February 2012
3 posts
Heartbroken
All I want now are arms to cry into and a hand to lead me home, but all I hear are sounds of crickets and frogs, the tissue paper has run out, but the tears keep falling, I’m in such a sorry state, daddy, how do I go home?
"Cherish"
Just a word she inked on her hand, to remember always to cherish. It was after the Japan earthquake I think when she felt the transience of life and didn’t want to take things for granted. So true indeed, even of loss in smaller scales, that we often get too caught up in ourselves, forgetting to cherish the precious things, people and moments in life until we lose them, or when it’s...
Ahhh.. Missed out on Israel's concert! >.
January 2012
22 posts
You are worth it
He pursues He prepares He fights for me
“You are worth it all, every bit of it”
That’s all I’ve been hearing.
If only
one can somehow perceive expectations and responsibilities as marks of importance and significance. Perhaps people never live out their callings because they don’t know how very important they are.
Your mercies new
Wow, it’s morning already! How time flies.
伤心
Hold our cold hearts and make us whole
Does it really matter The money set aside for the feast The sumptuous spread on the dinner table The many hours of labour sown into pots of food perishable Not much of reunion it was Cold hearts and hurtful words exchanged One came while the other left No words enough to make us stay Yeah it may be just a day we missed But a lot more it means Because so precious we are to one another And how...
“There are two kinds of men, men who have authority and men who do not know they...”
The Song of Wandering Aengus
by W. B. Yeats
I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the...
The pleasure of a photographer
While all photographs are “memento mori”, a “participat[ion] in another person’s mortality, vulnerability, mutability”, ”photographing is essentially an act of non-intervention”. ”A photograph is not just the result of an encounter between an event and a photographer; picture-taking is an event in itself, and one with ever more peremptory rights- to...
Seeing stars
“Ants? Where?”
“Huh, what flies?”
“I see no ants or flies. I swear there isn’t any moving thing on the table! Are you okay?” Okay, so what I’ve been seeing isn’t naturally, physically there. Is this a “trembling of the veil” into the “shivering other existence” as Yeats would say? Or, is it simply a medical...
Go son, you are free...
“Am I a bad father? 15 years ago, when my own father was hospitalized… He had tubes everywhere… On the brink of death. I just hoped that he’ll pass on peacefully. Then, my sis prayed for him, and 15 minutes later, he went on, peacefully. But now that it’s my son… I don’t want him to go… Am I very selfish? Am I bad father?”
To you, about just now
At this point, I don’t quite understand what’s going on, is it so hard to understand me?
In short, I am at my limits. I have reached a point of “uncomfortable” in terms of giving and giving in to you, it’s not that I’m burnt out, and I’m empty or dry, I just felt that this is just as far as I could go, stretched thin, beyond what I had wanted or desired...
Just a passing thought
As I pondered about how I’d only have this one life to live Glad I am to have You with me in this life and in my everyday This year, a Birthday Celebration we did not really have Yet, that day my life I lay in Your hands once again Died and crucified with You I was at the cross Now this life I live by faith in You my Lord Let my every day be filled with moments worthy and life full Not a...
I don't know
No, it’s not about time, neither is it about growth, it’s about the heart. “A man’s heart deviseth his way: but the LORD directeth his steps.” It is darn hard to be a help and support to a man who doesn’t prioritize you. Maybe somethings can be balanced and worked out over time, but changes flow from what or who is in one’s heart.
And it’s not...
December 2011
9 posts
Rediscovering
the magic of Tumblr
November 2011
3 posts
Oh so tired
of the headache
).(
of having to make this silly decision again and again…
I wish...
To live like a human being, to eat well, to sleep well, to live without caffeine, to be at peace and not stressed, to enjoy my moments and days.
The long nights are getting too hard to bear, Lord…
Night and day, it’s getting hard to tell them apart…
I’m still in my nighties, and it’s now night again, so technically, I’m in the right attire again?
But not...
Photoshop + Me = FUCKED UP
September 2011
11 posts
Song Of Solomon 8:6
Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame.
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h a i r
Apparently, even at this point, there’s still more important things.. Like someone else’s hair.. and how it should be cut in style. No, its not another girl, its her hair, yes, hair. Haa. Importance and significance is really relative. Like now, some people may be on the verge of death as i deem my wounded feelings with such importance. Seriously. Nothing else and no one else deserves...
Jesus Cares ....
For the littlest insignificant things For the disappointment and feelings we find no words for For the moments that even the closest friends and lover can’t help but overlook
Even when no one cares He cares Even when we don’t say He cares Even when we don’t care He cares If it matters to you, it matters to Him If it bothers your heart, it bothers His If it overwhelms my heart,...
1 John 5:13-15
These things I have written to you who believe in the name of the Son of God, that you may know that you have eternal life, and that you may continue to believe in the name of the Son of God. Now this is the confidence that we have in Him, that if we ask anything according to His will, He hears us. And if we know that He hears us, whatever we ask, we know that we have the petitions that we have...
From a precious sister..
I wrote this song for a sister To tell her that nothing matters More than the One who gave her to me The One who watches from above
I wrote this song for a friend To tell her that He understands All she is facing, the trials and worries Lift them up give all to Him
Cause we are Daddy’s little girls We love cause He loved us first Don’t be afraid Go in confidence Cause perfect love casts out all...
when the lights come on
Standing, as a tree, A prop in the play, sometimes he comes to me and speaks to me, Other times, i stand forgotten a fixture, But that’s all it is, because when the lights come on, And the crew goes off he leaves me too, Unless i shed my leaves, or wave my leaves at him, His attention fixed on something else, a prop i remain in his eyes, Though at the center of the stage i stand,
i love...
August 2011
2 posts
Because You first loved me, Jesus You will always...
