Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Moving Along

And so, S30 is no more... my ex-CG mates are literally being scattered across four corners of the island. Well, change is good, and more importantly, necessary in this case. So what's in store ahead? No idea but with faith, I move on.

And at work, CK's moved on to a different part of the building. Fellowshipped over burgers @ Hard Rock today with CH & D. Wonder what's ahead for myself... No idea but with faith, I move along.

When one is lost, one naturally searches for a guiding light. Am I really on the verge of something? Is there a triggering action I gotta first fulfill? No idea, but with faith...

Monday, August 28, 2006

Be Still My Soul

Hide me now
Under your wings
Cover me
within your mighty hand

When the oceans rise and thunders roar
I will soar with you above the storm
Father you are king over the flood
I will be still and know you are God

Find rest my soul
In Christ alone
Know his power
In quietness and trust

When the oceans rise and thunders roar
I will soar with you above the storm
Father you are king over the flood
I will be still and know you are God

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Chasing Cars

This ear-worm by Snow Patrol has been stuck in my head since I first heard it on radio. And it rings a bell because I've been busy at work chasing figures for management reporting, chasing people for their inputs...

Apart from the title though, the song speaks of a longing for independence and detachment, which during immense stress or hopelessness, are convenient holes to bury our heads in. But for too long have I allowed myself this. Stepping out in faith to reach for the next level is what I need.

By Snow Patrol

We'll do it all
On our own

We don't need
Or anyone

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel

Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads

I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see

I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Real Run But No Kick

Took part in the New Balance Real Run last sunday - clocked a time of about 54min. Held at Sentosa, the 10km race included stretches of 2.4km trail and 2km sand. Turnout was pretty good, but organizers seemed to be overwhelmed (runners were still streaming in after flag-off).

Overall, it didn't prove as challenging as it was hyped up to be - and I'm not blowing my own trumpet. To be fair, the hilly road proved challenging and the sand stretch was utterly annoying, but the trail stretch was practically a walk through the park on a paved track. Perhaps I had delusional ideas from Eco Challenge, a truly gruelling multi-day adventure race.

Memorable, though FAR from pleasant, was being tormented by a fellow runner having the runs. And since he was running at the same pace as me, I was hard-put to out-run him. Admirable is all I can say. Remember, the race's slogan is "Get out of the way."

Spotted a cute shoulder tattoo on a 18yo-ish guy - it was of Dino, the pet dinosar from the Flintstones. No further comments.

Most important take-away: I run for God and for myself. Don't bother understanding it. But run with me, you must.

Awesome Weekend

Renewed anew - that's my MSN nick right now.

3 messages by Dr. A.R. Bernard is what it takes to change one's perspective - radically!

Still at a loss for words...

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Seize the Day!

As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. (Psalm 103:15)

Sunday, August 13, 2006

You Will Not Like Me

Caught The Libertine (2005, Laurence Dunmore), a film depicting the colourful but brief life of John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester.

For all the man's intellect and wit, he wasted his life away in an essentially nihilist belief. Debauchery notwithstanding, he simply neglected to focus his talents constructively. Of course, this film is offering its own representation which may not be complete and accurate.

Read some of his works here.

I pray that I will not waste my own life away, distracted by pursuits of things that are temporary and unprofitable.
A Fragment of Seneca Translated
Lord John Wilmot

After Death nothing is, and nothing, death,
The utmost limit of a gasp of breath.
Let the ambitious zealot lay aside
His hopes of heaven, whose faith is but his pride;
Let slavish souls lay by their fear
Nor be concerned which way nor where
After this life they shall be hurled.
Dead, we become the lumber of the world,
And to that mass of matter shall be swept
Where things destroyed with things unborn are kept.
Devouring time swallows us whole.
Impartial death confounds body and soul.
For Hell and the foul fiend that rules
God's everlasting fiery jails
(Devised by rogues, dreaded by fools),
With his grim, grisly dog that keeps the door,
Are senseless stories, idle tales,
Dreams, whimseys, and no more.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

Big Bang

Caught the 2nd last installment of the Fireworks Fest last night. Staked out next to the defunct Clifford Pier with fellow sneakers.

Pics aren't fantastic, but it's my 1st shot.

See pics here.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006


Viva la revolution eh? See NYtimes slideshow of Castro pics.

Happy National Day

Relished ST's National Day supplement this morning - truly as progress beckons, we mustn't forget our past and those who are left behind.

Just the other day, I remembered a friend who's spent the past half-decade or so in the States and if given a choice, probably wouldn't return. On the other hand, there's me who's lived here all my life and would still choose to continue my life here. Reasons abound, but I would just say this is home.

Let's be thankful for the good things around us, never mind the imperfections. After all, being contented is a choice.


Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Courageous Wordsmith

Was tasked at work to author a paper on my own. Particularly challenging because of the political sensitivity involved - in fact as I type this, I'm already selecting my words carefully.

Have spent hours poring over words, typing/deleting/re-typing/editing late into the night. Paralyzingly fastidious becomes me, to the point that between 2 drafts & 3 hours apart, the content hadn't changed much. Boss was frank in pointing that out - I weakly defended that I had written much but deleted much too.

His next words were pithier still: You are too fearful.

It hit me hard - the procrastination, agonizing over words, mental block. Emotions welled up within as I nodded to advice on how to proceed next. Thankful I am though, for an encouraging and patient boss.

One of the last to leave the office, I sat at my desk. It was either despair or deliver. I chose the latter. Turning to God in prayer, I asked for faith, courage and wisdom to complete the paper. There was a strange shiver - was it His presence I felt? But heartened I definitely was.

11pm - heading home in a cab, blank and exhausted. Didn't utter a word when family spoke to me.

Am I fatally self-reflective without the capacity to cope? Is there a blanket of fear and worry that grips the core of my being? At least now I know my body can do with less sleep and more caffeine.

What is God's will for our lives? If victory is a choice, have I taken that pivotal step?

God help me, victorious living, here I come.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006


By Jeff Buckley

i heard there was a secret chord
that david played and it pleased the lord
but you don't really care for music, do you
well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
the minor fall and the major lift
the baffled king composing hallelujah


well your faith was strong but you needed proof
you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah


baby i've been here before
i've seen this room and i've walked this floor
i used to live alone before i knew you
i've seen your flag on the marble arch
but love is not a victory march
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah


well there was a time when you let me know
what's really going on below
but now you never show that to me do you
but remember when i moved in you
and the holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah

well, maybe there's a god above
but all i've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
it's not a cry that you hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah


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