What are your convictions?
How do convictions become convictions?
When do convictions become rooted as values?
Do convictions = values?

Share with me, if you happen to still chance upon this.

What are your convictions?

Share with me, if you happen to still chance upon this.

dear friend of mine, i so want to tell you that God is the answer to all your problems in life. i so want to let you know that only the love of God can possibly fill that emptiness in you heart. your life is screwed, but God can unscrew that screwed life of yours. i will be praying for your mum next week. my heart aches whenever i think about you. i am praying for you, your mum and your entire family. i love you friend, but i know someone who loves you more than i do.

about tough decisions.

Making tough decisions in life makes one tougher.

i am contemplating on something that i am pretty sure is just an infatuation after shopping at the nearby supermarket last night. i feel like eating all the pocky in the world (esp the rare ones), and collect all the different flavours. so next time when i go overseas, i'll collect all kinds of pocky in different flavours back! i just spent 5 dollars buying those rare pocky at the supermarket just now.

but this i have decided, which is that, when i have my own house in the future, there are a few things i'll make sure i'll never run out of supplies in my own fridge next time.

1) yoghurt

2) milk

4) museli

5) lettuce, cherry tomatoes, bacon bits, tuna and eggs (perfect salad combination!)

i secretly always believed i was born in the right part of the world. i never fancied oily bee hoon for breakfast. milk with museli still beats everything else heads down for the best breakfast on earth. followed by scones and bagels. they rock.

first, before i can even start collecting pocky boxes or buy unlimited supplies of museli, milk, yoghurt, salad, etc. i need to find a job.

and if you are reading this, perhaps you might want to pray for me as well! job hunting's tough i must say. i really really need God's guidance in this, i need step by step guidance. ideally, i would definitely want to get a job that is still closely related to what i love, which is the arts! so i'm really committing all these into God's hands and see what he wants to do with it.

yays! i'll get a job soon by the grace of God, amen! :)

Leadership is lonely.

Yeahs, when you think about it in a self-pity manner.

I've got a God who's by my side 24/7, a God who understands my every thought pattern and emotional ups and downs, my struggles, my cognitive dissonances etc.

Now, who says that leadership is lonely?

What better way can there be to spend a good tuesday with a bunch of people whom you totally love, walking around chinatown and me going broke because I bought things like buttons and ribbons to make accessories for ourselves, us feeling completely satifisfied just by eating food like durian pancake and curry fishballs. Then a good close to 2 hours spent at the favourite christian bookstore in town, where we went crazy and literally BROKE from buying books that write about our one and only favourite man. Not to forget, dinner chalked up to $7.50 when it only served just duck meat, pig intestines and pathetic kway teow. Ended the night off at mos burger with a cup of thirst quenching ice milk tea before we all parted our different ways home.

My legs are aching from all the walking. I am tired. But above all, I was not just satisfied with my new buys, but the time spent with a bunch of loved ones warmed my heart more than anything else.

Pardon the bad sentence structure and grammar. I can't be bothered to edit. hahaha.

This is really bad english. Incoherent sentence structures!

I realised over the months, I have chosen an alternative avenue for my thoughts and reflections over this blog. All my struggles, thoughts, revelations from God, reflections about life or myself - I painstakingly pen each and every single one of them into the pages of my small little journal book.

No wonder this blog is dead.

To be honest, the prevalence of facebook and the convenience to be able to upload chunks and chunks of photos into album meant that the act of uploading photos onto a blog is now totally meaningless.

I had meant to slightly revive this blog with some photos when I realised that people could actually just visit my facebook account and they could easily see ALL my photos.

I will type in my some excerpts from my journal soon, once I overcome the inertia to want to blog about something substantial.