No Greater Love

She can never fathom
The mechanics of His love.
How can someone like her
Deserve such attention?
What did she do
To gain His affection?

Though she strays,
He calls her back.
Though she shuts her heart,
He continues to knock.
And when she struggles,
His Hand is always there for her to hold.

“Why me?” She cries,
“I’ve made too many mistakes
And often crossed the boundaries.
I’m not worthy,
I’m unclean.
You didn’t have to do this.”

And then His gentle voice replies,
“Because, My child,
I love you.
Not my will,
But of The One who sent me.
All for His honour and glory.

Your faith is all I need.
Do not fret nor worry,
For My grace is sufficient for you,
And your joy in Me shall be your strength.
I’m not far from you;
I’m only a prayer away.”

She stands amazed,
Her spirit broken,
Her heart no longer hardened.
For no greater love
Could she ever have received
Than of Him who loves her unconditionally.

my lil' utopia

you will never find this in singapore -
soft sand, clear blue waters and skies,
cliffs here and there,
big and small,
but still altogether awesome.
patient boatmen,
friendly people;
a simple life.
all in the land of smiles.

Chilli Prawn Linguine

One of the joys of being home alone is the freedom to use the kitchen. I came across the recipe for Chilli Prawn Linguine from a blog yesterday, and the blogger said that it was a simple and easy recipe. The only ingredients I had to get were the prawns, since I pretty had the basic ingredients at home already (linguine, parsely, chilli, garlic, olive oil).

Nonetheless, simplicity is more than meets the eye. It was indeed a simple recipe, but to achieve the best results was tougher than I thought. I cooked the pasta in two batches. The first for Sam, and the second for myself.

In my first attempt, I overcooked the garlic and chilli, and they ended up being burnt. I put too little pasta water, olive oil and salt, and the pasta ended up being rather dry and blend. Then in my second attempt, the garlic and chilli weren't burnt! However, I added too much olive oil and pasta water, so it became quite wet. The prawns were overcooked this time and they didn't look as good as they were in the first batch (could see from the colour)

Nonetheless, the prawns turned out to be really fresh and succulent. Sam commented that it almost tasted like prawn noodles. Well, I don't really know how it's supposed to taste.

Over all, I think this wasn't a good attempt :(

Prawns. My first time dealing with prawns! Got pricked countless times

Prawns waiting to be deveined.

The end product. Not presentable at all.

Awwwbandoned

crack the code

Unceasing

_nights of

__heaviness,

___afflicted with

____pain;

_____provoking a

______yearn.

feeling horrible

School is starting tomorrow. Holiday was great although much of it was spent on internship. I wanna go back to work.

I'm feeling extremely moody now. I was only but a little excited that school is starting, but now I'm feeling completely dreadful. There really isn't much to look forward to, is there?

Sigh sigh sigh...

Lord, help me

Living for Jesus, a life that is true,
Striving to please Him in all that I do;
Yielding allegiance, glad hearted and free,
This is the pathway of blessing for me.

O Jesus, Lord and Savior, I give myself to Thee,
For Thou, in Thy atonement, didst give Thyself for me.
I own no other Master, my heart shall be Thy throne.
My life I give, henceforth to live, O Christ, for Thee alone.

Living for Jesus Who died in my place,
Bearing on Calvary my sin and disgrace;
Such love constrains me to answer His call,
Follow His leading and give Him my all.

Living for Jesus, wherever I am,
Doing each duty in His holy Name;
Willing to suffer affliction and loss,
Deeming each trial a part of my cross.

Living for Jesus through earth’s little while,
My dearest treasure, the light of His smile;
Seeking the lost ones He died to redeem,
Bringing the weary to find rest in Him.

Vongole

Soaking in salt water to remove the sand and residue. These clams were cheap! 1kg = $3
Drowning in white wine and chicken stock

Ta-da!

I HAVE to blog about this because

1) It's my first time cooking my all-time favourite pasta, Vongole (note: i don't know what it means exactly, but it has something to do with clams)

2) It's quite a success (in my opinion). Spag was al dente, clams were not sandy, and it wasn't too spicy. However the taste of white wine was covered by chicken stock.

Thanks to D Monster for tips and instructions :-)

How Deep the Father's Love for Us

How deep the Father's love for us
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
And make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory

Behold the man upon the cross
My sin upon His shoulder
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished

I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His reward
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom

If you want to get in...

"....not several shallow positions.
you have to find one position, and dig deep."

Another Year Older

A birthday is just another day,
young of mind, yet youthful looks go away.
Another year older,
the world seems a bit colder.
Yet my heart still burns,
and for love it forever yearns.
Another year older,
I grow even bolder.
Life is for us to learn from,
as calculated as a mathematical sum.
Another year older,
hurting blazes now just smolder.
Letting go of past rage and pain,
living life and feeling sane.
Another year older,
a tear on your shoulder.
Life has not been so bad,
my tear is of joy not because I’m sad.
Another day older,
more pages added to my folder.
I’m glad of whom I am today,
I would not have myself any other way.
So don’t mind that I write my own birthday rhyme,
I’ve lived through my life up till this time.
I think it is safe to say,
that things will go as planned His way.
He’s got more for me yet,
It’ll be even better I bet.
Another year older,
and I am in His debt.

-Anonymous

the truth is as such

The one whom I see when I look into the mirror

Is the most horrible person I have ever met.

(www.gettyimages.com)

Why is consistency so hard to achieve?

pet peeve number i-don't-know

I hate this word. Yes, I call it a word, and not a letter. That's because I get such replies from people on SMS or when you're chatting with them online. You ask them or tell them something, they give this cold answer. For example:

Me: Hey, remember to blalablablablablablabla

Person: k

Short and so NOT sweet.

Blunt. Curt. Rude. Perfunctory. Heartless.

C'mon, not like it drains half of your finger energy to add in "O" in front of your "K". Seriously, it gives me the false impression that you either hate me, or you just don't want to talk to me.

Well, I have to admit, I do give such replies, but ONLY when I am angry with the person I'm talking to.

I remember quite awhile ago, I read an article on Life regarding this issue. The writer herself shares this pet peeve with me, and she states how insincere these replies can be.

When talking to such people, I find myself having to make the effort to twist my sentences in a way which would avoid such brusque response. Not only are they total mood spoilers, they make me not want to talk further.

not alone

imweephew

:)

it's always sunny :-)

You are my sunshine
My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are grey

If this goes on...

hey, buddy...

and can it be

Hallelujah, What A Saviour
Philip Bliss 1875

"Man of Sorrows," what a name,
For the Son of God who came
Ruined sinners to reclaim!
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
In my place condemned He stood;
Sealed my pardon with His blood:
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Guilty, vile and helpless, we:
Spotless Lamb of God was He:
"Full atonement!" can it be?
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Lifted up was He to die;
“It is finished!” was His cry;
Now in Heav’n exalted high.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

When He comes, our glorious King,
All His ransomed home to bring,
Then anew His song we’ll sing:
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

opt for limited accessibiliy

Names are purely fictitious! I'm not referring to my younger sister :p

anything round

like...
u take the clothes out
u put it in again

swirl
twirl
whirl

then u take them out again

like...
the dog chasing
its tail

hamster running
on the wheel
as if
it's running a long distance

like...
you think you
have gotten there
but
no
not yet

like...
the asymptotic curve
hardly reaching

like...
it's a
vicious cycle

like...

ellipsis.

foolish, actually

mailoofaetiuq

In light of the last day of a wonderful recess week..

And to the remaining weeks... chiong ah!

So loving is a risk?

To love at all is to be vulnerable.

Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken.

If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal.

Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness.

But in that casket—safe, dark, motionless, airless—it will change.

It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.


-C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves, p. 121

Sometimes Silence Scores

John Fuseli - Silence

when wishes are wrecked,
and words wouldn't work,
the woeful heart wavers.

Don't Waste Your Life

May the Lord Find Us Faithful
Mac and Beth Lynch

God has not given us the spirit of fear,
But has given us the strength to obey.
With power and sound mind, with love the unfailing kind,
O be not ashamed of His way.

Chorus
May the Lord find us faithful.
May His Word be our banner held high.
May the Lord find us faithful
Every day, though we live, though we die.

No man that seeketh after things of this life
Is a soldier who passes the test.
Be faithful, be working, be running, be serving,
Be searching His Word for His best.

Living or dying, may honour be Thine,
From the wretched life, You loved and forgave.
A life that is on fire be only our hearts’ desire.
Be faithful from now to the grave.

first ever

I thank God for you.

Like running under water

This is definitely the most draining semester..

So far...

Testing 123

Test.. Test...



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It's going to be a tough semester ahead.

2 lit modules (still waiting for the 3rd one to be officially approved)

2 unrestricted electives;
1 of them, Playwriting Workshop, has no exams, which means there's gonna be a whole lot of writing to be done during the term (trust me when I say it's a lot. The first lesson itself already required 2)

The second one, a (renownedly heavy) CS module, Speech and Argumentation, has 70% of its weightage on class work and the other 30% for exams.. and there'll be a lot of public speaking to be done in class. In a sense, it's gonna be quite a useful and practical module, but it's gonna take a lot to be bold in front of a huge class!

But I still need at least 1 more module.. Preferably another elective, but I guess clearing an extra lit module now wouldn't make any difference either.

Well, that's if I get the lit module I've requested for.

Tough semester ahead indeed..but God will be my Strength, as always.

Still dreading school though, but not as bad as before. There is, in fact, a tinge of excitement now.

Miss my friends who are away. I wish I can fly away too....