Thursday, June 24, 2010

there is time for every season under the sun

There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:

a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,

a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,

a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,

a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,

a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,

a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,

a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

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A new chapter in life is upon me. Its time for me to move on. Keep updated at http://spilinmy.blogspot.com/

Thursday, May 06, 2010

=)

It would have been Markus' 25th birthday today. Sure, it still feels weird. Still, there's so much to be thankful for and so much to look forward to. Perhaps this is what Steven Curtis Chapman meant when he talked of carrying on with broken hearts, yet filled with hope =)




There is a hope that burns within my heart,
That gives me strength for ev'ry passing day;
A glimpse of glory now revealed in meager part,
Yet drives all doubt away;
I stand in Christ with sins forgiv'n;
And Christ in me, the hope of heav'n!
My highest calling and my deepest joy,
To make His will my own.

There is a hope that lifts my weary head,
A consolation strong against despair,
That when the world has plunged me in its deepest pit,
I find the Saviour there!
Through present sufferings, future's fear,
He whispers, "Courage!" in my ear,
For I am safe in everlasting arms,
And they will lead me home.

There is a hope that stands the test of time,
That lifts my eyes beyond the beckoning grave,
To see the matchless beauty of a day divine,
When I behold His face!
When sufferings cease and sorrows die,
And every longing satisfied,
Then joy unspeakable will flood my soul,
For I am truly home.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

What does it feel like?

I sensed a smile welling up from inside of me. The corners of my lips started to arch, forming a smile.

All my senses were numbed and for a brief moment, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief.

I strode to the door nonchalant of all the others working in the lab.

Only a few more steps to go.

Then it happened.

I stepped out. The sun shone brightly in my face, breathing life into my body. My footsteps broke into a gentle skip; I felt like dancing and twirling in circles, arms fully extended.

I stopped to savour the moment. The wind. The sun. The air.

I breathed deep and long. The air filled my lungs, feeding me with freedom I never knew.

So this is what it feels like. This is what it feels like.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

The shoes fit..

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. - 2 Corinthians 1: 3-4

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I wish I knew what to do.

Monday, February 15, 2010

A Valentine's Day story..

A long time ago in a distant land, there lived a man and a woman. But they weren’t just any ordinary man and woman. You see, mr prince was the perfect man. mr. prince was single, had good features, was very rich, a good listener, well mannered and love to help out with the housework. He was a dream come true for the ladies.

Ms. princess too was single, and was the most beautiful woman ever. She was so beautiful, people from distant lands heard of her beauty. She was also very prim and proper, intelligent, thrifty with money and had a good sense of direction. A dream come true for the men and was fit to be married to a prince.

Most importantly of all, these two people were madly in love with each. They were such a fitting pair, so suited for each other. It was somewhat like a perfect life for them.

But their happiness was short lived for the big mean baddie tore them apart and kidnapped ms princess. Well, the big mean baddie was the local town bully who loved to pick on everyone. It thrived on taking away people’s happiness and loved to see people in sorrow. It commanded a big gang of little bullies called badlings which wreaked havoc wherever they went. They would knock over old women crossing the road, they would steal the clothes that were hung out to dry, they would take away the children’s toys and candy. They were a real mean bunch, and now they’ve taken captive of ms. Princess.

The big mean baddie locked her up in a tower so high in the clouds that no eye could ever see, nor any man could ever reach. It was guarded by countless of badlings so that no one would ever reach her. The poor little princess was left all alone, sobbing and wailing- in the tower so high in the clouds that no eye could ever see, nor any man could ever reach. But she never gave up hope and waited for her prince that will one day come and save her.

Meanwhile, mr prince was feeling so distraught that his beloved princess had been taken away. He was filled with grief at the thought of what ms princess had to endure. He knew that he had to do something, and that’s what exactly he did- he was going to save his princess.

He wasted no time and made preparations for his journey. In haste, he gathered some food, put on his most comfortable walking shoes and he picked up his trusty old sword. He also brought deodorant as he wanted to smell good when he finally met the princess and he brought along a small colourful box. He put it all in a bag, said a short prayer for success and was on his way to save his princess.

He spent countless of days searching high and low for his princess. He never rested, nor did he sleep for there was no time to be wasted. Whenever he felt tired, he thought of his princess and the thought of her inspired him and gave him strength to go on. The more he thought of her, the more he was filled with determination to continue his journey.

Alas, he finally saw the tower in the distance and he rejoiced. He did not fear the numerous badlings that were guarding the tower for his princess was within reach. He readied himself, and drew his sword and faced the legion of badlings that were coming his way.

The first badling approached and they engaged in battle.

He swung his fist.
It bent backward and felt his knuckles swish past its nose.
It kicked.
He ducked.
He drew his sword, lifted it high and with one mighty swing, he crushed the first badling.


The other badlings came charging at him. Mr prince was outnumbered 5 to 1, but he didn’t fear them for the love for his princess blinded his fears. He engaged them head on, like a real man. The badlings attacked mr prince ferociously. They swung their weapons at him but mr prince overcame every single attack. Their attacks, he parried with his trusty sword. He maneuvered his body skillfully dodging them. And with his sword, they struck his enemies one by one by one by one by one. He emerged triumphant over the badlings.

The big mean baddie saw all of this happening and was boiling with rage! It grumbled to itself and complained ‘if you want a job well done, you got to do it yourself’. It picked up her weapon and headed to the battle field.

From afar they saw each other and they inched closer to each other with every step taken. Finally, they came face to face- the hero of the day, and the kidnapper of his beloved princess. They stared into each other’s eyes for a long long time. After realizing that neither would flinch, they drew their weapons and the battle begun.

He swung his sword.
It blocked.
It swung its pitch fork.
He parried.


And their battle carried on. It was a long and tiring one- it lasted 3 days. Finally, the decisive moment came. The big mean baddie swung her weapon striking mr prince’s heel. He screamed in pain for it really really hurt. But mr prince didn’t give up. He couldn’t. His princess needed him. Again, he lifted his sword up high and with one mighty blow, he crushed the big mean baddie’s head. He defeated the big mean baddie once and for all and the battle drew to a close.

Mr prince looked around at the battle field. The felt the sweat on his brow and the wind on his face, he heard the trees swaying and saw the ground was blood soaked red. The air- it smelled. Yes it smelled. It smelled of victory!

Now all that mr. prince had to do was to rescue his princess from the tower. Yes, the tower that is so high in the clouds that no eye could ever see, nor any man could ever reach. But you see, mr prince was no ordinary man- he was the perfect man. And so the ascent to the top of the tower began. He climbed the narrow stairway that spiraled all the way to the top, one step at a time.

Meanwhile, ms princess high up in the tower was watching all that was happening down below. She heard the crowds cheer when the big mean baddie was defeated and she knew that her prince will be coming soon to save her. So she groomed herself, and did her hair, put on her makeup and perfume. Her heart was beating with anticipation, awaiting her prince to rescue her and burst open the door of the tower which kept her captive. Yes, the tower so high in the clouds that no eye could ever see, nor any man could ever reach.

Mr prince on the other hand wasted no time hurrying up the stairs. The only thing that kept them apart was time. The faster he could reach the top, the sooner he’ll see her princess. He eventually reached the top of the stairway and now, all that separated them was a door.

But before he broke down the door, he strew open the contents of his bag. He grabbed his deodorant and applied it, making him smell really really good. He also grabbed the small box wrapped in colourful paper. Now, he was all set to break down the door. He took a few steps back, and charged at the door with all his might. He gave it a mighty kick and the door came down. Behind the door was his beloved princess and they were finally reunited.

They spent many hours catching up, telling each other how happy they were to see each other again and they professed their love for each other. Amidst their chatter, mr prince then remembered the small box wrapped in colourful paper which he brought along. He reached for it and offered it to ms princess. In it was a ring! And there and then, on the tower so high in the clouds that no eye could ever see, nor any man could ever reach he proposed to ms princess, and she accepted.

Many months later their wedding day came and the groom awaited her bride in the local church. And he waited, and waited and waited.. And he’s still waiting.