From someone who values words....

Better to have said nothing at all, than to say it without any weight of truth and sincerity.

Introducing my love

Tis' true, when they say dogs are Man's best friend.
Here's Skippy, who entered into my life 7 years ago.
A true friend indeed, because he knows when I am sad and when I'm crying in bed.
He loves sleeping, and once he sleeps, he's like a pig.
But the moment he hears my sniffs, he'll get up, come up to me, and lick my tears away.
I love Skippy, as much as a brat he may be. :)

everyday should be valentine's day

P.S: The guitar arrangement in this song is beautiful!

14 February. The day restaurants, florists, and jewelers earn big amounts of profit.

Okay, that's beside the point. Yes, everyday should be Valentine's Day. The world would be a better place if everybody shows some love in one way or another, not just on 14 February.

I really thank God for people who love me. Maybe sometimes I expect too much from the people I love, and I fail to understand their love language, especially those whose love language is different from mine. I pray that God will make me a more understanding and patient person, slow to anger, and gentle in my words. It's tough, really. The more you try to achieve certain attributes, the harder it is.

Of course, none of these worldly love can ever compare to the love of God. It "goes beyond the highest star and reaches to the lowest hell; it's measureless and strong". We love because He first loved us. This gives us a perfect example to follow - to love unconditionally (agape).

Blessed Valentine's Day :)

hanging by the rope

Father, please give me all the strength I need to go through this semester. You know how much I dread going to school every single day. You know how I have to drag my feet to the classroom. You know how lazy I am to complete my readings and my homework. You know how much of a procrastinator I am.

Father, as much as I detest going to school, I do not want my grades to drop. It's going to be a tough 14 weeks. My timetable is almost packed, and I am taking modules I DON'T enjoy at all. I am desperate in securing a job before graduation. I am not having the best time of my life now juggling tuition, schoolwork, relationships, and Quiet Time. Please let not this dread for school affect my attitude towards the people I love.

I know that since You have put me into this, You will see me through it. But Father, please give me the strength to glean on that promise. Help me to walk aright with You as I take my remaining steps to reach the summit. The higher I get, the more tired I become. So Father, renew my strength, for "You are the strength when I am weak", and "You are my all in all".

yet again

How many times have I posted this picture?
School has started again, it's my third day of school, and I'm feeling as if it's already the third month.

No one has any idea how much I HATE school, and I am writing this with much tears of agony in my eyes now.

I am not kidding when I said I am upset with school.

I am not trying to gain any sympathy when I say I'm tired.

I am serious.

This semester is going to be the worst semester I ever had. This is worse than taking 5 Literature modules back in my first year. Worse, I still have one elective pending for approval. If I don't get it, I will either NOT graduate, or I'll have 48 hours to hunt for an elective (which is definitely something I won't enjoy studying, like some science or engineering module). What to do? Choose the latter, duh. Who wants to stay on for another semester just to clear ONE elective that's only worth 3AUs?

Doesn't help that I'm falling sick during this first week of school, and CNY is just the next week. No, CNY is not fun when you have work on hand and you can't use the holidays to complete the work. CNY tires the body and makes the body not want to do anymore work. CNY this year will just make school even more depressing.

Even worse, the school has invited a renowned local author to teach the Fiction writing class, and my classmates ALL have work in progress except for me. The last time I wrote fiction was Primary School Composition.

My friends from the same cohort are all enjoying themselves now with just a couple of modules. Am I stupid to have opted out of FYP? Not regretting the decision, though. But I hate it when I have to explain why I opted out, and when I get sympathetic stares from some people. What's there to be sympathetic about?

I'm really on the verge of bursting with the thought of what is to come in the next 13 weeks. People tell me that school is better than work life. Yes I know that. But school has its own problems too.

I'm really sick of school. Who understands?

My Father, My Provider

It's amazing how God showed Himself worthy and mighty today, just after the morning sermon on God's provision for the new year.

Since last November, I didn't have a stable pocket money because there were no more tuition classes. I assumed that I would be following up one of the classes in 2011, but to my dismay, I did not receive anymore updates from the tuition centre, and hence, I came to the conclusion that I will not have any pocket money to see me through my last semester of school. (Well, I could ask my parents but I don't like being in debt).

During lunchtime today, I received a call from the tuition centre, reminding me to teach on Tuesday evening. The first response I gave over the phone was not of joy, but of sarcasm because I had no idea at all that I was supposed to teach in 2011. D reminded me of the morning's sermon, and in my heart I felt so bad for not having the heart of thanks when I got the phonecall.

Thinking back, God has provided for me since the tuition classes ended. The tuition classes have been quite a huge source of my pocket money for the past year and a half, so when the classes ended during the last week of October, I knew that for November and December, I'm gonna be very poor. But God being God, was so good to me. He gave me a new student to teach (without me having to travel out of my house!), and relief job or a few days at a student centre where I used to work.


My faith may run dry, but God's provisions never run out of stock!

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.