Nothing more than just a stationary picture of people, places and colours, photographs have this unexplainable ability of bringing you places...places that you've once been.

I was just going through some army photographs in my com today. As I looked at them...memories came flooding back....moments of pain, joy, suffering, loneliness, good company came flooding back. It reminded me of the times and people that I have had the honour of sharing, and most of all, the things He had brought me through...

..care to take a look?












The time in Artillery....memorable indeed...but, once is enough though =)

Before I closed the pictures, a folder named "Pastor David's Ordination" kinda caught my eye for some reason. I clicked it and took a look. It was the day that I went down to St Andrew's Cathedral for his ordination and some other photos. Really good memories...








But as I looked at the people in the photos....I felt a tinge of sadness....for I've kinda "lost" quite a number of them, the closer ones...in one way or another of varying degrees. Either the feeling of distancing or connections lost, or things just don't feel the same anymore as they used to...almost just like a faded past in my life...










Sighhh....memories abound...yet at times I.....just can't find any words to say about them. What can I say? Let the pictures do the talking I guess. But as much as pictures show, they still can't fully and sufficiently tell the whole story...often, only the good and happy side and things that we want to remember are seen.

But what's untold are the regrets, pities and pain between imperfect people along the way without which unfortunately, the picture is incomplete.

So what's the path ahead of us? Is it big enough for us all to journey on together?

Only He knows I guess.

Had a segment for Pastor David's departure in our service on sunday. Well....did a song with Diana for him. Super nervous man...the whole hall just seemed to go all silent....and we didn't have any prior practise beforehand. But really...no matter how it sounded and all..it was all to him, my beloved Pastor David.

Ok...I'm not trying to sound mushy lah...cause really...he's been a great part of my life. The times we've spent at coffee places, at his house, talking and all. The most impressionable part of him? His presence and example in the life he lived. He exemplified love and firm grace to me...and he walked with me...in some of the difficult moments of my life.

I guess the best way to express my gratitude and appreciation...is to keep the relationship, and not let the distance bring a stop to it.

Thank you Pastor David.


[Thank You] - Ray Boltz

I dreamed I went to heaven
And you were there with me
We walked upon the streets of gold
Beside the crystal sea
We heard the angels singing
Then someone called your name
You turned and saw this young man
And he was smiling as he came

And he said friend you may not know me now
And then he said but wait
You used to teach my Sunday School
When I was only eight
And every week you would say a prayer
Before the class would start
And one day when you said that prayer
I asked Jesus in my heart

Thank you for giving to the Lord
I am a life that was changed
Thank you for giving to the Lord
I am so glad you gave

Then another man stood before you
And said remember the time
A missionary came to your church
And his pictures made you cry
You didn’t have much money
But you gave it anyway
Jesus took the gift you gave
And that’s why I’m here today


One by one they came
Far as the eyes could see
Each life somehow touched
By your generosity
Little things that you had done
Sacrifices made
Unnoticed on the earth
In heaven now proclaimed

And I know that up in heaven
You’re not supposed to cry
But I am almost sure
There were tears in your eyes
As Jesus took your hand
And you stood before the Lord
He said, my child look around you
For great is your reward

Thank you for giving to the Lord
I am a life that was changed
Thank you for giving to the Lord
I am so glad you gave

I am so glad you gave

Finally...showed them the preview of the video presentation last night. Response was.....alright? They didn't say much about it...a good here and there maybe. Except for the kiddyark lady I was liasing with...she said "It's very nice!".

Appreciated that.

No....not that I was looking for commendation or praise from others. I just wanted feedback, or a response. I mean....I had been rushing the thing for 3 nights straight...so you don't say anything after seeing it...what does it mean? Am I in the right direction? Is there something to improve? Is it that they didn't really like what they see, but due to lack of time left or something, they choose to keep mum? I dunno...

...felt a bit disturbed about their request for me to be around on sat to do filming for them. Cause they didn't confirm with me if I was available, be it just by mouth of asking or email...but just put on paper that I was suppose to do filming.

Guess we do need to work on our communications.

Sighh....oh well...just hope to finish and clean up the video, and have some rest...

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Ohhh noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo....

I've run out of coffee at home!!

Does anyone even realise the seriousness of it all!? NO coffee?!?! It's a national diseaster!!

Someone call the cops...do something!!

It's like being trapped in a cave with no water.....

=(

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We Are Family

“Be devoted to one another in brotherly love.”
Romans 12:10 NIV

Common belief identifies members of God’s family. And common affection unites them. Paul gives this relationship rule for the church: “Be devoted to one another in brotherly love.”

The apostle plays the wordsmith here, bookending the verse with fraternal-twin terms. He begins with philostorgos (philos means friendly; storgos means family love) and concludes with philadelphia (phileo means tender affection; adelphia means brethren). An awkward but accurate translation of the verse might be “Have a friend/family devotion to each other in a friend/family sort of way.” If Paul doesn’t get us with the first adjective, he catches us with the second. In both he reminds us: The church is God’s family.

You didn’t pick me. I didn’t pick you. You may not like me. I may not like you. But since God picked and likes us both, we are family.

A Max Lucado devotional

Well....it's finally over. A month of contract work. Not really that long actually...but it feels as though I've been there for awhile. I dunno....guess I do get attached to things and environments pretty fast?

But really...most of it is due to the people I'm working with. I've said it before...don't mind me, but they're really...nice.

1 of them my "poly ancestor" who was from an earlier batch of my poly course, keeping touch with him after he's posted over to Hong Kong. 2nd one a sweet and nice lady, helpful she is. 3rd but definitely not least, my supervisor who's from Hong Kong.

Today he was wrapping things up with me for a proper handover. He sat through with me, helping and explaining any difficulties I had (told you he's nice!). Man....I've heard enough stories of the cruel working world out there to really appreciate this gracious providence from God.

He brought me out to lunch, and treated me to this eating place....







The food was quite nice. The gesture...even more so. Heh, I sneaked out around evening time while they were not around to buy some blackcurrent cheese cake for them as a token of appreciation. [Thanks to the one who suggested to me getting something for them =) ]

Hmm....as I was doing the handover for my stuff,realised that there were things and areas I could have done better in...gotta learn from it I guess. Bid a good farewell to them. Hope my presence had made a difference, for Him.

So where to...from here on?


Let's see where He leads then.

Well...roughly 1 month of work has passed, and tomorrow's the final day. Really thank God for allof it....though the pay and all wasn't the best out there, it was a gracious providence, and in the smaller knots and details, I was blessed.

Lunched alone today again man. Went to Clarke Quay again. Mmmmm...the place was really quiet today. Not the kind of sian, boring quiet in the office...but, peaceful quiet. =) With a drink in hand, looking at the calm waters, people having lunch outdoors, boats moving around, city buildings in the background...it felt so refreshing and rejuvenating.

Went to Mount Zion at the mrt walkway after that. Hmm....they were playing the song 'With All I Am' in the shop.

As I was stoning, listening to the song...I kinda unconciously picked out a book. Funny...didn't even know what book it was, my finger just kinda stopped at it and picked it out. After realising I picked out a book...took a look....



Hmm....the summary at the back of the book kinda caught my attention somehow....

"Pastor Jim Cymbala calls us back to a fiery , passionate preoccupation with God that will restore what the enemy has stolen from us: our first love for Jesus, our zeal, our troubled children, our wounded marriages, our broken and divided churches."


"you hold my world, in the palm of your hand, and I'm yours forever...." [shop's background song]


So I casually flipped the book.



The chapter heading stared at my face at my random flip. My heart skipped a beat...so I started reading it....


"I'll walk with you, wherever you go, through tears and joy, I'll trust in you..." [shop's background song]


...it spoke to me. Both the song and the book as I read it...seems that there's something for me in that book. Really enjoyed that time frame of 5 minutes browsing the book...it sort of....ministered. So bought the book. =)

Almost felt like I've just been through a service....grace in the mundane indeed...


"you're the reason that I live, the reason that I sing, with all I am" [shop's background song]


...the song ended as I left the shop.