Saturday, December 26, 2009

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

This is my story!



Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
O what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
born of his Spirit, washed in his blood.

This is my story, this is my song,
praising my Savior all the day long;
this is my story, this is my song,
praising my Savior all the day long.

Perfect submission, perfect delight,
visions of rapture now burst on my sight;
angels descending bring from above
echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
(Refrain)

Perfect submission, all is at rest;
I in my Savior am happy and blest,
watching and waiting, looking above,
filled with his goodness, lost in his love.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Remembrance

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Air on G string

Air on G string

Friday, October 02, 2009

Something beckons and it ain't mooncakes...


Serban Savu, "65-0944-2" (2009)

One wonders what difference it really makes, crossing the imaginary crevice that separates one decade from another.

Numerical? Chronological? Well, ICA duly notified me to replace my NRIC...

Biological? Physiological? I ain't got ticking ovaries... Just recovered from a really awful throat inflammation thought.

Philosophical? Hmmmm... Yeah wisdom piles on together with love handles.

Can't say I've much to boast about. Can't say I've little to complain about. But one thing I am determined is to be thankful and grateful for what I have. In fact, a guilty sense that I've been laid back points to the gaps and inadequacies and boo-boos I've accumulated.

So many years on and some idiosyncrasies still dog me. But at least a certain still quiet voice grows stronger and clearer. Might I never lose touch with that which keeps me grounded and going day after day.

You know, if "I think, therefore I am", then I'm afraid there's so much of me that I'm awfully undecided. But again, at least I've realised that my gut has been my best friend. Not for binging but for decision making. And this afternoon, I told this to a colleague.

Finally, sleep. Like oxygen, it's necessary. But like a boy, curious and untried, we try to test how long we can go without it because we shoot off to breathe in slumberland.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Seasons of Love



From Rent
By Jonathan Larson

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes,
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Moments so dear

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?

In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights
In cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife

In five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life?

How about love? How about love?
How about love? Measure in love

Seasons of love
Seasons of love

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Journeys to plan

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man?

In truths that she learned
Or in times that he cried
In bridges he burned
Or the way that she died

It's time now to sing out
Tho' the story never ends
Let's celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends

Remember the love
(Oh you got to, got to)
Remember the love
(Remember the love)
Seasons of love
(Measure measure you life in love)
Seasons of love
Seasons of love

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Be filled

Monday, August 24, 2009

David and Goliath


37 Moreover David said, “The LORD, who delivered me from the paw of the lion and from the paw of the bear, He will deliver me from the hand of this Philistine.” And Saul said to David, “Go, and the LORD be with you!” 38 So Saul clothed David with his armor, and he put a bronze helmet on his head; he also clothed him with a coat of mail. 39 David fastened his sword to his armor and tried to walk, for he had not tested them. And David said to Saul, “I cannot walk with these, for I have not tested them.” So David took them off.

40 Then he took his staff in his hand; and he chose for himself five smooth stones from the brook, and put them in a shepherd’s bag, in a pouch which he had, and his sling was in his hand. And he drew near to the Philistine. 41 So the Philistine came, and began drawing near to David, and the man who bore the shield went before him. 42 And when the Philistine looked about and saw David, he disdained him; for he was only a youth, ruddy and good-looking. 43 So the Philistine said to David, “Am I a dog, that you come to me with sticks?” And the Philistine cursed David by his gods. 44 And the Philistine said to David, “Come to me, and I will give your flesh to the birds of the air and the beasts of the field!”

45 Then David said to the Philistine, “You come to me with a sword, with a spear, and with a javelin. But I come to you in the name of the LORD of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied. 46 This day the LORD will deliver you into my hand, and I will strike you and take your head from you. And this day I will give the carcasses of the camp of the Philistines to the birds of the air and the wild beasts of the earth, that all the earth may know that there is a God in Israel. 47 Then all this assembly shall know that the LORD does not save with sword and spear; for the battle is the LORD’s, and He will give you into our hands.”

48 So it was, when the Philistine arose and came and drew near to meet David, that David hurried and ran toward the army to meet the Philistine. 49 Then David put his hand in his bag and took out a stone; and he slung it and struck the Philistine in his forehead, so that the stone sank into his forehead, and he fell on his face to the earth. 50 So David prevailed over the Philistine with a sling and a stone, and struck the Philistine and killed him. But there was no sword in the hand of David. 51 Therefore David ran and stood over the Philistine, took his sword and drew it out of its sheath and killed him, and cut off his head with it. And when the Philistines saw that their champion was dead, they fled.

1 Samuel 17:37-51 (NKJV)

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

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Words.

Images.

Music.

Words.

And more words.

Sunday, August 02, 2009

Musician Dreams




I used to dream...

Monday, July 27, 2009

Salad Porn

Willing To Survive

Making do, making friends, making life possible!

Empire of the Sun portrays patriotic kamikaze pilots who willingly die for their country. On a sombre note, I'm reminded of Jakarta bombings...

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

One By One


One by One from nau.com/collective/

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Reach!

Tuesday, July 07, 2009


Love yourself, for who and what you are; protect your dream and develop your talent to the fullest extent.

~ Joan Benoit Samuelson (Retired American marathon runner)

Saturday, July 04, 2009

Thoughts, Thinks and Wells

As some might have noticed, haven't been blogging much. Been consumed by work, holidaying and inner thoughts. Let's see, where to begin...

H1N1 - the bugger-oops, bug that's here to stay. Giving hell and hot water at work too! Guess on the whole, it's good to be stretched... Though the adrenaline is starting to wear off.

France - Beautiful country with awesome/soothing/inspiring/beholding sights! Charming wedding, cathedrals (how many crucifixes can one see), cafes on the sidewalk, chilly-yet-sunny weather, crepes au nutella, cruise along the Seine, countryside car-cruising, crumbly pastries, cheese-geese-feast, chokeful with museums that overwhelm... And what really struck were the homeless and beggars on the streets....

Walking the walk with Him - Victorious living certainly isn't a constant high and even seems a far cry away sometimes. Fears and discouragement do creep in, yet overcome they eventually are too! Of late, Rev 22:12 has become a stark reminder that really should guide actions and goals. And inner struggles continue...

Tonight's message summarised: HOPE.

Hope in Him, hope in future, hope in present times for brighter days, hope that stirs, hope that sings, hope that cries, hope that cheers, hope that is unseen...

Simply hope.

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Seeing is believing


Homeless Irishman in Spitalfields


Mother and Child in Biafra


Bangladesh


Shell Shocked Soldier

Don McCullin (1953 to present), one of the greatest war photographers, and throughout the 1960's and 1970's he covered events of global importance for the Sunday Times Magazine including the Vietnam war.

From BBC interview in 2005: "I think it made me search myself. It's nothing to do with photography. We are, as human beings, obliged to search ourselves. Are we having the lives we want? Are we doing the right things we should be doing? Are we addressing certain questions that we must address in our lives?

"I felt deeply ashamed because I've always prided myself on being the man who cares, the man whose timing was right, the man who sought consent. I didn't do it that day. Everything was happening fast and I responded in the wrong way by taking that picture. I have that picture of that woman to this day."

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Eye é City

Came across this: Eye é City is the organizer of the annual flagship event, A Visual Account of the Last 24 Hours. Led by a team of dedicated volunteers, the society also organizes other fringe activities for the public including photography exhibitions, talks, and sharing sessions. The overarching vision of Eye é City is to raise awareness and concern for the society at large by becoming a communal platform to allow participants to share, interact and learn through activities like art, photography, journalism and heritage.

Some photos from the 2002 book:




And from the 2007 exhibition:

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

old times, good times, merry times



Army frens just never let you forget certain things...like how spouted rubbish, like seeing tornado on TV, after having too much to drink. And countless other memories- now we laugh, then we cussed.

Yet another bites the dust- oops, ties the knot. How many more to go?

p.s. my last post was the 888th one! Woo, I should strike 4D or something...

Sunday, June 07, 2009

How different is SG from FR?



Reading The Economist's take on the French economic model, I wonder how different the two states are.

Saturday, June 06, 2009

Arise...



Today:

- tried playing Glorious Redeemer on guitar- quite lacking in glory

- took an afternoon nap- v. rare

- finally visited Kangxi Emperor exhibition at ACM- if you were emperor for a day and ruled over 150M people across 9.6M sq km, what would you do?

- had dinner with parents at chinatown- recipe and taste of claypot rice hasn't changed over 20years. reminded by little signs that dad and mom are aging.

- "Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires" ~ Song of Solomon 2:7

Sunday, May 24, 2009

You will



Before sunrise, before sunset.

Over and over, possibility untried.

Wherefore art thou?

Now, no one in sight.


If there's any kind of magic in this world, it must be in the attempt of understanding someone, sharing something. I know, it's almost impossible to succeed, but…who cares, really? The answer must be in the attempt.

Friday, May 22, 2009

Brave invisible new world

Caught Visible Stories written by Chay Yew.

What a fantastical portrayal of the global village we live in- complex love, bit of sex, betrayal thrown in, dirty money we can't do without, cruelties of life, invariable self-interest and all.

Use of integrated computer effects made for comical scenes. I wonder if theater conservatives might accept it.

Overall, more than enjoyable.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

True



By Ryan Cabrera

I won't talk
I won't breathe
I won't move till you finally see
That you belong with me

You might think I don't look
But deep inside
In the corner of my mind
I'm attached to you
I'm weak
It's true
'Coz I'm afraid to know the answer
Do you want me too?
'Coz my heart keeps falling faster

I've waited all my life
To cross this line
To the only thing thats true
So I will not hide
It's time to try
Anything to be with you
All my life I've waited
This is true

You don't know what you do
Every time you walk into the room
I'm afraid to move
I'm weak
It's true
I'm just scared to know the ending
Do you see me too?
Do you even know you met me?

I've waited all my life to cross this line
To the only thing thats true
So I will not hide
Its time to try anything to be with you
All my life I've waited

This is true

I know when I go ill be on my way to you
The way that's true

I've waited all my life to cross this line
To the only thing thats true
So I will not hide
It's time to try anything to be with you
All my life I've waited

This is true

Monday, May 11, 2009

Remember

Like Logan, like Jimmy, you wait to unleash those claws within. The anger, the frustrations- seething and trembling! And it takes only a thought, a word to tear and burst the inner restraints that barely hold. Then the wounds that never really heal. Memories too painful, too dear to let go. Of happy times, intimate times, sad times, grievings... Sometimes you wish you never knew, never tried and tasted something so pure though doubt persists. You wonder if you ever lived. You wonder if it will ever be. That kindred soul, a song of old, familiar smells, laughs, sensations- perhaps yours yet not to keep. Perchance to slumber, perchance to dream. Let the wake of tomorrow bring a fresh new day.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Love Untold



In my mother's womb,
love unfolding, me untold.

Realisation! Sudden revelation!
A leap for joy, a heart full of glee!

A clutch of the tummy-
the mound that would be.

What joy! Oh joy! My joy!!

I can only imagine.
A vision in my mind's eye.

Me unfolding, love untold.

A life of giving, giving...
and giving some more.

In all the world, only mama's best.
So goes the childhood refrain.

Love unfolding, life untold.
A future awakens, eternity beckons.

Thank you Mommy!!

Thursday, May 07, 2009

We Fall Down



We Fall Down, by Chris Tomlin

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

Tuesday, May 05, 2009

Tech Gifts for Mom



Fyi, my mom barely speaks english and can't even master her handphone. So...nah...

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Half a woman, many times a giant






Lost legs since two years old, her mother taken by cancer, having to take care of a brother who's mentally challenged and a father affected by dementia and later claimed by leukemia, striving through two pregancies to bear a son and daughter...

I caught Rosemarie Siggins on documentary and was struck by how positive and strong she is.

In 8th grade, she chose not to wear fake legs but instead got around on a skateboard. Has a passion cars, knows how to repair and maintain them, even got a Mustang customised for herself. Then learning to skate when her son wanted to learn ice hockey.

What else can I say? She's amazing and she puts many to shame. In her words, "Life doesn't owe you a living... You deal with it."

Read Rose's story here.

Monday, April 20, 2009

Do this hamstring stretch



NOT this:



Courtesy of Runner's World.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Talent Unleashed


Click to view Youtube video


Absolutely amaaazing!!

I Dreamed A Dream
...I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted...

Friday, April 17, 2009

Seeing

There she was.
Spied from far.
Talk speak...
Quick, say anything!

Turning, going,
hands in pocket.
Perhaps we'll meet.
No regrets.

Like a musician in Berlin,
life plods on.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Snapping in US







You can view the remaining pics here.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Love Remembered



Read Gunnar Ardelius' debut novel on the giddying, consuming passions of first love, which seems to border on codependency. But it echoes- minus the mild psychosis that affects the male protagonist.

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

The beauty without

Today I went out without my camera and I saw the beauty without.

I saw the beauty of trees, bare yet lined with raindrops hanging off its branches, glistening in the after-shower sun.

I saw flower buds out already on the trees, eager to reveal their full spring glory.

I saw the beauty of the sun, yawning through the gloom, reflecting over the Hudson river.

Of the eagle that landed to perch.

Of peace in the land.

Truly, seasons after seasons, this beauty unfolds.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Seek freedom, Find future

Chatted with taxi driver en route back from Epcot center. Turns out he's 64yo, looking forward to retirement. Lived 32 years in US, was born in Haiti. Used to be a truck driver. Has 2 sons & 3 daughters, of which 2 serve in the military. Only 1 son lives with him, the others are all over America.

What impressed me was when he blurted, I got saved since 1971. Then I told me about my Ah Kong, 92yo, saved for 20years now?

Cultural differences aside, both stories are similar. Came from foreign land, seeking a better life. Went through hardship to bring up his children.

Gotta take my hat off to them!

Thursday, March 26, 2009

you the potter





The precious sons of Zion,
Valuable as fine gold,
How they are regarded as clay pots,
The work of the hands of the potter!
~Lamentations 4:2