My new baby

Yes this HOT new baby is officially mine!

You have served me well, my first generation white nano..now its time for you to retire and enjoy for the rest of your time on technology land..let the younger generation take over your tiring job!

when sin looks so good.

if i am not careful, i am going to start enjoying my life - the wrong way

The danger of Laziness

While reading of when Jesus told the people of the parable and said in Matthew 25:26:

His master replied, 'You wicked, lazy servent!'

Ever wondered how come the words wicked and lazy are in the same sentence, side by side even? Usually you put two words side by side if they are somewhat related, or in a sense, one word might be able to bring out the essence of the other word even more. 

Like, "you have long, luxious hair!" or "oh gosh, he is just so drop dead gorgeous!". Not being an actual scholar, I am unsure whether my two examples are able to be put in the same line as the one quoted in Matthew 25:26, but in my own simplistic mind, it sounds the same, and hence, I shall use this example. 

So going back to the main point, why 'Wicked' and 'Lazy' side by side? 

Wicked to me is like, terming my Vanness various names which I can vouch he is definitely NOT, those psychotic abusers who cut heads of animals and lay the heads down in one straight line, those weird minded fathers who sleep with their daughters and force them to be their wives, and for using my precious god's name as a vulgarity and brings pain to my ears. 

I never thought that being lazy, is wicked. 

However, having been seeped in laziness much more since I transferred to Adults, and Im sure those who have practiced the art of laziness can agree with me, being lazy robs you of the energy or desire to do things! 

Like for one second you must be thinking, Man i gotta go exercise! i feel like a piece of lard and i haven exercised for so long! Then you tink of, wah gotta change, wah gotta wear socks and shoes to run, wah experience the feeling of death while exercising, and in the next second, you go like..hmmm maybe i ll wait 5 more mins. 

and the 5 mins drags you to the next day. 

crap. ive spent more time waiting for the next 5 mins then actually using that 5 mins to do something. 

i gotta buck up.

VANNESS!!

AHHHHH VANNESS HAS A NEW ALBUM AND A NEW BOOK!!!

BUY BUY BUY!!

Time to hit the record stores wheeeeee!!!!!

I so hope he's coming Singapore!!! OMG!

Cant wait to see him again!!!!!

missed

missing you :)

I hope, I pray

I pray, i pray fervantly lord..and i ask, if its in ur will..please please please..

let 萧敬藤come to singapore for a concert!

his voice is fantastic! i wana hear him sing live.

i really really want to!!

if anyone has ANY news of him coming Singapore AT ALL, please tell me.

thank you :)

the power of prayer

ive talked abt prayer..ive sung abt prayer..ive discussed on the topic of prayer..i have attended prayer meetings..

but i have just not prayed enough.

every single powerful person on earth who has done amazing things for god, first had a powerful personal devotional time - an amazing relationship with God..the same relationship that is within our grasp yet has eluded learned men from centuries ago..

Adoniram Judson, Henry Martyn, Cho Yonggi, Billy Graham, John Wesley, David Livingstone, Mother Theresa, Martin Luther, St. Francis of Assisi, Moses, Nehemiah, Joshua etc etc etc

People who have shaped history for the name of the Almighty God, the things they have contributed to the Christian community, for without them, we might never have had the gospel of our Lord reached the ears of those living in India, Persia, Africa, Arabia, Korea and so so so many more places..the ONE thing they had in common, was a life of prayer..

They were the few who understood the true meaning of power in prayer..they prayed and they believed, and they did amazing things for God.

Before they reached out to the world, they reached out to God through prayer.

I really really really long to pray.

Where love came alive

i must say i have a rather interesting family..and i wouldnt swop my family for anything in the world..just last sunday, i witnessed another tiny little drama that happened, something which i wouldnt forget for life..

my dearest grandmother had 12 children..due to the lack of finances at that point in time, two of her sons died, while she and my grandfather were forced to give two other sons..way before i was born, one of those sons who was given away was somehow found, and reunited with the whole family..so for the whole of my 21 years of life, i had always known of just 5 uncles and 3 aunties on my father's side..

well on sunday, i gained a new uncle..somehow, my dad and my aunt managed to trace back to where their youngest brother used to live..somehow they managed to speak to people who knew about him, and somehow they managed to get his number and contacted him..and somehow, he decided that he wanted to come back and reunite with his biological mother..

and so, the entire population on my father's side managed to squeeze themselves into my house on sunday, awaiting the arrival of that long lost younger brother..and my grandma was dressed to the finest, trying to remain calm yet failing to keep the anxiousness and excitement off her face..

what would my youngest uncle say when he sees my grandma? will there be tears of joy or tears of anger? would he not be able to get along with the rest of my uncles and aunties? can my grandma withstand the flood of emotions that were sure to follow upon setting her sights on him?

and so, the hour of truth finally came..my uncle, all 48 years of age, walked through my front door, and set his first sight on his biological mother..a round of introductions followed, which took quite a while considering the size of my family..my new uncle was alive, healthy and happy..his wife, my new auntie, was gorgeous and did not look anything like her 40 plus years of age..he had a twelve year old son, who did now come due to exams..and my grandmother, was beyond happy..

she couldnt take her eyes off him..she just kept wanting to talk to him..even when he left, she lingered at the gate and kept repeating "do come again! do come again!"..i wonder how she must have felt..the sadness of giving away your own son, never being able to acknowledge him..i wonder if she felt anger, regret, sadness upon giving him away..and now after almost half a century later, her son came back..

the joy on her face was priceless.

i learnt abt god in church that day..i sang to god in worship..

but i saw god in the eyes of my grandmother..when a long lost child comes back to Him, how his eyes shine and sparkle with tears, how he will just keep talking to the child, how he will stand at the gate and says over and over again "do come again! do come again!"..

i guess, i caught a glimpse of how God really feels when his prodigal son comes running back to him.

Tagged!

i got tagged i got tagged!! was super happy to be tagged because this is such a fun quiz to do!!

a) Answer the questions below, do a Google Image search with your answer, take a picture from the first page of results, and do it with minimal words of explanation.

b) Tag 5 other people to do the same once you’ve finished answering every question.

1) The age you will be on your next birthday:

2) A place you will like to travel to:

3) Your favourite place:

4) Your favourite food:

5) Your favourite pet:

6) Your favourite colour combination:

7) Your favourite piece of clothing:

8) Your all time favourite song:


It's supposed to be NONE

9) Your all time favourite TV show

10) First name of your significant other / crush:

11) The town in which you live:

12) Your screen name / nickname:

Princess Prissy came out with this.

13) Your first job:

14) Your dream job:

Obviously not him, but his job

15) A bad habit you have:

16) Your worst fear:

17) The one thing you will like to do before you die:

It's supposed to be swimming with sharks.

Now to tag!!

1. Jasmine Ah Huey

2. Say what! Say Xiangyu

3. Adalini Kuah

4. Ayu Adams

5. Danny Feng (you might want to do it to amuse yourself!)

Why?

I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
Psalm 139:14

Dear God,

How am I fearfully and wonderfully made?
Before I was conceived, why did u decide to create me as me?
Why am I so insecure, that I wonder whether I am good enough to retain my friends?
Why am I so competitive, tinking that if I dun achieve that standard, I have failed?
Why am I such a perfectionist, that I am always just behind that line of feeling contented?
Why am I surronded with good friends who really want to help me, yet feel that I should not burden them with my burdens?
Why do I know that I have strengths, yet unable to pinpoint exactly what strengths I have?
Why do I feel that I have a ton of weaknesses, and simply cannot do anything right?
Why is it that I know that I have you, but feel like I must work harder to get to know you even better?
Why is it that I know that I am victorious in you, but feel like I have failed miserably?

Dear Lord, why oh why?

O Lord, you have searched me and you know me. Although it all seems dark and murky now, I want to trust you. I wana trust that you love me precisely because I am me.

Friends that keeps me going on

princess prissy_ok, sure says:
i guess i got the

princess prissy_ok, sure says:
perfectionist disease

princess prissy_ok, sure says:
haa

zachary says:
haha, then you are doom to a live of misery.

zachary says:
there isn't perfection on earth, only in heaven.

zachary says:
so God made you a perfectionist, not because he was sadist, but because he wanted you to find joy in perfecting something, rather then doing something perfectly.

A rare glimpse of Danny Feng's wisdom admist all his crap.

What would I do without friends like him?

Thank you Zachary, for reminding me its the process that counts. I will not ponder why the ride is so long, but ponder how God made the scenery outside so beautifully.

Attn: God

Dear God,

I am sorry to have neglected you. I am sorry to have placed you one side while I tried to perfect my work alone, striving hard but never reaching there.

But thank you Lord, for never leaving me.

I want to start all over again, this time with you.

Love,
Me