I speak not from the point of a feminist, nor care if you call me conservative. There is no political agenda, just some of my thoughts on the myriad of issues and movies that came up recently.
We’ve heard it before, sex sells. no doubt, it’s all about sex. Sex makes people sit up, sex is used in commercials, sex is used in movies, sex is used in art, sex is used to spark controversies. Sex makes money, sex brings fame, sex rules. period. Truth is, sex is but used.
We’ve come a long way from the time when speaking about sex is taboo. But we have swung right to the other end when sex is no more but a tool for manipulation. It’s tragic. Those people claim liberation from conservatism, claim honesty to speak of what goes on behind the bedroom doors, claim boldness to flaunt what they have, claim equality for the minority, claim freedom in expression,. Truth is, they are but claiming their three seconds of frantic fame.
When a director insists on using in-your-face sex scenes to portray the intensity of the characters to stay true to the story. When actors hide behind the excuse “I will strip for the script”, “I trust the director”, etc. When audiences appreciate sex scenes calling it an appreciation of art and slam the censors for “killing off art”.
What if someone asked the director how much he loved his wife on his anniversary- would he make love with her for all to see under the public eye? Surely he can be more creative as a director to use other artistic expressions to portray the innuendos of his leading man & lady? Take away the gamble of commercial contracts, press coverage, moolah, limelight or self-gratification, would the actor make a documentary for sex education in school? How about getting an audience for your personal night activities in your bed- you’re doing the artistic scene a great service for enabling more people to appreciate art.
I have long accepted the fact that sex sells. Our depraved generation lives on graphic gratification of our senses. Its tragic- but it’s one of the truths of this fallen world. Just don tell me that its artistic, don hide behind flowery justifications, don elevate yourself and claim to be “sacrificing for the story”. Worse still, don be grossly mistaken that you’re beautifying sex- by laying its beauty and intensity for all to see. Truth is when sex becomes a tool for manipulation and self-gratification, the beauty of sex is murdered.
I am sex. I was created to be perfect. I was designed to make two become one. He gives me as a gift to those in love and vowed to give their lives to each other. I thrive and grow best when the two are deeply in love. When she is inside him, and he thinks of nothing but bringing her pleasure, I soar. I help them to experience a fraction of how intimate one can be with another. Finally, they might understand a little the tension and passion that have long existed in my Creator for them. I am an exclusive gift, but I am slowly dying away. Many have murdered and killed me. I have been raped, abused, placed on public displays. I can feel that I am slowly slipping away. From the faithful wife, I have been made out to be the wanton prostitute. When love is replace for lust, I have been stripped of my created perfection.
p/s: i am not against any particular movie. A good story well told is always a sweet indulgence. But i beg for creativity in telling a story- how artistic is one truly being when you just throw a truck into your face?
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
One year today!
365 days ago, he was sitting opposite me eating the fish porridge I had prepared for a sick boy. It was Tuesday. He told me on Sunday- the day mum left Beijing, that he needed to talk to me. After some days of fearlessly showing my parents around on his own last week, and trying to communicate with them with his broken Chinese, I was wondering if that might be it.
And of course I wasn’t all that dumb, after all JC years have taught me well- “guys simply don do things without a reason”, especially when they were exceptionally nice. So I had been thinking and praying about things for as long as it lasted- even though his signals were so confusing at his best.
Being able to spot me without fail every Sunday to sit near me despite his many commitments, but turning his back to ride home when he had the chance to walk me home. Trying so hard to organize group outings, but not keeping me company on my grocery trip when we bumped into each other in midst of Sunday’s Beijing shopping crowd at Carrefour.
All confusion aside, there were lots of godly American girls in church and many many Asian girls who were vying for his attention- and I was more than happy to let them have his. It was easy for me to brush any possibilities aside. My puny brain could not entertain so much confusion, nor was it keen to take on competition at all. We’re just friends- that is all there is. But yet the insane number of emails started to mean something along the way, his sms’s left her smiling to herself and the many casual conversations they had caused her to wonder if he was for real.
So this paranoid girl had been praying- and her very first prayer about him (specifically) went like this, “Father, I don really like him at this point that way, but I really really do like him as a friend. So if this is gonna go anywhere, You have my heart. make it fall in love with him.” And I guess He did.
On the day when his stomach was topsy turvy (likely to be psychological), and during a conversation about microwaves and ovens, he asked for a chance to pursue her. She darted her eyes all around the room, rambled on about this and that, recited her thoughts on the matter, and said a very confusing “yes”.
Some were skeptical of us making it through the distance and time apart, but here we are one year down the road, and she has said a even more significant “yes” 2 months ago. Some had asked her if it was too hasty; and she wonders still at times if “he’s the right one”. But every time, the answers return the same.
He had been with me right from the start on this, He was the one who made my heart fall for Arthur. And as clearly as I see his flaws and being one who was far from perfect- I see also clearly how we are perfect for each other. And when you meet the one you know He has meant for you to carry on the journey with, you cannot wait for the best possible mode of travel to start. This journey started with faith and every single day He had given is grace- may His love keep us till the end. Soli Deo Gloria.
And of course I wasn’t all that dumb, after all JC years have taught me well- “guys simply don do things without a reason”, especially when they were exceptionally nice. So I had been thinking and praying about things for as long as it lasted- even though his signals were so confusing at his best.
Being able to spot me without fail every Sunday to sit near me despite his many commitments, but turning his back to ride home when he had the chance to walk me home. Trying so hard to organize group outings, but not keeping me company on my grocery trip when we bumped into each other in midst of Sunday’s Beijing shopping crowd at Carrefour.
All confusion aside, there were lots of godly American girls in church and many many Asian girls who were vying for his attention- and I was more than happy to let them have his. It was easy for me to brush any possibilities aside. My puny brain could not entertain so much confusion, nor was it keen to take on competition at all. We’re just friends- that is all there is. But yet the insane number of emails started to mean something along the way, his sms’s left her smiling to herself and the many casual conversations they had caused her to wonder if he was for real.
So this paranoid girl had been praying- and her very first prayer about him (specifically) went like this, “Father, I don really like him at this point that way, but I really really do like him as a friend. So if this is gonna go anywhere, You have my heart. make it fall in love with him.” And I guess He did.
On the day when his stomach was topsy turvy (likely to be psychological), and during a conversation about microwaves and ovens, he asked for a chance to pursue her. She darted her eyes all around the room, rambled on about this and that, recited her thoughts on the matter, and said a very confusing “yes”.
Some were skeptical of us making it through the distance and time apart, but here we are one year down the road, and she has said a even more significant “yes” 2 months ago. Some had asked her if it was too hasty; and she wonders still at times if “he’s the right one”. But every time, the answers return the same.
He had been with me right from the start on this, He was the one who made my heart fall for Arthur. And as clearly as I see his flaws and being one who was far from perfect- I see also clearly how we are perfect for each other. And when you meet the one you know He has meant for you to carry on the journey with, you cannot wait for the best possible mode of travel to start. This journey started with faith and every single day He had given is grace- may His love keep us till the end. Soli Deo Gloria.
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
an inconvenient truth
sat through Al Gore’s lecture on global warming the other night with my sister and Xun. it’s a pretty good & sincere production, comprehensively informative & persuasive – leaving no stones unturned on trying to convince the audience of the disastrous effects of global warming; albeit one “cheesy” reason of him pursuing this cause because he nearly lost his son.
there were not just breath-taking scenes of glaciers splitting into two, alarming projections of the cities that would be drowned if Greenland & the Artic were to melt; there were also quite a number of memorable quotes that left her with mind with much to chew on. even the title…
The documentary started with the premise that people choose to be blind to the effects of global warming because “the moral imperative to make big changes is inescapable” – hence (I believe) the title “an inconvenient truth”.
I like Gore’s association between the truth and a moral imperative. Honestly the problem with mankind today, is the unbelievable ability to divorce truth and moral action. If everyone acted on the truths that stared so starkly in our faces, maybe we will not have slavery, or oppression, or discrimination, or people dying of obesity in one corner of the earth and malnutrition on the other, or global warming at least. If only people saw the need to act, and not remove the self when confronted with inconvenient truths. If only they would say “I need to and can do something…”
paradoxically, it is precisely the clear understanding of the moral imperative of Christianity that causes people to reject Jesus. When inconvenienced with the truth that I am not a good person but a sinner and have to bear God’s wrath. That me a sinner cannot save myself, but have to depend on Another to die for my sake. And I have to believe in Him to be saved. “I know where this is going, but I don’t want to believe…”
I like another quote toward the end of the show.
“it is difficult to get a man to understand something when his salary depends upon him not understanding it” Upton Sinclair
Truths are inconvenient- if they aren’t they won’t be truths. So the question is, if something is true, will you act on it? Does the truth matter to you?
perhaps my little bit for global warming for now, check out http://www.climatecrisis.net/ or watch the film.
there were not just breath-taking scenes of glaciers splitting into two, alarming projections of the cities that would be drowned if Greenland & the Artic were to melt; there were also quite a number of memorable quotes that left her with mind with much to chew on. even the title…
The documentary started with the premise that people choose to be blind to the effects of global warming because “the moral imperative to make big changes is inescapable” – hence (I believe) the title “an inconvenient truth”.
I like Gore’s association between the truth and a moral imperative. Honestly the problem with mankind today, is the unbelievable ability to divorce truth and moral action. If everyone acted on the truths that stared so starkly in our faces, maybe we will not have slavery, or oppression, or discrimination, or people dying of obesity in one corner of the earth and malnutrition on the other, or global warming at least. If only people saw the need to act, and not remove the self when confronted with inconvenient truths. If only they would say “I need to and can do something…”
paradoxically, it is precisely the clear understanding of the moral imperative of Christianity that causes people to reject Jesus. When inconvenienced with the truth that I am not a good person but a sinner and have to bear God’s wrath. That me a sinner cannot save myself, but have to depend on Another to die for my sake. And I have to believe in Him to be saved. “I know where this is going, but I don’t want to believe…”
I like another quote toward the end of the show.
“it is difficult to get a man to understand something when his salary depends upon him not understanding it” Upton Sinclair
Truths are inconvenient- if they aren’t they won’t be truths. So the question is, if something is true, will you act on it? Does the truth matter to you?
perhaps my little bit for global warming for now, check out http://www.climatecrisis.net/ or watch the film.
Friday, October 05, 2007
26 today!
Twenty six years ago, He formed me from the miry clay… breathed life into me and took me out of my mother’s womb (thanks for carrying me for 9 months mummy)… fed me from my father’s hands (thanks for all your toil and sweat daddy, it’s tough I know)… gave me my preciousiest little moo moo (mmaaaaaaaa muacks) … brought so many dear ones into my life who are willing to be called my friends (to you be my little little thanks, wish there was more I can do & be for you)… had me find the one whose rib i’m made out of (*blink blink*)… gave Himself to give me life (I can never understand why)…
and all the many gifts He’s given to me, lessons He took me through, the falling leaves & car park lots, all that He has done for me…
and all the many gifts He’s given to me, lessons He took me through, the falling leaves & car park lots, all that He has done for me…
To God be the glory… :)
Movie minute
My newest hobby- watching videos from Video Ezy… Weifeng just told me that it’s really expensive- but ah well I made an investment with them some time ago already, so till that runs out, I’m gonna stick my head into the video shop every now and then to catch up on the movies I’ve missed..
So here’s just to sprawl a couple of contributions my new hobby has made recently (not a self-acclaimed movie critic like some, so don expect anything more than my random thoughts)–
Fast Food Nation
Manure in my burger patty, an angry cook’s spit in my food? Surprisingly, that didn’t make me gag too much. Perhaps it’ll make me lay off burgers for a while, but as Bruce Willis said in the show “we all gotta eat a little shit sometimes” (more true figuratively than literally…)
But what really chilled me in this movie though, is this one single scene. When Sylvia was sitting there crying because her husband Raul got his leg amputated when he accidentally fell into this chopping machine. So with her husband lying on the operation table, she could only wait helplessly outside. The company’s HR officer wasted no time in getting to her. Speaking though a translator, he introduced himself, expressed his regret at the company’s inability to compensate the poor Mexican couple because her husband was tested positive for drugs, and all too eager to “show her the positive test results” when poor Sylvia shook her head in disbelief.
It made me feel so so cold. Like an eagle sweeping to its helpless prey. Seeing someone crying so badly in front of you, all you do is to absolve the company’s responsibility in their circumstance. Not withstanding that it is the foreman who introduced the drugs to these workers, and how can one expect the Mexican with his poor English understand a single word of that “Safety first” video?
MNCs. Company policies. Unethical exploitation of workers. The disregard of another human's dignity in life. Luring them to the glitzy world and extinguishing their hopes like killing a fly. The world out there is turning into a mean machine, and treating people like they are bolts and nuts.
"White-washed tombs" (Jesus) cannot be more apt a description. Under the sophisticated packaging, it's just a heap of decay. Shame on you.
Babel
Artistic. It’s the details in the last few scenes that make you understand what you’ve been watching for the last 120 minutes or so. Very nice.
So here’s just to sprawl a couple of contributions my new hobby has made recently (not a self-acclaimed movie critic like some, so don expect anything more than my random thoughts)–
Fast Food Nation
Manure in my burger patty, an angry cook’s spit in my food? Surprisingly, that didn’t make me gag too much. Perhaps it’ll make me lay off burgers for a while, but as Bruce Willis said in the show “we all gotta eat a little shit sometimes” (more true figuratively than literally…)
But what really chilled me in this movie though, is this one single scene. When Sylvia was sitting there crying because her husband Raul got his leg amputated when he accidentally fell into this chopping machine. So with her husband lying on the operation table, she could only wait helplessly outside. The company’s HR officer wasted no time in getting to her. Speaking though a translator, he introduced himself, expressed his regret at the company’s inability to compensate the poor Mexican couple because her husband was tested positive for drugs, and all too eager to “show her the positive test results” when poor Sylvia shook her head in disbelief.
It made me feel so so cold. Like an eagle sweeping to its helpless prey. Seeing someone crying so badly in front of you, all you do is to absolve the company’s responsibility in their circumstance. Not withstanding that it is the foreman who introduced the drugs to these workers, and how can one expect the Mexican with his poor English understand a single word of that “Safety first” video?
MNCs. Company policies. Unethical exploitation of workers. The disregard of another human's dignity in life. Luring them to the glitzy world and extinguishing their hopes like killing a fly. The world out there is turning into a mean machine, and treating people like they are bolts and nuts.
"White-washed tombs" (Jesus) cannot be more apt a description. Under the sophisticated packaging, it's just a heap of decay. Shame on you.
Babel
Artistic. It’s the details in the last few scenes that make you understand what you’ve been watching for the last 120 minutes or so. Very nice.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
“Come be my Light”
Stolen and Inspired by Huixin’s blog on Mother Teresa.
Jesus has a very special love for you. But for me - The silence and the emptiness is so great-that I look and do not see, - Listen and do not hear- the tongue moves (in prayer) but does not speak...I want you to pray for me- that I let HIM have a free hand.''[Mother Teresa to the Rev.Michael Van Der Peet, September 1979]
''She is acutely aware of the discrepancy between her inner state and her public demeanor. ''The smile,'' she writes, is a mask'' or ''a cloak that covers everything.'' Similarly she wonders whether she is engaged in verbal deception. ''I spoke as if my very heart was in love with God - tender, personal love, '' she remarks to an advisor. ''If you were there, you would have said ''What hypocrisy''
'' The more I want of him- the less I am wanted,''...''Such deep longing for God- and repulsed-empty-no faith-no love-no zeal- [The saving of] souls hold no attraction-Heaven means nothing-pray for me please that I keep smiling at HIM in spite of everything.''
~ Startling for non-Christians perhaps, when they read of the doubts & struggles Mother Teresa had. But ask any honest Christian, and they’d tell you that these dark nights did not belong to Mother Teresa alone. It’s true. Even till today, I still say this prayer that I used to pray every day – “That if I had not known You till today, and I was mistaken of my faith. Let this then be the moment now that I confess and claim You as my Lord, Jesus.”
But one thing i'd add though is that for all the doubts i might have, i'd have the hope of them being answered when i see Him face to face one fine day. Not sure if the answers would matter at that time, but still He remains the only One who has promised to be there at the end- and take me as I am.
Jesus has a very special love for you. But for me - The silence and the emptiness is so great-that I look and do not see, - Listen and do not hear- the tongue moves (in prayer) but does not speak...I want you to pray for me- that I let HIM have a free hand.''[Mother Teresa to the Rev.Michael Van Der Peet, September 1979]
''She is acutely aware of the discrepancy between her inner state and her public demeanor. ''The smile,'' she writes, is a mask'' or ''a cloak that covers everything.'' Similarly she wonders whether she is engaged in verbal deception. ''I spoke as if my very heart was in love with God - tender, personal love, '' she remarks to an advisor. ''If you were there, you would have said ''What hypocrisy''
'' The more I want of him- the less I am wanted,''...''Such deep longing for God- and repulsed-empty-no faith-no love-no zeal- [The saving of] souls hold no attraction-Heaven means nothing-pray for me please that I keep smiling at HIM in spite of everything.''
~ Startling for non-Christians perhaps, when they read of the doubts & struggles Mother Teresa had. But ask any honest Christian, and they’d tell you that these dark nights did not belong to Mother Teresa alone. It’s true. Even till today, I still say this prayer that I used to pray every day – “That if I had not known You till today, and I was mistaken of my faith. Let this then be the moment now that I confess and claim You as my Lord, Jesus.”
But one thing i'd add though is that for all the doubts i might have, i'd have the hope of them being answered when i see Him face to face one fine day. Not sure if the answers would matter at that time, but still He remains the only One who has promised to be there at the end- and take me as I am.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Where do you look?
“You’re beautiful” could either turn your guts inside out or transform your journey in the train forever. Despising how men are always looking at the fairer gender and playing with images in their mind; or setting you up to long for that special “moment that will last to the end”.
But unless you’re James Blunt, people-looking aint exactly the favourite past-time on the public transport for many. Sans those who have a travel companion and are happily yakking, it’s been my quiet suspicion that people do not really know where to put their eyes when in the bus or train.
She was looking out of the window throughout the journey- perhaps observing life on the move, but likely to just be staring into space.
He played with his phone without lifting his eyes from it once- perhaps there were that many sms’s he had to send, or maybe his game did last well through the journey.
It might be a good use of time, but pretty sure he finds relief in being able to bury his head in the book/magazine/newspaper.
The program on Mobile TV might be really interesting, but even a repeat telecast will serve her well.
Some have bionic eyes to see right through people and objects, staring intently ahead with a very straight face.
And there are those who might be sleeping, but have so trained their biological clock to wake up just at the right stop.
All to prevent at all cost the awkward moment of having to meet the stranger in the eye.
It’s not that I have not done any of the above- in fact I’ve tried all of the above on different occassions.
But I remember how it made my day to have a smile returned to me. A strange nostalgia warming up inside, to contemplate having had a brief moment in another’s life by sharing a short bus-ride conversation.
Don’t be afraid to look at a stranger in the eye and give a smile.
When your eyes meet another’s on the bus, do not be too quick to fleet it away. Smile. Some may not return it, some may give a bewildered look, some may take an ego trip on it. But when someone returns it, you know you’ll do it again.
But unless you’re James Blunt, people-looking aint exactly the favourite past-time on the public transport for many. Sans those who have a travel companion and are happily yakking, it’s been my quiet suspicion that people do not really know where to put their eyes when in the bus or train.
She was looking out of the window throughout the journey- perhaps observing life on the move, but likely to just be staring into space.
He played with his phone without lifting his eyes from it once- perhaps there were that many sms’s he had to send, or maybe his game did last well through the journey.
It might be a good use of time, but pretty sure he finds relief in being able to bury his head in the book/magazine/newspaper.
The program on Mobile TV might be really interesting, but even a repeat telecast will serve her well.
Some have bionic eyes to see right through people and objects, staring intently ahead with a very straight face.
And there are those who might be sleeping, but have so trained their biological clock to wake up just at the right stop.
All to prevent at all cost the awkward moment of having to meet the stranger in the eye.
It’s not that I have not done any of the above- in fact I’ve tried all of the above on different occassions.
But I remember how it made my day to have a smile returned to me. A strange nostalgia warming up inside, to contemplate having had a brief moment in another’s life by sharing a short bus-ride conversation.
Don’t be afraid to look at a stranger in the eye and give a smile.
When your eyes meet another’s on the bus, do not be too quick to fleet it away. Smile. Some may not return it, some may give a bewildered look, some may take an ego trip on it. But when someone returns it, you know you’ll do it again.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Friday night prayer meeting
it was an ordinary prayer meeting last Friday night. the speaker was talking about “being called” and “active choice” – almost in the same line as predestination and free will. nothing too new or strong, but the reminder was there alright. and the Friday evening was almost gonna end in the most ordinary way. almost.
just as the speaker was about to end his sermon with applications, I saw dad taking out a pen from his pocket. folding the bulletin into half, almost set to scribble down something. hopeful xiu was wishing dad was gonna take down notes, skeptical xiu half wondered what dad had been playing with and figured out in his mind during the last 30 min.
“Point 1 – to let God be first. Point 2 – to wait on Him. Point 3 - …” A warm sensation welled up inside of me. daddy was taking notes, he was listening intently to the preacher, he was taking notes. perhaps its just a very ordinary action by an ordinary man, but it was so extra-ordinary to me. it was so special. tears welled up in my eyes as the memories came flooding in.
from the early days when dad would fidget about during the service, fall asleep during the sermon, and the only response he gave when I asked him how the service went was “the pews were so hard, they should make it more comfortable”. to this moment when he is taking down notes of his own accord, it just meant so so much.
from a man who went through so much in life- good times and bad, weathered a storm that could have altered his course forever, a businessman who was self-absorbed and believed he was a master of his faith, a father who has lovingly tried to be the best he can be but still bringing pain unwittingly… to a man seated humbly at the feet of the Most High and taking down what He’s saying to Him.
a man who has seemed to have started life anew by being a child again. a man who seemed to have learnt the meaning of life by being a willing student of His Word. a man who seemed to have finally found wisdom by being found. I am almost sure the angels were joyful that night, and I am almost sure the Father’s heart was warm from hugging the prodigal son in His arms.
I hope and pray that daddy has indeed been found. but even more keenly, I am aware that He has found me that night too. Breaking me by a most ordinary action.
He asked me, “Remember the first experience you were this attentive to me? Remember how you used to love me, keen to find my will and obey? Remember how eager you were to listen?”
let me be just like a child again. to believe that You can change me, to believe that You want to change the world through me, to believe and simply believe in what You say and to just obey. Please Father, please let me be that child again.
and for daddy and mummy whom i witness changing slowly, from the very little things they do... let me be part of the environment that helps them thrive and grow :)
just as the speaker was about to end his sermon with applications, I saw dad taking out a pen from his pocket. folding the bulletin into half, almost set to scribble down something. hopeful xiu was wishing dad was gonna take down notes, skeptical xiu half wondered what dad had been playing with and figured out in his mind during the last 30 min.
“Point 1 – to let God be first. Point 2 – to wait on Him. Point 3 - …” A warm sensation welled up inside of me. daddy was taking notes, he was listening intently to the preacher, he was taking notes. perhaps its just a very ordinary action by an ordinary man, but it was so extra-ordinary to me. it was so special. tears welled up in my eyes as the memories came flooding in.
from the early days when dad would fidget about during the service, fall asleep during the sermon, and the only response he gave when I asked him how the service went was “the pews were so hard, they should make it more comfortable”. to this moment when he is taking down notes of his own accord, it just meant so so much.
from a man who went through so much in life- good times and bad, weathered a storm that could have altered his course forever, a businessman who was self-absorbed and believed he was a master of his faith, a father who has lovingly tried to be the best he can be but still bringing pain unwittingly… to a man seated humbly at the feet of the Most High and taking down what He’s saying to Him.
a man who has seemed to have started life anew by being a child again. a man who seemed to have learnt the meaning of life by being a willing student of His Word. a man who seemed to have finally found wisdom by being found. I am almost sure the angels were joyful that night, and I am almost sure the Father’s heart was warm from hugging the prodigal son in His arms.
I hope and pray that daddy has indeed been found. but even more keenly, I am aware that He has found me that night too. Breaking me by a most ordinary action.
He asked me, “Remember the first experience you were this attentive to me? Remember how you used to love me, keen to find my will and obey? Remember how eager you were to listen?”
let me be just like a child again. to believe that You can change me, to believe that You want to change the world through me, to believe and simply believe in what You say and to just obey. Please Father, please let me be that child again.
and for daddy and mummy whom i witness changing slowly, from the very little things they do... let me be part of the environment that helps them thrive and grow :)
Monday, September 10, 2007
Happy Birthday Superman!!!
remember that you told Arthur the other day, “I love this girl very much. I don’t know why, she gives me lots and lots of trouble, but somehow she touches my heart in a special way.” do you know that you made me cry…
not just out of gratefulness for your love to me, but even more so you showed and affirmed me of my Father’s heart for me. I know I am one big pain, and am no less a trouble-maker, but both you and He chose to love me. more than aware that I’m totally unworthy, completely useless to you and can only be dependent – and you allow me to, just like Him. Thank you for your love, thank you for being Christ and showing Him to me.
remember how many times I fail to book the room, not meet you for lunch or dinner, can only manage a fleeting “hi, bye” every time I bump into you.
so sorry that I did not pay enough attention to you- not knowing when you have sprained your leg, being oblivious to what’s happening in your life, failing to be the daughter-in-Christ to care for you. so so so sorry Superman- don give up on me okie. Thank you for your grace and your big heartedness.
I am humbled by your service to Him and your heart for the church. I praise Him for His work in your life. Just want you to know that He has blessed the church richly by all that you have given. and I pray that with the many years He will come to bring you through; you will know the joy of loving and knowing Him deeper, more and more. praying His best blessings for you and your family.
Happy Birthday!!
not just out of gratefulness for your love to me, but even more so you showed and affirmed me of my Father’s heart for me. I know I am one big pain, and am no less a trouble-maker, but both you and He chose to love me. more than aware that I’m totally unworthy, completely useless to you and can only be dependent – and you allow me to, just like Him. Thank you for your love, thank you for being Christ and showing Him to me.
remember how many times I fail to book the room, not meet you for lunch or dinner, can only manage a fleeting “hi, bye” every time I bump into you.
so sorry that I did not pay enough attention to you- not knowing when you have sprained your leg, being oblivious to what’s happening in your life, failing to be the daughter-in-Christ to care for you. so so so sorry Superman- don give up on me okie. Thank you for your grace and your big heartedness.
I am humbled by your service to Him and your heart for the church. I praise Him for His work in your life. Just want you to know that He has blessed the church richly by all that you have given. and I pray that with the many years He will come to bring you through; you will know the joy of loving and knowing Him deeper, more and more. praying His best blessings for you and your family.
Happy Birthday!!
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Hundred years
Love to see him banging on the black and white keys. love the concept of the video, love five for fighting.
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anyhow, as one who is used to being dismissed by the people around her, might just want to make this one point really really if you know not by now:
that i am no goody-two-shoes with a halo round my head. i'm just a really emotional confused being who loves being sweet sugar, spicy chilli, bitter gourd, mad chicken, prickly porcupine, bookish worm, pseudo diva, cinderella, air-head, smart-y, bouncy yo-yo, ...
at different times, or sometimes all at the same time. but figured if i had a hundred years to live, there's enough time to be them all...
and honestly, she has a self-destructive self-awareness, that might perhaps once again be dismissed by some who doesnt think she knows herself.. ah well.. He knows me- and loves me for who i am, that's all that matters :) i mean God.
we all learn new things about each other and ourselves every day. incoherent rants. that's the point.
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anyhow, as one who is used to being dismissed by the people around her, might just want to make this one point really really if you know not by now:
that i am no goody-two-shoes with a halo round my head. i'm just a really emotional confused being who loves being sweet sugar, spicy chilli, bitter gourd, mad chicken, prickly porcupine, bookish worm, pseudo diva, cinderella, air-head, smart-y, bouncy yo-yo, ...
at different times, or sometimes all at the same time. but figured if i had a hundred years to live, there's enough time to be them all...
and honestly, she has a self-destructive self-awareness, that might perhaps once again be dismissed by some who doesnt think she knows herself.. ah well.. He knows me- and loves me for who i am, that's all that matters :) i mean God.
we all learn new things about each other and ourselves every day. incoherent rants. that's the point.
Saturday, September 01, 2007
Five for Fighting
Did you know?
Five for Fighting is the stage name of American singer-songwriter John Ondrasik. He adopted the name "Five for Fighting," which is an expression in ice hockey when a player receives a five-minute penalty for fighting. This name was used for recognition purposes; that is, Ondrasik thought "Five for Fighting" would be more memorable than his real name.
This song aint the newest i know, but i guess when i read the lyrics the other day, a couple of lines really resounded inside... Enjoy... :)
I’m not that naive
I’m just out to find
The better part of me
I’m more than a bird...i’m more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It’s not easy to be me
Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home
I’ll never see
It may sound absurd...but don’t be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed...but won’t you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream
It’s not easy to be me
Up, up and away...away from me
It’s all right...you can all sleep sound tonight
I’m not crazy...or anything...
I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
Men weren’t meant to ride
With clouds between their knees
I’m only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
Inside of me Inside me
Yeah, inside me Inside of me
I’m only a man In a funny red sheet
I’m only a man Looking for a dream
I’m only a man In a funny red sheet
And it’s not easy, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm...
Its not easy to be me
Five for Fighting is the stage name of American singer-songwriter John Ondrasik. He adopted the name "Five for Fighting," which is an expression in ice hockey when a player receives a five-minute penalty for fighting. This name was used for recognition purposes; that is, Ondrasik thought "Five for Fighting" would be more memorable than his real name.
This song aint the newest i know, but i guess when i read the lyrics the other day, a couple of lines really resounded inside... Enjoy... :)
Title: Five For Fighting - Superman lyrics
I can’t stand to flyI’m not that naive
I’m just out to find
The better part of me
I’m more than a bird...i’m more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It’s not easy to be me
Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home
I’ll never see
It may sound absurd...but don’t be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed...but won’t you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream
It’s not easy to be me
Up, up and away...away from me
It’s all right...you can all sleep sound tonight
I’m not crazy...or anything...
I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
Men weren’t meant to ride
With clouds between their knees
I’m only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
Inside of me Inside me
Yeah, inside me Inside of me
I’m only a man In a funny red sheet
I’m only a man Looking for a dream
I’m only a man In a funny red sheet
And it’s not easy, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm...
Its not easy to be me
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Weekend Ramblings
Welcome baby Miguel to this beautiful world!! Praying that He who made you will bring Him glory through your existence. So small and yet bringing so much hope to life. *muacks*
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Hair spray is awesome!!! Go watch if you just want 2 hours of fun being an air head. Legally blonde and loving it. *world peace*
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No one’s gonna control my day. Wateva people may say or think or do, let me enjoy it fully to my Father’s glory.* W-W-W*
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To redeem yourself from being self-righteous is to admit that you are. *kinda like the humble-humility paradox huh*
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Boston Legal is back!!! yay.. 11 pm on Wednesday evenings on 5. *Yes, they paid me a commission.*
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“Let’s waste time chasing cars around our heads… Forget what we’re told before we get too old, Show me a garden that’s bursting into life” ~ Chasing cars by Snow Patrol rocks!!!
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Hair spray is awesome!!! Go watch if you just want 2 hours of fun being an air head. Legally blonde and loving it. *world peace*
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No one’s gonna control my day. Wateva people may say or think or do, let me enjoy it fully to my Father’s glory.* W-W-W*
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To redeem yourself from being self-righteous is to admit that you are. *kinda like the humble-humility paradox huh*
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Boston Legal is back!!! yay.. 11 pm on Wednesday evenings on 5. *Yes, they paid me a commission.*
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“Let’s waste time chasing cars around our heads… Forget what we’re told before we get too old, Show me a garden that’s bursting into life” ~ Chasing cars by Snow Patrol rocks!!!
Friday, August 24, 2007
colleagues from hell
if you have to come in during the weekend to work, then please just come in- without making such a racket so that the whole world will know.
if you have a problem with me going home at 6pm, then leave too. don ask me everyday if I am leaving at 6 again. you should know the answer :p well if you were in my shoes, think if you would stay back. where were you when I stayed back till 12 am each night by myself. i would stay if i need to la.
if you think that I am doing nothing at my desk, go tell my boss. just because I don whine about things I am doing, and I have do slightly less things to do right now, and my counterpart may not be doing much- does not mean that I do nothing, and I don help others ok.
stop calling me “super-sub” for goodness sake. the last time I helped you- its not my job, how can you expect me to help you do your job all the time?! I am no longer part of your team. get that straight into your head, and I have a name.
I am gonna insist sticking my butt here – even if it pricks you. biting the hand that once fed you, ingrate.
if you have a problem with me going home at 6pm, then leave too. don ask me everyday if I am leaving at 6 again. you should know the answer :p well if you were in my shoes, think if you would stay back. where were you when I stayed back till 12 am each night by myself. i would stay if i need to la.
if you think that I am doing nothing at my desk, go tell my boss. just because I don whine about things I am doing, and I have do slightly less things to do right now, and my counterpart may not be doing much- does not mean that I do nothing, and I don help others ok.
stop calling me “super-sub” for goodness sake. the last time I helped you- its not my job, how can you expect me to help you do your job all the time?! I am no longer part of your team. get that straight into your head, and I have a name.
I am gonna insist sticking my butt here – even if it pricks you. biting the hand that once fed you, ingrate.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Casting the first stone…
“Should the holiness (and excellence) of the ministry be compromised by grace?”
“Should a struggling leader be removed from leadership?”
“Should a group be disbanded for the lack of a perfect leader?”
It’s interesting how these questions have come my way again- going a full circle. My answers would have been easily black and white, and measures drastic were I much younger. But looking back at the years, my heart just swells as I revisit these questions again.
Not because I have better answers now – in fact my answers are much less satisfying theoretically speaking. But it just seems that as I grow older and older, I recognize more and more I am too young, too small, too inexperienced to take on these questions. And as He shakes my world to seem grey, He has shown me how the colors are settling to their perfect tone behind the grey scales, and blinded me with the magnificence of His artistry when the bleak blanket is finally lifted.
I have not traded passion for inaction, nor compromise absolutes, do not be mistaken. But during this season, as I think about the small group ministry, the different journeys our leaders have taken, and studying about God and his kings in DM- I have only one desire.
I yearn no more than to walk closely with Him, to feel His heart beat, to see what my Father sees when He looks upon my struggling brother, the faltering ministry, the scattered sheep. I yearn to serve Him faithfully, to re-establish His kingdom in the hearts of man, to have others know and experience His love deeply. I yearn to expose all my weaknesses that His strength be made perfect, through my failings show His will is pleasing and perfect.
I still hold fast to my theological convictions, and desire excellence for my Father’s work. But when each and every man is but still a work-in-progress, and our eyes far too short-sighted to see what the future He holds for the fellow pilgrim- who am I to cast a stone? Shall I judge the extent of the sin that can be seen, what about the adulterous heart and mind that escapes the eyes of man?
Pardon me when I seem to move to slowly or do too little, do not give up challenging me either, but please do pray for me- that I shall remain in Him and do only the things He wants me to do in His own time.
Let the love that both accept and discipline, wait and pursue, protect and refine, trust and hope be lived out in our midst. Let His holiness and grace be shown, restoration be given to the repentant one, and the flock having a shepherd given by the Lord. Let His kingdom come and will be done in you and in me.
“Should a struggling leader be removed from leadership?”
“Should a group be disbanded for the lack of a perfect leader?”
It’s interesting how these questions have come my way again- going a full circle. My answers would have been easily black and white, and measures drastic were I much younger. But looking back at the years, my heart just swells as I revisit these questions again.
Not because I have better answers now – in fact my answers are much less satisfying theoretically speaking. But it just seems that as I grow older and older, I recognize more and more I am too young, too small, too inexperienced to take on these questions. And as He shakes my world to seem grey, He has shown me how the colors are settling to their perfect tone behind the grey scales, and blinded me with the magnificence of His artistry when the bleak blanket is finally lifted.
I have not traded passion for inaction, nor compromise absolutes, do not be mistaken. But during this season, as I think about the small group ministry, the different journeys our leaders have taken, and studying about God and his kings in DM- I have only one desire.
I yearn no more than to walk closely with Him, to feel His heart beat, to see what my Father sees when He looks upon my struggling brother, the faltering ministry, the scattered sheep. I yearn to serve Him faithfully, to re-establish His kingdom in the hearts of man, to have others know and experience His love deeply. I yearn to expose all my weaknesses that His strength be made perfect, through my failings show His will is pleasing and perfect.
I still hold fast to my theological convictions, and desire excellence for my Father’s work. But when each and every man is but still a work-in-progress, and our eyes far too short-sighted to see what the future He holds for the fellow pilgrim- who am I to cast a stone? Shall I judge the extent of the sin that can be seen, what about the adulterous heart and mind that escapes the eyes of man?
Pardon me when I seem to move to slowly or do too little, do not give up challenging me either, but please do pray for me- that I shall remain in Him and do only the things He wants me to do in His own time.
Let the love that both accept and discipline, wait and pursue, protect and refine, trust and hope be lived out in our midst. Let His holiness and grace be shown, restoration be given to the repentant one, and the flock having a shepherd given by the Lord. Let His kingdom come and will be done in you and in me.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
J.K.R (II)
JKR (I) - Joanne "Jo" Rowling, widely known as the English writer and author of the Harry Potter series. BUT, this acronym will now have a special meaning known narrowly by the chosen few...
JKR (II) - Jo (to-be) Kok's gRowlings. and so shall my pen-name be... wahahahaha... if you are JKR(I)'s fan, don let me bear your wrath- i am a newly converted Harry Potter stalker too!
As a self-confessed anti-blockbuster, counter-culture movie go-er who has avoided watching mainstream movies like Lord of the Rings, MI series, Doomsday series, Harry Potter, etc etc etc... she is on the way of repenting.. *faintz*
it's not like i have anything against these movies but somehow i just decided that i am not losing out much should i fail to watch any of these crowd-pleasers, since my weak heart cannot take too much action nor suspense; and most plots are the same anyway... so over time, i just have not caught any of these movies. and thanks to mr kok who was in town recently, i shattered my record and went into the theatres with him for "The Order of the Phoenix". And the rest history. She's definitely gonna go back in time to catch up on all that she has missed.
The girl who used to feed on cookies made by Moonface and wishing Willy Wonka was for real, who would imagine fairies amongst the flowers and being friends with pixies to fight nasty goblins under the bridge, who secretly wished she was a princess of an unknown kingdom and can wield her sword riding on her white horse, was awoken.
Days of riding the broom when doing classroom duty were reflected with jealousy as she witness those at Hogwarts take flight on their broomsticks; Miss Monika Toh & Molly Leong now seemed benevolent compared to Dolores Umbridge; and the copper sulphate solution- chemistry was as close as she got to mixing potions...
Oooo.. too much too much... Anyway, JKR (II) is gonna be at work coz she knows of the world she can make her childhood fantasies come alive. Wait and see. She's hungry for some magic, hear her gRowl...
JKR (II) - Jo (to-be) Kok's gRowlings. and so shall my pen-name be... wahahahaha... if you are JKR(I)'s fan, don let me bear your wrath- i am a newly converted Harry Potter stalker too!
As a self-confessed anti-blockbuster, counter-culture movie go-er who has avoided watching mainstream movies like Lord of the Rings, MI series, Doomsday series, Harry Potter, etc etc etc... she is on the way of repenting.. *faintz*
it's not like i have anything against these movies but somehow i just decided that i am not losing out much should i fail to watch any of these crowd-pleasers, since my weak heart cannot take too much action nor suspense; and most plots are the same anyway... so over time, i just have not caught any of these movies. and thanks to mr kok who was in town recently, i shattered my record and went into the theatres with him for "The Order of the Phoenix". And the rest history. She's definitely gonna go back in time to catch up on all that she has missed.
The girl who used to feed on cookies made by Moonface and wishing Willy Wonka was for real, who would imagine fairies amongst the flowers and being friends with pixies to fight nasty goblins under the bridge, who secretly wished she was a princess of an unknown kingdom and can wield her sword riding on her white horse, was awoken.
Days of riding the broom when doing classroom duty were reflected with jealousy as she witness those at Hogwarts take flight on their broomsticks; Miss Monika Toh & Molly Leong now seemed benevolent compared to Dolores Umbridge; and the copper sulphate solution- chemistry was as close as she got to mixing potions...
Oooo.. too much too much... Anyway, JKR (II) is gonna be at work coz she knows of the world she can make her childhood fantasies come alive. Wait and see. She's hungry for some magic, hear her gRowl...
Monday, August 06, 2007
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
1 Aug 2007, Wed
And so it happened, yesterday… My ring finger has found its owner and I guess both my finger and I ain’t the same as before :p
*my side of the story on hindsight, LONG, be warned*
Arthur was supposed to come on Friday, so I was led to believe. There I was, working hard to finish my lot of work for the week. It was tough yesterday- feeling feverish, having a cold and a deadline. To top it all up, my boyfriend had his phone “power off” and no one picked up the phone when I called his home. No one to whine to :(
*I was NOT gullible to NOT suspect anything ok… I spoke to him last night. This morning he used Skype to call my office- told me he was tired, so he slept in and want to spend the day lazing at home (when he actually landed this morning.. grrr…)*
After one whole day of failing to reach him, and two unsuccessful attempts in my car as I was driving to church for cell group in the evening, I had all my whines stored- ready to unload it on him when he finally calls at night. In my mind, i was rehearsing my lines as I drove “Couldn’t find you all day.. where were you.. booo hoo.. whine whine whine…”
*AND since there had been instances of his phone running out of credit, and thinking that he might be like me, forgetting to switch his phone on.. I didn’t think too much about him not picking up my calls.. bleah..*
So I arrived in church and uncle Ho was waiting for me in the car park.
“oops, I forgot I was supposed to have dinner with you..” I stuck out my tongue.
“why are you so late? you forgot? never mind. come, I have something to show you in the sanctuary…”
“but my cell group is waiting for me in PS, am late already…”
“very quick one… come let me hold your bag for you..” I shook my head and held on tightly to my green basket. so we were walking into the dark familiar hall- always loved it when there is no one around..
Uncle Ho stood me in front of the altar, pointed at the camera or projector or whatever that gadget is called.
“can you see the new camera?” “what camera?” “can you see the lights?” “what lights”
then the music played.. and he walked down the aisle towards me with a bunch of 12 roses in his hands…
*I don know why I cried so hard…not that hard, just harder than I expected to. well i wasn't expecting to cry AT ALL for an already expected proposal.. hehehe... I guess seeing the person you most want to see at that moment, just makes you break down a little. hehe..*
This is Renji’s favourite part. as he was approaching, I was there with my arms on my hips, “you bluff me you bluff me”.. and actually that’s all I knew to say at that time.. :p
and so he delivered what he rehearsed for ages to me.. *classified, which i made him repeat it to me this morning because my brain was guey at that time..* and I went “you bluff me” hahahaha.. anti-climax..
of course I think in the midst of it, I said “YES” :)
what made it more special was my family coming out of that control room, and knowing that they witnessed it all warmed my heart. always wanted them to be in the moment with me, especially my moo moo. and of course some dearies came by and shared the joy with us.. over chicken rice and chocolates..
*thank you so much for being there, and being part of the journey and memory. it will always stay with me*
and if you’re reading this, I know your blessings are with us too. so thanks for sharing our joy and being here with us… *hugz*
I think I need more time to let the feeling set in- its all a mixture of euphoria and seriousness, it feels vaguely like something BIG has just happened and yet the simple joy of just having him by my side again is overwhelming, and it’s a bit surreal for something to just happen overnight…
for now, I guess it’s a good time to finally share our song with you… because, YOU are special to us.
Father, please help us to continue to be a blessing and love them all..
and to xun n min, its not "it wont be if not for you..." but rather "it wont be the same without you". *hugz*
*my side of the story on hindsight, LONG, be warned*
Arthur was supposed to come on Friday, so I was led to believe. There I was, working hard to finish my lot of work for the week. It was tough yesterday- feeling feverish, having a cold and a deadline. To top it all up, my boyfriend had his phone “power off” and no one picked up the phone when I called his home. No one to whine to :(
*I was NOT gullible to NOT suspect anything ok… I spoke to him last night. This morning he used Skype to call my office- told me he was tired, so he slept in and want to spend the day lazing at home (when he actually landed this morning.. grrr…)*
After one whole day of failing to reach him, and two unsuccessful attempts in my car as I was driving to church for cell group in the evening, I had all my whines stored- ready to unload it on him when he finally calls at night. In my mind, i was rehearsing my lines as I drove “Couldn’t find you all day.. where were you.. booo hoo.. whine whine whine…”
*AND since there had been instances of his phone running out of credit, and thinking that he might be like me, forgetting to switch his phone on.. I didn’t think too much about him not picking up my calls.. bleah..*
So I arrived in church and uncle Ho was waiting for me in the car park.
“oops, I forgot I was supposed to have dinner with you..” I stuck out my tongue.
“why are you so late? you forgot? never mind. come, I have something to show you in the sanctuary…”
“but my cell group is waiting for me in PS, am late already…”
“very quick one… come let me hold your bag for you..” I shook my head and held on tightly to my green basket. so we were walking into the dark familiar hall- always loved it when there is no one around..
Uncle Ho stood me in front of the altar, pointed at the camera or projector or whatever that gadget is called.
“can you see the new camera?” “what camera?” “can you see the lights?” “what lights”
then the music played.. and he walked down the aisle towards me with a bunch of 12 roses in his hands…
*I don know why I cried so hard…not that hard, just harder than I expected to. well i wasn't expecting to cry AT ALL for an already expected proposal.. hehehe... I guess seeing the person you most want to see at that moment, just makes you break down a little. hehe..*
This is Renji’s favourite part. as he was approaching, I was there with my arms on my hips, “you bluff me you bluff me”.. and actually that’s all I knew to say at that time.. :p
and so he delivered what he rehearsed for ages to me.. *classified, which i made him repeat it to me this morning because my brain was guey at that time..* and I went “you bluff me” hahahaha.. anti-climax..
of course I think in the midst of it, I said “YES” :)
what made it more special was my family coming out of that control room, and knowing that they witnessed it all warmed my heart. always wanted them to be in the moment with me, especially my moo moo. and of course some dearies came by and shared the joy with us.. over chicken rice and chocolates..
*thank you so much for being there, and being part of the journey and memory. it will always stay with me*
and if you’re reading this, I know your blessings are with us too. so thanks for sharing our joy and being here with us… *hugz*
I think I need more time to let the feeling set in- its all a mixture of euphoria and seriousness, it feels vaguely like something BIG has just happened and yet the simple joy of just having him by my side again is overwhelming, and it’s a bit surreal for something to just happen overnight…
for now, I guess it’s a good time to finally share our song with you… because, YOU are special to us.
Father, please help us to continue to be a blessing and love them all..
and to xun n min, its not "it wont be if not for you..." but rather "it wont be the same without you". *hugz*
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
New chapter at work...
For all my complaints in between, and many resolves to move out of Reuters.. God has different plans for me. Once again, proving that He has the best for me :) Not sure what lies henceforth, but nevertheless still thankful for the break that He has given to me.
Honestly, i really do like Reuters & what i'm doing.. so for my ever-gracious Daddy who entertained my whimsicals and complaints of boredom- thank you so much! Truly thankful for my lot in life..
And this is a special day.. for both Art & me are moving onto something new in the same workplace, and on the same day :) hehe.. makes me wonder how many more of such chapters are present in the past..
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Hi everyone,
this is a thank you, but not good-bye mail.. slightly different from all the mails we have been getting thus far :)
as i was telling my team- it's kinda strange for me to send out a note like that, esp since i'd still be working really closely with all of you in Fundamentals, and for those in Singapore you'd still see me around pretty much. so yes am stepping out of the Fundamentals production, but it's not goodbye :p
nevertheless, would take this chance to put a closure to my chapter in the Fundamentals team, and to thank everyone who has made this moving on possible... *hopefully this doesn't sound too formal or dramatic...*
First to all my managers & TL - Valen, Hao, Rina, Paul : Thank you so much for all the opportunities & training you have given to me. Thanks for taking such good care of me. Hope i haven't disappointed you guys :)
To everyone in Singapore Fundamentals - some of you i've worked more closely with, and some of you less closely with. But all the same, thank you so much for all the care & support you have given me. Hope i haven't been too much of a pain :p
To everyone in Beijing Fundamentals - it's been a wonderful priviledge to have gotten to work with and know some of you. My time there with you guys will always be part of my fond memories. Hope to see you some time in the future!
Especially to the China/Taiwan team - it's been such a joy working with you guys, even through the painful times. The road's been bumpy at times but thanks for being in the car with me. i count my reward for being able to call many of you my friends and not just colleagues. Thank you so very much for being who you are- please don stop talking to me! :p
Especially Especially to Bao Min & Sophia & Paul - almost a dream team. cannot ask for better co-workers really. would miss working closely with you all. and the journey ahead will be challenging no doubt, but am sure the new team will bring about a different energy :) jia you!
Thank you so much once again..and for now, enjoy the weekend! :)
God bless!
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Honestly, i really do like Reuters & what i'm doing.. so for my ever-gracious Daddy who entertained my whimsicals and complaints of boredom- thank you so much! Truly thankful for my lot in life..
And this is a special day.. for both Art & me are moving onto something new in the same workplace, and on the same day :) hehe.. makes me wonder how many more of such chapters are present in the past..
***
Hi everyone,
this is a thank you, but not good-bye mail.. slightly different from all the mails we have been getting thus far :)
as i was telling my team- it's kinda strange for me to send out a note like that, esp since i'd still be working really closely with all of you in Fundamentals, and for those in Singapore you'd still see me around pretty much. so yes am stepping out of the Fundamentals production, but it's not goodbye :p
nevertheless, would take this chance to put a closure to my chapter in the Fundamentals team, and to thank everyone who has made this moving on possible... *hopefully this doesn't sound too formal or dramatic...*
First to all my managers & TL - Valen, Hao, Rina, Paul : Thank you so much for all the opportunities & training you have given to me. Thanks for taking such good care of me. Hope i haven't disappointed you guys :)
To everyone in Singapore Fundamentals - some of you i've worked more closely with, and some of you less closely with. But all the same, thank you so much for all the care & support you have given me. Hope i haven't been too much of a pain :p
To everyone in Beijing Fundamentals - it's been a wonderful priviledge to have gotten to work with and know some of you. My time there with you guys will always be part of my fond memories. Hope to see you some time in the future!
Especially to the China/Taiwan team - it's been such a joy working with you guys, even through the painful times. The road's been bumpy at times but thanks for being in the car with me. i count my reward for being able to call many of you my friends and not just colleagues. Thank you so very much for being who you are- please don stop talking to me! :p
Especially Especially to Bao Min & Sophia & Paul - almost a dream team. cannot ask for better co-workers really. would miss working closely with you all. and the journey ahead will be challenging no doubt, but am sure the new team will bring about a different energy :) jia you!
Thank you so much once again..and for now, enjoy the weekend! :)
God bless!
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Saturday, July 21, 2007
God, I’m serious
How can I count the ways
You made each day sweet
Every falling leaf, every angel in disguise
I’m thankful You’ve made me alive.
How can I count the ways
You do not give us what we deserve
Made dark clouds to rain showers of blessings
Sovereignly commanding evil for the good of Your people.
How can I count the ways
You give so abundantly to this one of little faith
It’s not the gifts that overwhelm her
But You telling her that You trust her- sweeps her off her feet.
When You found me and lifted me from the miry clay, courted me till the oath I made that day, faithfully keeping Your covenant to me till this very day, I know God You’ve given Yourself to be the Love of my life.
I want to love you Jesus, to walk in all your ways, to obey your commands, to hold fast to you and to serve you with all my heart and all my soul. I'm serious about You, please keep me in You always.
You made each day sweet
Every falling leaf, every angel in disguise
I’m thankful You’ve made me alive.
How can I count the ways
You do not give us what we deserve
Made dark clouds to rain showers of blessings
Sovereignly commanding evil for the good of Your people.
How can I count the ways
You give so abundantly to this one of little faith
It’s not the gifts that overwhelm her
But You telling her that You trust her- sweeps her off her feet.
When You found me and lifted me from the miry clay, courted me till the oath I made that day, faithfully keeping Your covenant to me till this very day, I know God You’ve given Yourself to be the Love of my life.
I want to love you Jesus, to walk in all your ways, to obey your commands, to hold fast to you and to serve you with all my heart and all my soul. I'm serious about You, please keep me in You always.
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