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A Franciscan Benediction

Mon, 12 Oct 2009 09:26:12 GMT

May God bless you with discomfort
At easy answers, half-truths, and superficial relationships
So that you may live deep within your heart.

May God bless you with anger
At injustice, oppression, and exploitation of people,
So that you may work for justice, freedom and peace.

May God bless you with tears
To shed for those who suffer pain, rejection, hunger and war,
So that you may reach out your hand to comfort them and
To turn their pain into joy.

And may God bless you with enough foolishness
To believe that you can make a difference in the world,
So that you can do what others claim cannot be done
To bring justice and kindness to all our children and the poor.

Death is not Dying

Wed, 20 May 2009 18:23:25 GMT

Mother of 2 with terminal cancer. I usually don't like to watch testimonies of people (esp if they're dying cause it's depressing and i'm cynical) but was just drawn to watch it cause of her graceful demeanour. I especially appreciate her honesty and gentleness.

sobering

Wed, 20 May 2009 17:03:08 GMT

John Piper to President Obama on Abortion

MJ

Thu, 07 May 2009 12:34:25 GMT

This is probably old news...

Marc Jacobs’ Skin Cancer Awareness Campaign

But I WANT ONE!

Especially Helena Christensen or Winona Ryder or The Men of MJ.

We should have these here. Singaporeans are suckers (supporters) of fashion for a cause.
Killing 2 birds with one stone, just the way we like it.

what matters

Sun, 26 Apr 2009 17:29:57 GMT

O blessed self-seeking that gave us a being and well-being;
that makes no advantage by it, but gives advantage!
He hath the honour of all, but we have the profit of all.

- Hugh Binning

wonder

Fri, 24 Apr 2009 04:09:16 GMT

Don't ever want to lose my sense of wonder of You.
Whose hands flung stars into space?

"Nations are in uproar, kingdoms fall;
He lifts His voice, the earth melts." Psalm 46:6

Thanks for grand glimpses of your beauty even here.
The magnificent sun setting over awkward places like Bedok and TP, dyeing the sky all shades of pink and tangerine.

blunt

Thu, 23 Apr 2009 20:03:15 GMT

Think before i speak. i offend myself yo.

I like taking exams. in a huge hall with just me and my mind (which somehow functions extremely well under exam conditions, thank God)
Can't wait for my papers!
(I know i blog like a sec 2 kid, but i dont really care)

Too tired to think in coherent sentences so i'll think in bullet-point.
Dreading june though cause i'm plan-less for hols. aussie with szeech or volunteer in yunnan/india

AWESOME
makes me wanna pick up guitar even though i've little musical talent

facebook

Tue, 21 Apr 2009 17:14:25 GMT

This is exactly why I don't have facebook.

"Today, I checked my facebook, and my wife of 5 years was listed as single. I then write on her wall that it is ok to announce to be married. She writes back saying that we have to talk and to come to the kitchen. My wife divorced me over facebook. FML"

And cause I don't need another thing to be obsessed about.

I'm LOVING Chuck! (not from gossip girl, the TV show)

Go HERE for a pick-me-up: www.fmylife.com

while surfing...

Fri, 03 Apr 2009 16:42:24 GMT

POIGNANT

More at:
Fifty People One Question

Also check out:
Peeping Tom - a set on Flickr
Genius use of his toilet and imagination. Beautiful photography.

Pencil and Charcoal Drawings - Fine Art.

Sun, 29 Mar 2009 17:45:09 GMT

Pencil and Charcoal Drawings - Fine Art.
by J.D. Hillberry

gorgeous and how real?!
artist kinda looks like brad pitt or is it just me?

Natto and Blue Cheese

Fri, 27 Mar 2009 18:43:45 GMT

WOW, potent i'll bet!

The Travelling Hungryboy: Natto and Blue Cheese on Baguette

Sometimes i stumble onto "the travelling hungryboy's" website and wish i was in his shoes.

will check it out someday.

Fri, 27 Mar 2009 07:26:00 GMT

How I Met Your Mother = HIMYM
watch!

also, craig ferguson

www.youtube.com/watch

love scottish accents!

drats

Wed, 25 Mar 2009 22:33:00 GMT

waiting for my hair to dry
crazy night amid exam prep
Queen's I want to break free & Bon Jovi's You give love a bad name
fireworks, lok lok, empty tank & deflated balloons & tropical fruit body (birds and bees), dvds in my pants, bread & freakishly huge rats
drats!
awesome

HIMYM crave

Fri, 17 Oct 2008 18:01:36 GMT

I'm gonna obey You and love You and serve You and do what You want me to do as long as I live,
simply because You are worthy to be loved, obeyed and served.
And I'm not trying to make a deal with You.

Wed, 08 Oct 2008 06:41:57 GMT

"what do i say now?"

solmayt

Thu, 13 Dec 2007 18:46:21 GMT

this hurts like a bitch. i am the worst blogger ever. anyway this guy is amazing.

i could just let my jaw stay on the floor all day listening to him on repeat. i've stumbled on a world of weird things to amaze me.

there was another courtesy of wanting which was hilariously cringe-worthy and funny but i cant seem to find it.

Thu, 01 Nov 2007 16:35:42 GMT

the world will keep spinning even when mine seems to stop. all i want is for someone else's world to grind to a halt when mine does.

waxing

Mon, 22 Oct 2007 19:27:06 GMT

waxing
lyrical

As one of those guilty of countless crimes against nature and ethics, piracy is one of them, as well as consuming red meat but altogether another story, that. no band would be greater than the Beatles or the Rolling Stones or Pink Floyd or David Bowie or Bob Marley going platinum or multi-platinum, because of piracy and it struck me how agonizing it must be, being in a band and living in the shadows of legends. there is no clear measure of how great a band you are in times like now. even the Eagles, touted the greatest American band by ads on TV, seems like a just another shallow over-used term , bah, "Greatest Band Ever Lived". how do you measure sales in times, how popular bands are, when music is so commonly shared, passed around, trampled on, a last resort for boring minutes wasting away commuting in crowded places? unlike in days of old, when music was cherished and loved and a treat for the mind and soul, when dancing to it truly meant feeling the beat thumping under your feet, the rhythm synchronised with your heartbeat. when people could cry listening, just truly listening and understanding the song as a whole, not just as a tune. "there's a hole in the world tonight, don't let there be a hole in the world tomorrow". appreciating music ,not as what it stands for, not how you portray yourself to others, but for what it REALLY is. not because listening to "but if i let you go, i will never know what my life could be holding you close to me" will make you musical pariah and "blackholes and revelations", won't. not that i have anything against muse or am a huge fan of boybands, not anymore anyway, but westlife probably felt that kind of love to be able to sing it so well, being ballad chart-toppers in my time. while the muse boys self-destructive and often heart-wrenching tunes make me wanna mosh, it just seems like they have experienced so little love. but that's just my narrow-minded opinion on some rock bands. either way, it does not matter. what matters is what touches you. sinatra makes me prance.

SO love your music. appreciate it. listen to it like it means something because hard work was put into every chorus, every minute detail, every word. and its not just music. appreciate how much work it took to bring you up, how hard it was to build your house, to assemble your desk, your windows, your modules in school, your theories at work, your buildings, shopping centres, offices. enjoy everything around you fully, bask in the warmth of the sun, the smell of rain, the view at dusk. look up when you're walking through malls, the architecture, natural light filling the spaces at sundown. soak in life. the feeling of someone staring into your eyes as you ramble on. the sound of your best friend's laughter. the smell of freshly cut green grass. beautiful pictures. absorb all the colour in nature, the well-defined lines in architecture, the amazing world that is technology that is the internet. no matter how cheesy it may sound, live every moment like you won't be able to see it the next day, or hear it again, or feel or smell it again. remember how it feels to lie on someone's shoulders and sit in perfect silence. to have your hand held. to cry. to be kissed on the cheek by your parents. to be kissed at all. to receive three words from the people who mean the world to you. and when u say those three words, mean it. thats all they ever wanted.

Wed, 17 Oct 2007 12:33:19 GMT

i totally understand how people contract OCD, because i'm inching closer to it. watching monk, the defective detective, and disinfecting my floors every other day contributes a whole lot. but some things that i calm myself with is my "walk-in wardrobe", which is in actual fact just a spare bedroom with clothes, bags and belts strewn across the floor. i love cleaning, painting, anything which gives me a sense of satisfaction like blood coursing from my toes to my head and right out of my fingertips.

deranging upon trees fallen under knees proposing questioned glances guttered yin-yang sun

hello my name is

Thu, 11 Oct 2007 18:41:13 GMT

i am bad at introductions. i am excessively open and unguarded. the times when i do hermitise myself are almost always inappropriate. i would hate to be called herman(n). i constantly need to be re-introduced because i am still trying to find myself and have no fixed identity.

i just proved my second sentence.