutes, I regained the heart of gratitude as I relinquished the burden of work and minsitry into the loving Father's hands through a spot of meditation. By the time the following 28 came rumbling along, my soul and spirit had been refreshed and I was ready to head home after dinner to prepare for the following day of work.
Each day, it seems, we pick up dirt and dust that forms part of our baggage. It takes a bit of lingering the presence of God to clear this baggage. I'm beginning to see the necessity of starting and ending the day right with God, and this cannot be done without entering His presence and allowing Him to change us.
Be still and know that He is God.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Former Glory
No weeping
No hurt or pain
No suffering
You hold me now
No darkness
No sick or lame
No hiding
You hold me now
-Hillsong
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All of creation groans, longing for the promised day of delivery.
Someday we shall all be restored to our former glory, to what we were once created to be.
No hurt or pain
No suffering
You hold me now
No darkness
No sick or lame
No hiding
You hold me now
-Hillsong
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All of creation groans, longing for the promised day of delivery.
Someday we shall all be restored to our former glory, to what we were once created to be.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
The Freedom of Being Man
There is no absolute truth.
In that case, the statement that 'there is no absolute truth' is not true either.
So if it's not true that there is no absolute truth, then either there IS absolute truth, or we are unable to know if there is absolute truth.
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Man are funnny creatures.
Birds are born with wings, so they fly.
Fish are born with tails and fins, so they swim.
Horse and gazelles and cheetahs, they run.
But man, oh no, only man, is not content to be what he was created to be.*
But for the man who has learnt to be content being man, ahhh...is there not freedom in that?
*And angels too. A third of them, apparently, now cast out of heaven.
In that case, the statement that 'there is no absolute truth' is not true either.
So if it's not true that there is no absolute truth, then either there IS absolute truth, or we are unable to know if there is absolute truth.
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Man are funnny creatures.
Birds are born with wings, so they fly.
Fish are born with tails and fins, so they swim.
Horse and gazelles and cheetahs, they run.
But man, oh no, only man, is not content to be what he was created to be.*
But for the man who has learnt to be content being man, ahhh...is there not freedom in that?
*And angels too. A third of them, apparently, now cast out of heaven.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Quotable Quotes
"Saints become saints by somehow clinging to the stubborn conviction that God deserves our trust, even when it looks like the world is caving in."
- Philip Yancey, I Was Just Wondering
To be commanded to love God, let alone in the wilderness, is like being commanded to be well when we are sick, to sing for joy when we are dying of thirst, to run when our legs are broken. But this is the first and great commandment nonetheless. Even in the wilderness - especially in the wilderness - you shall love him.
- Frederick Buechner (as quoted by Philip Yancey)
"After two weeks of reading the entire Bible, I came away with the strong sense that God doesn't care so much about being analyzed. Mainly - like any parent, like any lover - he wants to be loved."
- Philip Yancey, I Was Just Wondering
- Philip Yancey, I Was Just Wondering
To be commanded to love God, let alone in the wilderness, is like being commanded to be well when we are sick, to sing for joy when we are dying of thirst, to run when our legs are broken. But this is the first and great commandment nonetheless. Even in the wilderness - especially in the wilderness - you shall love him.
- Frederick Buechner (as quoted by Philip Yancey)
"After two weeks of reading the entire Bible, I came away with the strong sense that God doesn't care so much about being analyzed. Mainly - like any parent, like any lover - he wants to be loved."
- Philip Yancey, I Was Just Wondering
Sunday, April 25, 2010
give me eyes to see like Yours
Thoughts from watching fragments of The Soloist.
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What if people weren't projects but potential friends?
What if that's all it really takes to make a difference to somebody, to be a friend?
What if we were able to see through God's eyes and recognize that there aren't any nobodies and that everybody is a somebody?
What if we stopped subscribing to the secular system of social status hierarchy and simple learnt to see God's image in people and love them?
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What if we are lived in a place where nobody is better or worse than the next, but we all shone with our unqiue blend of colours?
I think it's called heaven.
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What if people weren't projects but potential friends?
What if that's all it really takes to make a difference to somebody, to be a friend?
What if we were able to see through God's eyes and recognize that there aren't any nobodies and that everybody is a somebody?
What if we stopped subscribing to the secular system of social status hierarchy and simple learnt to see God's image in people and love them?
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What if we are lived in a place where nobody is better or worse than the next, but we all shone with our unqiue blend of colours?
I think it's called heaven.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
A weighty matter
Ask not for your load to be lightened; ask instead, for character and strength to carry the portion which you have been assigned, and it shall become the weight of glory.
An epiphanical moment and an assemblage of words collected through random scraps of writings.
"For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all."
From the Bible, this one is.
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If for nothing else, it is to and for God's glory.
If by nothing else, it shall be overcome by love.
If nothing else, it will be His arms that I fall into.
An epiphanical moment and an assemblage of words collected through random scraps of writings.
"For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all."
From the Bible, this one is.
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If for nothing else, it is to and for God's glory.
If by nothing else, it shall be overcome by love.
If nothing else, it will be His arms that I fall into.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Saving the sky
7.05pm.
Walked out of my office to catch the sky saturated with a beautiful and mysterious yellow and a sea of blue, with dapplings of aqua green conjoining the two and smatterings of grey clouds, a Rembrandt* and infinitely better.
7.09pm.
Walking back into my office.
The sky had resumed its usual palette of ultramarine and cornflower blue. A faint light to the right of my makeshift viewing window, framed by the walls and railing of the church building, was the only remnant of the breath-chilling sight, hinting at the beauty that was a mere four minutes ago.
My breath was caught in the wrong sort of way.
For the first time, such a sight stunned me instead of moving me.
I check my heart - what's going on down here?
I don't know and I'm too tired to find out.
Salvation needs to find me because I am incapable of seeking it out.
At the moment.
Your saving grace, holding me.
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*disclaimer: I can't actually really remember the sort of painting that Rembrandt did. Probably should google it some time.
Walked out of my office to catch the sky saturated with a beautiful and mysterious yellow and a sea of blue, with dapplings of aqua green conjoining the two and smatterings of grey clouds, a Rembrandt* and infinitely better.
7.09pm.
Walking back into my office.
The sky had resumed its usual palette of ultramarine and cornflower blue. A faint light to the right of my makeshift viewing window, framed by the walls and railing of the church building, was the only remnant of the breath-chilling sight, hinting at the beauty that was a mere four minutes ago.
My breath was caught in the wrong sort of way.
For the first time, such a sight stunned me instead of moving me.
I check my heart - what's going on down here?
I don't know and I'm too tired to find out.
Salvation needs to find me because I am incapable of seeking it out.
At the moment.
Your saving grace, holding me.
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*disclaimer: I can't actually really remember the sort of painting that Rembrandt did. Probably should google it some time.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Flight of the Blue Jay
I have heard the cries of longing lost within a flurry of activity and believed that there is another door to be unlocked.
God is speaking, and to hear requires stillness.
There has got to be more to God than bible reading, praying and disciplined times of coming before Him and entering His presence by means of committed devotion, and I daresay it is not heretical to make a statement like this.
If God really runs the universe then there must be some aspects of Him unfathomable and therefore a continued mystery that frames and manifests within the relationship that we seek to have with Him.
Perhaps communion with God begins enters a new depth when we relinquish the need to understand, to process intellectually the implications of our faith and simply allow Him to be and ourselves to respond to that Being with our own state of being.
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I am convinced that in order to live, I must learn how to fly.
And this flight differs from yours or his or hers, but it is the wings that we have been given that determines the pattern of our flight.
But we were all meant to fly.
God is speaking, and to hear requires stillness.
There has got to be more to God than bible reading, praying and disciplined times of coming before Him and entering His presence by means of committed devotion, and I daresay it is not heretical to make a statement like this.
If God really runs the universe then there must be some aspects of Him unfathomable and therefore a continued mystery that frames and manifests within the relationship that we seek to have with Him.
Perhaps communion with God begins enters a new depth when we relinquish the need to understand, to process intellectually the implications of our faith and simply allow Him to be and ourselves to respond to that Being with our own state of being.
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I am convinced that in order to live, I must learn how to fly.
And this flight differs from yours or his or hers, but it is the wings that we have been given that determines the pattern of our flight.
But we were all meant to fly.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
3 knocks on an oakwood door.
"Don't flip with the sacred. Banter and silliness give no honor to God. Don't reduce holy mysteries to slogans. In trying to be relevant, you're only being cute and inviting sacrilege."
Matthew 7:6 [bold mine]
Encountering the mystery of God is both wonderful and dreadful at the same time, and also wonderful in its dreadfulness.
A few weeks ago, I heard a knock on my door.
It was God asking, "Ave, what have you been blogging about?"
That's when I realised, I'd forgotten why I started this blog in the first place. Much of recent posts hardly have anything to do with honor for God.
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Yesterday morning I was buying my usual bottle of Nestle strawberry yoghurt drink at 7-eleven when I realised I only had 75cents to pay for a $1.35 drink. Told the cashier I'll be back after I make a trip to the atm, but this very kind soul, who was about to make his purchase, said he'll pay for me.
Amidst mild protests, I put my 70cents (didn't think he'd want the 5cents) into his hand before he could refuse and took off with my drink after saying my thanks, throwing in a smile to emphasize my gratitude.
If we love, it is God in us who loves.
Reductionism has us book-keeping with a list of laws and commands. There is absolute control in that, but God is not looking for controlled religion.
He is looking for someone who genuinely desires to seek, love, honor and please Him, someone who takes delight in Him and who knows and enjoys the Father's delight.
You can't do relationships with formulae, unlike religion.
Makes absolute sense which one to choose, but it ain't always that easy. Human nature tends toward the definable and controllable, but for the courageous, risk-taking, faith-filled few, they find a different sort of life.
So far, they haven't lost yet.
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For all its pertubulations, agony and risks, I still choose love.
Because love has won me over.
Matthew 7:6 [bold mine]
Encountering the mystery of God is both wonderful and dreadful at the same time, and also wonderful in its dreadfulness.
A few weeks ago, I heard a knock on my door.
It was God asking, "Ave, what have you been blogging about?"
That's when I realised, I'd forgotten why I started this blog in the first place. Much of recent posts hardly have anything to do with honor for God.
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Yesterday morning I was buying my usual bottle of Nestle strawberry yoghurt drink at 7-eleven when I realised I only had 75cents to pay for a $1.35 drink. Told the cashier I'll be back after I make a trip to the atm, but this very kind soul, who was about to make his purchase, said he'll pay for me.
Amidst mild protests, I put my 70cents (didn't think he'd want the 5cents) into his hand before he could refuse and took off with my drink after saying my thanks, throwing in a smile to emphasize my gratitude.
If we love, it is God in us who loves.
Reductionism has us book-keeping with a list of laws and commands. There is absolute control in that, but God is not looking for controlled religion.
He is looking for someone who genuinely desires to seek, love, honor and please Him, someone who takes delight in Him and who knows and enjoys the Father's delight.
You can't do relationships with formulae, unlike religion.
Makes absolute sense which one to choose, but it ain't always that easy. Human nature tends toward the definable and controllable, but for the courageous, risk-taking, faith-filled few, they find a different sort of life.
So far, they haven't lost yet.
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For all its pertubulations, agony and risks, I still choose love.
Because love has won me over.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Back on my Feet
I'mma back! And Foxy my pet welcomes me with a morning workout, woohoo! Not to mention a couple of grey bunny wabbits as surprise guests :)
So with a nicely coordinated surprise, a heart-wrenching rendition of 'Happy Birthday' sung with much gusto by the CG guys (you guys ought to be on national tv), a scrummy-licious cake and a tub full of mashed potato, followed by dinner at Mad Jack's and a fifteen minute chillout at Fifteen Minutes (no kidding you there), 13 of March 2010 was spent memorably with the special warm fuzzy feeling still lingering.
Unfortunately, the flu bug attacked, causing absence from my work desk for a good two and a half days. But having slept a day's worth over Monday and Tuesday, I'm back with some fresh zest and enough spunk to take on the world (almost)!
I could film my own version of Home Alone now, having enjoyed peace and quiet for the past four days. Feeling especially proud of my laundry efforts and upkeeping with the mail. Must remember to water the plants. Oh and, time to engage the good, old trusty vaccuum cleaner again!
This living alone thing, I could get used to it, you know.
Maybe when I have a salary fat enough, I'll rent my own pad :)
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Ave says, "Home is where the heart is, and your heart is where people who love you are."
Yinky says, "If I grow my roots in God, no matter where I go, I will find home."
Ave says, "That's even deeper and truer."
May my heart be found in God.
Friday, March 12, 2010
21 yrs 364 days old
My 276th post at 5.56pm on 12 March 2010.
Trying to make my twenty-one years of age last.
Despite my best attempts to lounge around in self-denial (best efforts meaning telling people I'm twenty-one plus instead of twenty-two), here I am, still, six hours away from cruel reality of being booted out of beloved twentyone-hood.
Funny how it never meant this much before.
I'd always looked puzzledly at Forever 21 storefronts, wondering why anybody would want to be twenty-one forever when there's the joy of progressing to other ages.
At precisely (or not so precisely) 3am on 1 January 2010, I learnt the reason why.
I can hardly bear the other 'two' digit creeping up to the first.
So here I am, hovering dangerously close to the dreaded age (and even more dangerously close to being late for dinner with my family in 29 minutes at Marina Square), and deciding to make a record of this monumental moment.
All that said and done, I'm going to squeeze out the last drop of twentyone-hood and savour it for what it's worth. Tomorrow, I launch gloriously into a new age (hah! literally) and well, we'll see what surprises await (or less pleasant ones lurking around the shady corners)!
At least the special day will be spent in good company.
I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
Keep your expectations low, they wisely say (well, 'they' being more like 'I').
The noise that expectations make when they come crashing down never sound pretty.
So...expect nothing, and whatever comes take your breath away.
Ahh...best advice given yet, if I may say so, with all the twentyonish wisdom I can manage :)
Ciao~
Trying to make my twenty-one years of age last.
Despite my best attempts to lounge around in self-denial (best efforts meaning telling people I'm twenty-one plus instead of twenty-two), here I am, still, six hours away from cruel reality of being booted out of beloved twentyone-hood.
Funny how it never meant this much before.
I'd always looked puzzledly at Forever 21 storefronts, wondering why anybody would want to be twenty-one forever when there's the joy of progressing to other ages.
At precisely (or not so precisely) 3am on 1 January 2010, I learnt the reason why.
I can hardly bear the other 'two' digit creeping up to the first.
So here I am, hovering dangerously close to the dreaded age (and even more dangerously close to being late for dinner with my family in 29 minutes at Marina Square), and deciding to make a record of this monumental moment.
All that said and done, I'm going to squeeze out the last drop of twentyone-hood and savour it for what it's worth. Tomorrow, I launch gloriously into a new age (hah! literally) and well, we'll see what surprises await (or less pleasant ones lurking around the shady corners)!
At least the special day will be spent in good company.
I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
Keep your expectations low, they wisely say (well, 'they' being more like 'I').
The noise that expectations make when they come crashing down never sound pretty.
So...expect nothing, and whatever comes take your breath away.
Ahh...best advice given yet, if I may say so, with all the twentyonish wisdom I can manage :)
Ciao~
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
A Green Day
The taxi uncle's overly zealous attempt to eject me out of his vehicle by pressing the button for the automated passenger door resulted in my plastic bag falling out onto the side walk and my favourite shawl drenched in disgusting rainwater on the tarmac road. Even more permanent damage included both halves of my focacia bread, which was not meant to come into contact with contaminated rain water before consumption.
Knew I shouldn't have taken both havles.
Now I've wasted an unnecessary half.
Walked into the building trying very hard to stay calm but failing epicly.
Chided myself for not just grabbing my plastic bag first before I kept the change.
Thankful that at least my newly bought cushion remained unharmed by the disaster.
A dark office door indicated the lack of human presence.
Great, not even a soul to gripe to.
Dunked my ruined breakfast into the trash on my way to the ladies' to wash my shawl. Loud, jovial singing of Lord I Lift Your Name On High wisped within range of my hearing and within seconds, dispelled all feelings of raw anger.
Thank you Jesus for a much needed, timely act of grace to ease my tensed spiritual muscles.
Minutes later, my shawl is clean and I've settled down with chee cheong fun and a nice cup of soya bean milk, courtesy of the staff Wednesday meeting that includes breakfast. When I came back into the office an hour and a half later, my shawl, which I'd left on the backs of a couple of chair to dry, had dried out and was ready for use.
I'm not about to end with a 'Hallelujah, praise God!'. Not that God doesn't deserve it - on the contrary, He deserve more than a sometimes clichedly used phrase.
What I need is something that better expresses my feelings of being humbled by a very, big God.
Thank You, thank You, thank You.
Tis poison and cancer in my soul, but You are the light that keeps me walking.
Knew I shouldn't have taken both havles.
Now I've wasted an unnecessary half.
Walked into the building trying very hard to stay calm but failing epicly.
Chided myself for not just grabbing my plastic bag first before I kept the change.
Thankful that at least my newly bought cushion remained unharmed by the disaster.
A dark office door indicated the lack of human presence.
Great, not even a soul to gripe to.
Dunked my ruined breakfast into the trash on my way to the ladies' to wash my shawl. Loud, jovial singing of Lord I Lift Your Name On High wisped within range of my hearing and within seconds, dispelled all feelings of raw anger.
Thank you Jesus for a much needed, timely act of grace to ease my tensed spiritual muscles.
Minutes later, my shawl is clean and I've settled down with chee cheong fun and a nice cup of soya bean milk, courtesy of the staff Wednesday meeting that includes breakfast. When I came back into the office an hour and a half later, my shawl, which I'd left on the backs of a couple of chair to dry, had dried out and was ready for use.
I'm not about to end with a 'Hallelujah, praise God!'. Not that God doesn't deserve it - on the contrary, He deserve more than a sometimes clichedly used phrase.
What I need is something that better expresses my feelings of being humbled by a very, big God.
Thank You, thank You, thank You.
Tis poison and cancer in my soul, but You are the light that keeps me walking.
Joel...as in Tok.
Nicole says, "Joel is free...as in Tok"
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Nicole as in Kang.
Avelyn as in Tan.
Eugene as in Goh.
Oooh...this is fuunn!
Clarence as in Ng,
Zhong Ren as in Koh,
Samantha as in Ding,
Bryan as in Hoe!
Rhymes!
Let's try some more...
Jeremy as in Pong,
Amiel as in Siong,
Clement as in Chua,
Michelle as in Leong!
New ones :)
Zhai Juan as in Phua,
Vanessa as in Koh,
Ming Hui as in Chng,
Matthew as in Goh!
Vinna as in Yip,
Sylvia as in Yeoh,
Kenny as in Lee,
Johnathan as in Teo!
Timothy as in Yap
Rex as in Ang,
Yingqi as in Tan
Wynn as in Pang!
Gloria as in Tan,
Janice as in Loh,
Daniel as in Lee
Chelsia as in Goh!
CG rhyme!
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Nicole as in Kang.
Avelyn as in Tan.
Eugene as in Goh.
Oooh...this is fuunn!
Clarence as in Ng,
Zhong Ren as in Koh,
Samantha as in Ding,
Bryan as in Hoe!
Rhymes!
Let's try some more...
Jeremy as in Pong,
Amiel as in Siong,
Clement as in Chua,
Michelle as in Leong!
New ones :)
Zhai Juan as in Phua,
Vanessa as in Koh,
Ming Hui as in Chng,
Matthew as in Goh!
Vinna as in Yip,
Sylvia as in Yeoh,
Kenny as in Lee,
Johnathan as in Teo!
Timothy as in Yap
Rex as in Ang,
Yingqi as in Tan
Wynn as in Pang!
Gloria as in Tan,
Janice as in Loh,
Daniel as in Lee
Chelsia as in Goh!
CG rhyme!
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Pop song ballad
Listening to good old pop music by Bardot.
"These days
The world's alright
The sun shines bright
I'm kicking out the bad dreams
These days go on long after you've gone"
"You're taking me higher than heaven"
Ahh...sweet teenagehood memories.
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Another day, more things done, apologetics class attended, Yan Hui and Yong Xin's essays edited, conference call held, another emotional meltdown, another heartache dealt with, and the gradual sense of becoming stronger through all the emotional-relational fiascos.
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The fastest way to get a response online is to announce anything vaguely related to getting a boyfriend. Or engaged. Or married. Something along those lines.
We haven't changed very much, have we?
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Missin' Your Love
Bardot
I guess we didn't see
It wasn't meant to be
Though we tried to love each other
There was no reason to
it's just what we went through
Now time has torn us apart
Though I told you I loved you
And you told me the same
A little distance between us
Now I noticed alot has changed
Now baby uh huh
I, I ain't missin' your love (missin' your love)
I, I ain't missin' your love (missin' your love)
It's just another day
We go our separate wys
Without thinking about each other
Now everything seems new
When I see it without you
I've been told you feel the same as I do
Though I told you I loved you (oh yeah)
And you told me the same
A little distance between us
How I've noticed alot has changed
Now baby uh huh
I, I ain't missin' your love (missin' your love)
(Yeah yeah)
I, I ain't missin' your love (missin' your love)
(I ain't missin' your love)
I, I ain't missin' your love (missin' your love)
I, I ain't missin' your love (missin' your love)
Is it a crime?
I finally realied
You were missing all along
Still I don't have you
And I'm torn in two
Now it's time to say goodbye
Now baby I
I, I ain't missin' your love (missin' your love)
(Oh babay I)
I, I ain't missin' your love (missin' your love)
(Oh ain't missin your love)
I, I ain't missin' your love (missin' your love)
(I ain;t missin' your love)
I, I ain't missin' your love (missin' your love)
(Oh ain't missin your love)
"These days
The world's alright
The sun shines bright
I'm kicking out the bad dreams
These days go on long after you've gone"
"You're taking me higher than heaven"
Ahh...sweet teenagehood memories.
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Another day, more things done, apologetics class attended, Yan Hui and Yong Xin's essays edited, conference call held, another emotional meltdown, another heartache dealt with, and the gradual sense of becoming stronger through all the emotional-relational fiascos.
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The fastest way to get a response online is to announce anything vaguely related to getting a boyfriend. Or engaged. Or married. Something along those lines.
We haven't changed very much, have we?
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Missin' Your Love
Bardot
I guess we didn't see
It wasn't meant to be
Though we tried to love each other
There was no reason to
it's just what we went through
Now time has torn us apart
Though I told you I loved you
And you told me the same
A little distance between us
Now I noticed alot has changed
Now baby uh huh
I, I ain't missin' your love (missin' your love)
I, I ain't missin' your love (missin' your love)
It's just another day
We go our separate wys
Without thinking about each other
Now everything seems new
When I see it without you
I've been told you feel the same as I do
Though I told you I loved you (oh yeah)
And you told me the same
A little distance between us
How I've noticed alot has changed
Now baby uh huh
I, I ain't missin' your love (missin' your love)
(Yeah yeah)
I, I ain't missin' your love (missin' your love)
(I ain't missin' your love)
I, I ain't missin' your love (missin' your love)
I, I ain't missin' your love (missin' your love)
Is it a crime?
I finally realied
You were missing all along
Still I don't have you
And I'm torn in two
Now it's time to say goodbye
Now baby I
I, I ain't missin' your love (missin' your love)
(Oh babay I)
I, I ain't missin' your love (missin' your love)
(Oh ain't missin your love)
I, I ain't missin' your love (missin' your love)
(I ain;t missin' your love)
I, I ain't missin' your love (missin' your love)
(Oh ain't missin your love)
Foxy my new pet
I love my new gmail theme!
Hours ago when I logged on foxy was feeding chicken in the yard and the sky was shades of chinese tea. Now foxy is having nice, hot, steaming dinner indoors while the chickens peck away outside, the sky a an inky hue of greys.
*laughs*
Such joy :)
Friday, March 5, 2010
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