The Ling JC Loves

Jesus, My Superman

2006-07-02T01:11:00.000+08:00

Superman has got to be one of the best movies I've seen in a loooooong time. Well, other than Batman Begins. The parallels bet Superman n Christ were just too uncanny to be coincidental. Haha, maybe Hollywood is seeing some light from the Holy Word. The lines were classic too, such as, "The father becomes the son and the son becomes the father." Ain't that God the Father and Jesus??? God reminded me too that "u're never alone" when Superman was under extenuating circumstance. Er, like when he kena the kryptonite which he's damn allergic 2. Just as JC suffered endlessly on the cross, our 2 hour hero carried the weight of the world or meteorite on his broad shoulders even as the vicious krypt PIERCED him. And he fell like a feather...Like JC, Superman then disappered dutifully from the tomb of the hospital where death nearly sealed his deadly fate. Unduanted by the latent evil personified by Baldie, the freshly resurrected Superman continues doggedly with his mission. Why? Becos' he hears their cries...our cries. For God so loved the world, He gave His only begotten Son that whosoever believes in Him shall NOT perish but have eternal life.

And eternal life begins NOW. Not tomorrow or when we die. Call me Healed Chong. Reinhard Bonnke is surely one guy who has grasped that with a sense of halting german urgency. Hell empty, heaven full. The man practically bellows fire from his nostrils when he preaches. When he gave the altar call for the baptism of fire, I went as well cos' he said there wld b a healing touch. Didn't feel anything per se but the exhortation was a timely reminder, "Do not fear! 4 I am w u!" The joy of the Lord be your strength! Hmm, pretty much what God has been speaking to me thro Pearl (last sunday she prophesied that one day i will preach to millions just as what bonnke said for some of us. Anyway, i took that as a confirmation tho i duno how it's gonna happen) n the sermon i just heard this morning (Christ our all in all). Jesus should b my joy, not even my calling or ministry. The devil comes to steal my joy. He tries to do it with rhinitis, the tongue allergy n their chronic pain/discomfort. With the fear that my dreams will come to naught. It's been really tough the past month. My condition declined after the dastardly chinese treatment of burning up my nasal membrane. The inflammmation got worse I feel like I have even less reasonance than before. In short, I was n m still 2 some degree, devastated.

Even felt giving up on my calling. How does one preach or sing if she can barely speak with an oppressive condition? But seeing Reinhard today encouraged me n sorta rekindled my own fire. I have a destiny, a city on that hill. Ain't no stupid devil gonna stop me. Cos if God is for me, who can be against me? No weapon formed against me shall prosper. By HIS wounds, i AM healED. Spirit of infirmity, u have no place in this temple of the living God, His beloved child. The Ling Jesus loves. By His grace thro faith, I SHALL take my testimony to ALL the places He has designated 4 me even b4 I was formed in my mother's womb. I dun even need to focus on my healing cos Jesus IS my healing. My wisdom, favour, prosperity, wholeness or whatever I lack. In fact, the Lord is my Super Shepherd, hence, I shall not be in want, simply cos He completes me!

Perfect love casts out fear. The joy of knowing how much Jesus loves me shall be my strangth. As i trade my sicknesses n lay down my pain for the joy of the Lord, i shall see my deliverance in the land of the LIVING.

Superman, pl help me!!!!!

;-)

Rest & Rejoice

2006-05-21T00:54:00.000+08:00

This is not a shampoo ad (though the hair is wet at this remote hour of the morning).

"It's not about striving. You already have the healing, Ling" My guitarist, Dan went on emphatically, "It's not about how hard u confess either. Just ask God 2 help your unbelief. Tell Him how u feel. Enjoy the Father's love. All changes come from knowing n receiving that." M so tempted to throw in the towel (again & again) n shriek, "been there, done that" as opposed 2 resting sedately in the knowledge that it's done deal at the cross. Gawd, help my unberif leh. Dun like that leh.

Nonetheless, I thank Abba Daddy that His mercies are new every hour. Really had fun hosting n singing 4 Khee Sern n Grace's wedding dinner last nite. It's a double blessing when clients become friends. Lovely couple. ;) The gal sitting next 2 me at table 18 was sweet too. "You r a real natural on stage," she said sincerely. "Thanks. You shld see me in the schools as an Auntie. Super natural." Lol.

2b fair, God really helped me through the evening in spite of lying symptoms. Ha, ha, ha, stupid devil. The truth is I don't even need to get my healing cos' God's got it 4 me. ;P Mark Hankin's message really warms my hear...Heaven on earth. 2006, a year of acceleration. Amen. Been listening 2 the shepherd's heart by Ps Prince quite a bit 2. The word shepherd has been poppin' up these days. ok, gawd, I get the drift. U r my shepherd n I shall not b in lack. Cos U leadeth me 2 lie down on my mental matress, ie. REST. Quit strivin' in other words. Focus on desired results, not symptoms.

I wish it were that easy.

Still, it won't hurt 2 listen 2 a sermon on the Father's love now b4 i enter noddyland. Had given mine 2 an american gal when I was singing at Blue Bar, Julie. Gosh, it was only in March but it seems like eons ago. Wonder how she is now. Hope she's enjoying the Father's love 2. Gawd help our unberif.

Nite nite Daddy.

Ps. Pl work on my behalf while I am sleeping.

Tens.

Yo beloved Ling
*-)

A dose of december dreams

2005-12-02T10:18:00.000+08:00

Gosh, it's the first day of dec...It can only mean one thing. X'mas is round the corner. Time to start buying pressies..Saw some really cool children literature in a book fair near the ofi yest. Rach n i were drooling over the Noah's Ark storybook - POPOUT some more leh! Only designers doing POP can truly appreciate it, I joked. "Ya, maybe we shld get some for the ofi 2 get creative ideas!!!" was the designer's witty reply. There was even a pop-up on shipwrecks, including Titanic. Amazing... felt like a real kid again...:D

Had a fun time at the wedding we played for last saturday (it's not everyday you get sax). The band was tight man. Heard the recording yest n was blown away. These musicians may be young but they got a brrrrright future lah. Thks guys, tt was pretty phenomenal. Will see how i can put up a track or 2 for yo listening pleasure. *-)

M pretty encouraged. Hv 2 school bookings this week so far. I m optimistic. It's His show afterall. I've done my part by sending the marketing materials so the ball is in Daddy's court liao. ;p

Uncle Ernest popped by last nite n caught us in the middle of "Silent Night." He totally loved Dan's arrangement which was superb. "Eh, u sound better, what did u do?" he asked as I managed a half intelligible, "Nothing!" N in the same breath, "God is blessing me!" If only the facts be made known, that I can barely articulate n much less sing cos' of the inflammation. But the truth, is and will be, I kept reminding myself on the stage, by His stripes I m healed! I AM gonna get better. The nose's gotta get a positive boost so let's make up for lost time.

I guess that's really God's grace. Despite the calamity that threatened to knock the wind outta my sails and dreams, He makes up for it in other ways. By engaging my heart to express the pathos, the ear hears it and the heart feels it. I trust all will be well and better. Soon.

The journey of faith is such. There are the ups and downs. But along the merry way, my Father plants flowers of love to remind this damsel-in-distress He has not forgotten. So I SHALT dwell in the cradle of today's grace n look forward to the gig later at Traders. Just last year, on one of our frequent trips to Tanglin Mall from Eng Lok Mansion (it was so "lok" that i killed at least 5 centipedes in my stay thr), Huiyi and I were walking past the hotel. Predictably, the lovable gal went, "Wahhhhh, the buffet there very nice one!!!!!" I had to practically tear away her button nose plastered to the glass. Kinda distracting for the diners if u noe what i mean. But tonight, I will be one of them cos' dinner is provided! The stupendous buffet! Oysters?!! ;P...

It's all come full circle after one year. Uncanny. Got so many things weighing on my mind but only one thing is needful. Resting in His love 4 He shall supernaturally accomplish all thincs 4 His beloved. December shall be a witness to dreams unfolding before me.

2006, hang in there 4 a bit, won't u?

Inspiring Quotes

2005-11-29T15:29:00.000+08:00

Was looking at some quotes for work, came across these that reasonated. Best enjoyed with a spot of tea and a dash of scones:

God give us dreams to accomplish for him. Never give up on your dreams. - Anon

Your stumbling block will never become your stepping stone until you step on it. - Silton Townsend

Look well to this day. Yesterday is but a dream and tomorrow is only a vision. But today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope. Look well therefore to this day. - Francis Gray

Overcoming fear and worry can be accomplished by living a day at a time or even a moment at a time. Your worries will be cut down to nothing. - Dr. Robert Anthony

"Do you love me because I am beautiful, or am I beautiful because you love me?" - Cinderella

I believe God is managing affairs and that He doesn't need any advice from me. With God in charge, I believe everything will work out for the best in the end. So what is there to worry about. - Henry Ford

Can things truly get better?

2005-11-28T17:38:00.000+08:00

I m in a genuine state of despair.

Itz probably illegal 2 blog now but I just need 2 vent before i doing anything productive.

The nose has been hurting the whole day and my tongue still feels sour.

Talk about sour grapes.

It's so easy to listen to the devious voice of condemnation when one is down. "Maybe it's your _____ that's causing all these health problems." Fill in the blanks. On your own.

Rhinitis can't be treated. Acoording to my mom's friend who has it. So does her kids apparently. Some Great Physician of The The Great Wall of China said that.

Ok. I'm angry. Upset. And I feel possibly defeated.

Am i really growing roots? Do i really have to contend with such fierce trials n firey challenges in order to become the person He wants me to be so that i can do the things He wants me to do?

"Be of good of cheer for I have already overcome." says Jesus.

I'm trying, Lord.

But it's just so hard.

A life characterised by days on end of pain is really a pain in the ass. I have claimed (healing). Rejected lying symptoms. Wept. Wrung my heart and tears dry. To no avail...

God, u gotta show up.

If not, i'm dead.

Both Are Essential To Life!

2005-11-28T17:24:00.000+08:00

Was feeling even more down, then i click on another forward...this time from tammy. Dunno who wrote it but i had tears in my eyes reading it...thks...

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GOOD DAYS GIVE YOU HAPPINESS,
BAD DAYS GIVE YOU EXPERIENCES
BOTH ARE ESSENTIAL TO LIFE!

This is a very beautiful message worth passing on to everyone.
One day I decided to quit...I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality... I wanted to quit my life.

I went to the woods to have one last talk with God.

"God", I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"

His answer surprised me..."Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"
"Yes", I replied.

"When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them. I gave them light. I gave them water. The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo.

In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful. And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo." He said. "In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed.

But I would not quit. In year four, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed. I would not quit."

He said. "Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant...But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.

It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive.

I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle."

He said to me. "Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots?"
"I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you."
"Don't compare yourself to others."

He said. "The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern. Yet they both make the forest beautiful."

"Your time will come", God said to me. "You will rise high"

"How high should I rise?" I asked.

"How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return.

"As high as it can?" I questioned

"Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can."

I left the forest and bring back this story. I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you. He will never give up on you.

Never regret a day in your life.
Good days give you happiness; bad days give you experiences; both are essential to life

Hope In Love

2005-11-28T17:21:00.000+08:00

Was feeling down and read this forward from a friend...

November 26, 2005

"Hope in Love"
-- Victoria Boyson

God's passion is seeing you walk in all that He has for you.

"His pleasure is not in the strength of the horse, nor his delight
in the legs of a man; the Lord delights in those who fear him, who put
their hope in his unfailing love." --Psalm 147:10-11 (NIV)

I know that sometimes it is very difficult to trust in God while
waiting for the development of your destiny. But we hope not in hope
itself; we put our hope in God's unfailing love for us. And His love
for us is strong enough to sink our hope into, because in the vast
creation of the whole universe, His delight . . . is in you.

Our Father's Pleasure

I love the way David expresses himself in Psalm 147. He says our
Father's pleasure is not in the great strength of a horse or the
strength in the legs of a man. Of course, He made these things and is
pleased with them, but they are not what He delights in. Yes, God has
the stars, the moon, and the sun that He could delight in, but they do
not hold any great pleasure for Him. What God is passionate about is
not the world He has created. They were only gifts He made for the one
He loves to enjoy. What He delights in, my friend, is YOU.

You are the apple of God's eye. You are what He is passionate about.
Not the great white whale, the Hawaiian Islands, or the Rocky
Mountains--but you. And when you turn your gaze toward Him, His heart
skips a beat. You are what He loves--the great passion He delights in.
And those who hope in His love for them, He will not deny.

Hoping in His Goodness

Your hope in God is the greatest honor and praise that you could give
Him; it delights Him. You could not show your love for God any greater
than by hoping in His goodness and trusting in His love. God wants for
you to really know that He is good. And when you do, He will stop at
nothing to bless you.

Unfailing Love

It is difficult to wait and hope. But let's think about what we are
hoping in . . . His unfailing love. God's love is not fickle like
man's love. No, Psalm 145:8 says, "The Lord is gracious and
compassionate, slow to anger and rich in love." His love is
unconditional. We think we understand His love, but really we do not.
If we did, we would not treat others the way that we do.

God does not stop loving us when we fail. He does not want us to fail
because He knows it will hurt us, but He definitely does not stop
loving us. His red-hot love for us does not cool either. He loves us
as much today as He will ever love us in our lifetime. He knew exactly
what He could expect from us before He first chose us, and He chose us
anyway.

Seasons Change

Flowers do not bloom year round, but do we lose faith in them because
they stop blooming for a time? No we don't, because we understand the
different seasons they go through. And God understands that we go
through different seasons and changes. Sometimes we bloom, and
sometimes we don't.

God loves us and appreciates us just as much as when we are not in
bloom because He knows all and sees all. You may be going through a
difficult time right now, but God looks ten years into your future and
smiles. He never panics when we make mistakes; He just uses our
mistakes for His glory. That is the love we hope in.

There is a time when every pot is a lump of clay, but God looks at
that lump of clay and sees a beautiful pot!

"'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the Lord, 'plans
to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a future and a
hope.'" --Jeremiah 29:11 (NIV)

No matter what you are going through right now, God's plans for you
remain the same. When a little child is just learning to walk and
happens to fall down, his parents do not become angry with him. They
do not get upset with him because he falls. Instead, they rejoice in
the fact that he is trying to walk. They do not regard it as a
failure, but enjoy watching him learn. And your Father in Heaven sees
you exactly the same way.

God never gives up. No matter how many times we fail, His plans for us
never change. We may have to endure a time of chastisement or setback,
but His plans for us never change. He will never give up on us,
either, because He sees the finished product.

The Least of the Least

In Judges 6, the Israelites were crying out to God to save them from
the Midianites, Amalekites, and other eastern countries who raided
their land and left no living thing for Israel to survive on. They
were desperate and prayed to God for help. The help God sent was
Gideon. God had great plans for Gideon, but Gideon did not see it in
himself. There was greatness in him, but he felt inadequate for the
job and even argued with God about choosing him to lead Israel (v 15).

God spoke to Gideon and told him to "go in the strength you have."
When Gideon argued and asked, "How can I save Israel?" God's answer
was simple. He said, "I will be with you" (Judges 6:16). The answer to
all of Gideon's inadequacies was the same, "I will be with you."
Gideon was left with only one answer and that was to hope in God's
unfailing love for him; that was enough.

Even though Gideon was the least of the least of the tribes of Israel
(see Judges 6:15), God used him to change a nation. And He will use
you in the same way because He delights in those who put their hope in
His unfailing love (see Psalm 147:11). You may feel like nothing
special right now, but God sees greatness in you. He sees a mighty
warrior!

There is Greatness in You

As with Gideon, God sees greatness in you. For much of your life, that
greatness may be kept a secret, but it is still in you. God is
faithfully preparing you for your destiny. He is molding you into the
person He desires you to be: the kind of person who is bold enough to
know that there is greatness inside of himself, but humble enough to
know where that greatness comes from.

It can be very troubling for you to believe in your destiny when you
feel inadequate, but let me assure you, there is greatness in you. And
you will, like Gideon, fulfill your destiny in God. He will have His
way with you, if you place your hope in His unfailing love. Put your
hope in the fact that you know He loves you and that He desperately
wants what is best for you. He wants to make your dreams come true. He
wants to bless you more than you want to be blessed.

Hope in God. Hope in love. Let go of fear, for your destiny is in good
hands. He is able to do above and beyond all that you could ask or
hope or dream (see Ephesians 3:20). He is driven by love. His passion
is you and seeing you walk in all that He has for you, and He will do
whatever it takes to get you there. After all, it was His idea to call
you in the first place, and He will finish what He began in you.

You are on the adventure of your life, so remember to enjoy the
process. Enjoy every aspect of your journey with your heavenly Father
who loves you. And praise God with your smile. At a time like this,
the best thing to do is smile because you are in God's hands.

"The Lord will fulfill his purpose for me; your love O Lord,
endures forever--do not abandon the works of your hands." -- Psalm
138:8

Pray this with me:

Dear Father,

Help me to see Your love for me and help me to hold on to Your love. I
want to see myself the way that You see me. Help me to trust, believe,
and hope.

My prayer for you:

Dear Father,

I ask You to bless this dear saint with everything they will need to
see the birth of their destiny come to pass. Anoint them for Your
purposes and help them to succeed. Help them to know of Your great
love for them and help them to trust in that love. Please send people
to them who will represent Your heart toward them.

Victoria Boyson
Speaking Life Ministries
www.boyson.org

Divine Coincidences

2005-11-25T13:38:00.000+08:00

Have you ever had a fleeting thought, "Haven't seen so n so for so long...". And then you bump into that person. With or without realising it.

It was just another gig at barc on wed nite.
Dan'd already started playing carol instrumentals 2 weeks ago. Remind me to get the x'mas lyrics. Great season 4 doing "Mary, did u know", "You were the reason", "X'mas isn't xmas", haha, mayb even some hard-core worship. Not forgetting an altar call 2 receive Christ. Cos when u hv JC, u have EVERYthinc. Who needs Santa?? ;P

Eh, seriously, even if u dun come down for my singing, u gotta come down just for the guitarist. I can just sit back, listen and be in awe. I'm sure even gawd inclines His merry ear and goes, "Hohoho..." He's that good loh.

But that wasn't my central thesis.
After the first set was over, vk gave me a card, "Just now a guy told me to pass it to u." Curious, I read.

"Ling, Drop me an e-mail or give me a call. Great singing, just like before."

Jonathan
Raffles Hall
Block 6

Jonathan! It was only a few days ago I thought of how we'd squabbled in the kitchenette over my incessant commentary during TV programmes. It almost got nasty. Engineering vs Arts.

Joyce crossed my mind this week as well, about how she'd got me the Stan Chart gig n reminded me to tithe...so guess who I bumped into last nite at parkway???? Joyce and her bf!!!!. "We must meet JJ and catch up!" she gushed as we exchanged numbers. Check this out, today on my way to work...a curly head emerged from the stairs of the bus.

JJ!!!!!

Things were getting real spooky. But in a nice n fuzzy way.

Was talking to another JJ over lunch about stuff and how "coincidences" happen when one is in tune with himself. Before we split, he showed me Pastor's sermon on "Expect good things to happen to u." Some pple dun expect good things cos they dun thinc they deserve it, JJ suggested. Hmm...

When I got back to my table in office, I picked up a mag one of the designers, Jess, had lent me just before lunch. The first page turned to had this to say, "If u dun develop the habit of expecting good things to come your way, then you're not likely to receive anything good. If u dun expect things, they probably won't. If all u expect is more of the same, that's all u're going 2 have. Our expectations set the boundaries (God is limited to) for our lives...Low expectations will trap u in mediocrity."

What God does to get my attention - he'll even resort 2 women's magazine!!! The sub-header of the article?

EXPECT THE BEST!!!! Fwah, Abba Daddy really does love me lah.

Ps. Oh, btw, did i tell u i bumped into Dan at least 5 times earlier this year?

Phra Yeshu Kao Jai (part1)

2005-11-15T15:24:00.000+08:00

Jesus Understands...

It's interesting how God uses unlikely candidates to accomplish His purposes. Only He knows why I had to 2 bring a drama of hope to Thailand 2 weeks though I was feeling devoid of hope. A land plagued with prostitution, drugs n suicide. Cos' when u have children as young as 5 years old killing themselves, the Land of Smiles suddenly looks sinister...

Was feeling really stressed out the eve of departure. Primarily over my health. What if I never get healed of rhinitis? Go ahead and recoil at my faithlessness. Some call it spiritual attack. Or vulnerability. An unguarded mind. My mom was sweet though. "We'll get you a good doc when u come back girl. Oh ya, try not to eat birds with flu while u r there ok?!" So it was with a heavy heart, teary glands and blocked nose that I went to sleep with...how could i tell the kids of nong khai that Jesus cares if I wasn't sure He understood my pain?

Woke up the next day feeling more hopeful. Rhinitis ain't Aids so it can't be thaaaaat bad. With that new-found conviction burning in my heart, i packed my barang and props for the show. And off we went to Nong Khai (thks to Finair n Nokair)! The gals, Felicia and June (aka shanti n junita) were fab. Felicia is clearly born 2b an actress. As for June, she was just being herself. Versatile as usual, tripling up for 3 roles (the prostitudinal friend, doctor n yes, even the devil). Behsais, chew all rox!!! Shanti, keep pursuing yo gift in acting n Junita, chew r THE VP logistics of time immemorial lah. The immaculate heart of log sia. Prease be keeping yo solicititious red outfit for the grandchildren hor. Of kars, kudos to bavey who demonstrated extraordinaire digital mastery of the soundtrack for the show. Thanks bro! ;P

It was great seeing the hands going up after each show. 8 schools altogether over 3 days. Thank God for Deow who shared his awesome (only cos' it's all abt God) testimony of how he was healed of AIDS last year (that's rite, all 4 letters, no typo abt tt) by Jesus!!!!! For nothing is impossible with God, so what's rhinitis to Him??? But it clearly wasn't abt me. It was abt the hundreds of kids who were being ministered to through the drama. Kids from violent families, kids steeped in drugs, kids trying out prostitution to buy nice things or just one kid planning to end his life and suffering...

Jeff and Tammy were amazing, the missionaries stationed there. The unassuming gal who calls herself The Housewife is one dedicated dynamite ferrying us around, practically to the ends of the earth, with one school located in a remote village. Jeff was The Holy Terror, what an evagelist! I learnt so much from just watching him (heh, even got to preach briefly in the Boys' Technical School). But the children at the Boy's Home were my most beautiful and poignant memories. Looking at their faces, some hopeful, some bleak, I understood why I've been called to develop roadshows for developed and developing nations invaded by MTV. The angst, the sorrow and all the cyclical suffering Thailand is subject to by conspiratorial socio-economic forces of darkness. And the hope the Thais need for their broken bodies, hearts and homes.

Jesus Himself.

The unbeatable singularity of being

2005-10-28T03:15:00.000+08:00

Was a harrowing journey to barc last nite. Running late, i dashed across the road n flagged a cab. 2 came, the classic Passenger's Dilemma. Jumped in2 the second one that'd stopped rite in front of me. BIG mistake. The minute we took off, the other cab sped after us. Driving next to us, he wound down the window n started swearing. It's about time to start satellite counselling services for cabbies i tell ya. Can the gahmen pl throw in medical benefits for them while we're at it? Mebe, then the cabbies will start a pro-gahmen campaign on the roads, "Eh, i tell u har, our singapore gahmen is the best in the whole wai werld! U know hor..." The power of taxi-tourism, brot 2 u by ntuc very-fair-price cabs.

A relatively quiet evening. A couple sitting in front of us was obviously NOT there for the music. Dan turned to me mid-song n muttered, "they are distracting me," and then a few seconds later, "It's EVEN harder 2b single when couples act like that sia." Sniggering at his stoic resentment set in flint, i threw in my cheerful consolation just before the chorus.

"TELL ME ABOUT IT LAH!"

When friends as young as a quarter of a century are making marriage plans, it really makes a damn attractive and 20-somthinc, albeit, single woman start wondering what is wrong. Not with her per se. No, no, NO! But the sneaky question rears its interrogatory head from the long-forgotten, dusty closet.

"VAI GAWD VAI?!!!"

When i was 25, i was with the wrong guy. Right in every way but just wrong for yos truly. M i fussy? Yes. M i picky? Most definitely. Particular? U bet! But hey, getting married is not like buying tow gay from the wet market. It's not about value for money. Buy 100 towgays, get one free. Buy 1000, get 10 free and so on. It's about getting that ONE BIGGEST, FRESHEST n JUICIEST towgay b4 Jesus karms back.

i try nart 2 spend 2 much time revisiting the past. "Was" (wrong) is past tense and goneded with the wind. I m a new creation, no doubt about it. In fact, a couple months back i actually bumped in2 a ger who mite b with the ex. We were exchanging pleasantries when it suddenly occurred 2 me like enlightening lightning how different we were, ie, how GRET she cld b 4 him. Mentally expressing my heartfelt blessings for them the very same hour in the washroom later, i felt a great pisssssss. Blessings on my head ah. Heh.

Yet after many wintry months, i still choose 2 remain "on the shelf" (under the "cooking" section or rather what's not). So what has it got me? Itz hard 2 quantify the anticipation and freedom of holding out for the Appointed One (appointed to take my naaaaansens and us to the nations for MINISTRY, not holiday lah). The ONE who will er, share his bicycle with me as we fulfil our intertwined destinies in tandem. The romantic fairy-folklore of Tortoise & Hare comes instantly to mind. The fun of bantering (u should hv turned rite just now!!!), a stolen glance (eh, why u steal my towel?!), meaningful silence (not too long) in the car and shared dreams (my shoulder is not your pillow loh).

BUT in the meantime, I thank the almighty gawd. For friends (esp, the long-suffering ones, chew know who chew r) and Jesus who's been holding my hand. That nail scarred hand that put His lover far from Himself on the cross so that I may have mine.

By 27th Aug 2006!!!! ;D

Belovedling

2005-10-27T09:47:00.000+08:00

Gee, a million thincs hv transpired since the last post. The most recent being getting a new gig in the east last week. Due to start this friday...all i can say is that it's always in gawd's timing. Divine, Appointed and Puuuurfect - DAP!!!!
It was just earlier in the year i was trying to get another spot. Yes, I AM favoured n I can craim all the favour I want BUT He's still a gawd of predestination who knows the best for me. So at the right time, the right door opens so that beloved ling can walk right through it. Sharkeded lah, sharkeded. *sharkeded = shockeded.

Heading off to nong khai with june n felicia next monday nite on our "save the impressionables from becoming prostitutes" campaign. A mouthful there but always worth it when it comes to snatching souls from the fiery abyss of living hell. Prostitudinal purgatory. The girls have been a real joy 2 work with. Talented actresses and quick with improv ideas. Wld hv been sooo boooring without them...nong khai here we karm!!! Remind me to hv the full script out by tomolo..:P

Gosh, itz freezing in the ofi. I m sitting like rite smack in front of the aircon. Itz positively aggravating my rhinitis. Bad 4 singing, weri bad. I weri sad. How, gawd? The partition is due soon. I hope it helps. :(

Okies, that's all for now. Beta chop chop finish up n trot down 2 barcelona later. Predisposed to sing in wine bars, from the looks of it. Not cos i'm w(h)iney i hope. But one thing for sure, I get better with age!

Heh.

How to live happily

2005-10-05T10:23:00.001+08:00

I m positively jealous.
My colleagues' dog is getting a massage now. Maybe we should hv an office sitcom n call it Massaging Monster or It's A Dog's Life.

Envy.
It positively destroys the potential for happiness by the root canal and proceeds to methodically gnaw a person away, decaying his hope and dreams til the final state of inert despair. Paralyzing inhibition of one's capacity to enjoy the present (itz a gift i tell u) and what one already has. Maybe it's not even that. Just a perpetual state of discontent beginning with the errant, "if only -" n ending with "what if -".

The quest for happiness has been largely elusive. Empires rise and fall. Stock markets burn and crash. Bali bombed and blasted. Ideological expansion is a dangerous thing. Pathologically pursued at the expense of seemingly a few, albeit, precious lives. For the greater good, it's all for the greater good, the holy terrorists claim. A vicious circle that never ends, like a merry-go-round gone terribly wrong.

Is it possible to live happily (if one even gets past today)? Or is it just some frustrating ideological construct fashioned by advertisers? Eat, wear and breathe (in the case of air fresheners) this n get closer to nirvana. Which unfortunately always stays two steps ahead of you once a new/bestest version or product appears on the scene. No, a voice whispers seductively in2 yo subliminal, "u'll ONLY b happy if u _____" The material becomes immaterial when one realises that while circumstances or phone models change, one thing remains. No, not yakuuun kaya toast.

Guilt n happiness cannot coexist in the same living room. Not the kind of happiness derived from a brief snort, self-mutilation or whole night long orgy. u wake up with a hangover n bad headache, wondering if u gonna get aids from the last trip. Fly me to Pluto is after all a one way ticket. Pleasure defined happiness being nerve-endings driven, lasts only as long as the experience or serendipitous encounter itself. Reason why some deliberately seek out compulsive and serial pleasure. Till the amphetemine runs out n they can no longer numb themselves. Others bury themsleves in work til they RIP. Rest In Pain. Until death intervenes, itz oft that same repetitous cycle. Feel bad about yourself -> surf porn -> feel good momentarily -> feel worse -> surf more porn. Pleasure obliterates pain, temporally...fleetingly...It does not detract from yo feelings of guit. Compounding them with a vengeance. Is there no way out then?

There is this multi-billion dollar business out there cos' pple wanna b happier. By being taller, smarter, prettier and richer. Or at least look taller, smarter, prettier and richer. We r all in the business of making ourselves feel better until the next thing comes along to point out how ugly we are. And that's what we're truly afarid of. How freaking ugly we really are on the inside. So we hide it with career goals, terrorist agendas, dogmatic theology, fancy curtains, waterproof wallpaper, ici paint (read: make-up) n blah blah. We are just SO bloody scared of being FOUND OUT. But the ugliest thing has got to be Jesus on the cross. We have no King, the jews hissed n spat (no holocaust part2 here pl. gawd loves them n so do i) on His face. The Man who healed the blind and delivered the demon possessed. Who came to save them. Nailed down by hatred, upheld by God's love, He hung on. Still they cheered the roman soldiers on as they whipped Him to shreds. Tearing Him apart and breaking His heart. You want terrorism in its true essence?

Still the Father deemed it necessary. That whosover believes will not perish but have eternal life. That we may have life and have it abundantly. That we may experientially luxuriate in the greatest Love of all times. That we may break free from what keeps us from true happiness...cos' the only innocent hostage needed 2b taken had yielded Himself unadulteratedly. For a happier today and tomorrow. So stop spilling your own blood, my friend.

The price has already been paid

Letter To Zee

2005-09-30T02:21:00.000+08:00

From: Zeenath
To: anuja .w, ling, "Nair, Gayathri", "Amrita Khadilkar", Dawn Fernandez
Subject: Am back
Date: Thu, 29 Sep 2005 10:14:40 +0800

Hey gals, am back. Chiang Mai was lovely. It was a real tiring holiday as we went climbing, trekking, white water rafting, elephant trekking, etc. Every muscle in my body hurts....just goes to show how unfit I am. We went over to Laos for a couple of hours. And went up to the border of Burma. The first few days we stayed, outside Chiang Mai, in these huts at the edge of a fanatstic limstone mountain. In the morning you would see the mist settling down - very dreamy. We visited a beautiful buddhist temple which was set in the mountains - we climbed right to the top and had a fantastic view of the surrounding forest and mountains. Whilst trekking in the jungle we ended up losing our bearings and having to hitch hike back to our hut.In the evenings the sun set early, so it was task finding our way back toour hut on the country roads (which didn't have any street lamps!!!). It was so dark you could not even see your hand in front of your face. Teh highlight for me, was visiting teh villages of the hill tribes. Tribespeople dress in very distictive costumes with bright colours andfanstastic silver jeweelery. Most inteersting , was the Karen hilltribe (also known as the 'long neck hilltribe - whose females wear heavy brass
rings around their necks, knees and even ears). the weight of the brass rings weigh down their shoulders and so it gives the impression that these women have extremely long necks. It's usual for them to wear up to 28 rings around their necks.

How is everyone doing?

Gayathri: Did karthik get my email wishing him a gd b'day? How was the celebration?

Amrita: have you settled into Melbourne and your new home?

Dawn: haven't heard from you in ages. How are you? Did you get into the Conversion Law course?

take care y'all

love
me

Best regards,
Zeenath
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hey zeeeeeenaaaart!

what a difference a day makes! finally back har?! missed ya dear, heh. if ttz even legal in the 1st place. Considering u were there having a jolly good time dragging a deadweight backside up some unidentifiable mountain (so wld yo corspe b, karm 2 thinc of it, if u got guys got like, irretrievably lost) while i sat comfortably on mine. Mebbe we shld hv a contest n call it the Battle of Behsais (thai colloquial for backside). Married vs Singerl, hahahahaha...;P

speaking of showdowns. Singapore Academy of Law is debating against MDA on 21st Oct (friday evening) at the supreme court n guess who was invited to perform loh??? the best part is the media will b there loh. i totally c how all this is falling in2 place, "halo, i m singer-kopiwriter looking 4 guitarist-lohyer." the media dar-ling of the day i tell u loh...any way, i hv attached the pdf on the event, really q a witty read loh. u lohyers take yoselves 2 seriouslyyyyy lah (JOKE hor, prease dun sue me) i tell u. ok, mebe not u. special discount for one of my oldest, long lasting, durable n ever ready friends. *clap*

jobfront, i constantly thk gawd i m still relevant to the scheme of ALL thincs concerning Cutting Edge Printers n Next Generation Laptops. sweet or vart rite?!! boss n me r even hanging out at some screenwriter's event later (dun worry he got his wife's permission, she's a cool chick. corrinne may's friend somemore ). my pt is this: when was the last time, u n yo boss did stuff together?!!! har, har?!! hahhaha...okokok. will cut u some slack for the sake of congenial relations over lunch next week at a certain IT shopping centre. c vart i mean, i can run but can't hide from them ambusing soft n hardware. ;P

okies, i beta stop goofin'. believe it or not i actually derive great pleasure from writing such twisted emails to a friend whom i know appreciates the humour, albeit, directed at her puny behsai. the grand plan 4 lunch later is to trot off 2 chinatown n hunt down a cheap but good pearl necklace. cos if i look good later, my boss will look even better. remind me 2 mention this in the next staff appraisal.

Pearl Centre, here i karm!!!! ;D

ps. btw, i thinc u shld quit yo job n write travel journals instead. i will buy one.

c u soon dear n hv an incredibly blessed week or what's left of it,
ah ling

To rebond or perm???

2005-09-26T17:28:00.000+08:00

hey folks, should i straighten or perm my hair?

Tag your vote now!

THANKS HOR

;P

By His Stripes, i WAS healed

2005-09-23T04:32:00.000+08:00

It's good to be back!

I haven't blogged for ages BUT:

"There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit. (KJV)" Romans 8:1

Thank gawd. I guess it's kinda difficult 2 blog on a reg basis, ie, everyday. What if:

1) nobody is reading
2) somebody thinks my silly statements r seditious
3) the same stupid, ignoramus of a somebody who has nothing better to do wants to take me to court for raving about engrish men. "What u mean? Singaporean men no good meh?!!"

Au contraire. The few good men cld very well be found in the new place I work. As for the 2 ang mohs, a shy, retiring lot. One I keep bumping in2. Twice in bus 197 and he was reading. Possible pick-up line, "Eh, is this the same book as last time? Hurry up so I can bolo lah." Very glam. Totally polished. Absolutely poised. In other words, Complete Idiocy.
Idiocy is just like an unexpected bolt of lightning that zaps u from the back n makes yo hair stand as realization paralyzes one momentarily. Arrested bodily activity. Take for example, going off key in a gig last nite. I froze mid-air in the chair as the high note barely sashayed past my nose in time for a smooth delivery, epidural, caesarian or plain old' PUSH!!!! Ever seen a rose shrivel up on a stage? Sambardee kew meeeee!!! I must have died a hundred mini inward deaths eversince this singer-copywriter got the brady rhinitis last feb. Showing little or no signs of improvement, I've been well, just coping. So badly miss the pre-rhinitis days of how I cld effortlessly hit the high notes. Now on bad nose days, I just feel like chopping the dang thing off. *Stiffled Sob*

And yet, according to the gawd's word, by His (33) stripes I AM healed. Then vai do I still feel so bad? Circumstances are not reliable indicators of His love for me apparently. When it's something so close to the heart, I can't help but bleed. I have stopped asking why or how. The ONLY quesion tt really bugs me now is WHEN??!! But it's a bleak dead end, looking at lying symptoms. For if JC is the way, truth n LIFE, my need for divine healing is taken care of. 2000 years ago on the cross and now.

I can't wait.

Who Wants To Marry a Millionaire?

2005-09-13T10:41:00.000+08:00

It's raining, it's pouring my love life is booooooring!!!

Not so for some other people. But I will get to that later.

It's raining, it's pouring and this can only mean one thing. I'm stuck here in the ofi writing my blog. Which is not a bad thing if u were looking forward to reading it. I know I m. ;p

Back to the issues of the heart. But before that, i've received 2 complaints so far abt my 4 day old blog.
1) It's tooooooooooooooo loooooooooooooooong
2) It's got too many non engrish words

I empathize. If I weren't writing it, I wldn't know what I was writing. Totally incapable of deciphering the cryptic ling-o. Suddenly lightning flashes and thunder crashes as motorbikes that shld hv been scrapped since the inauguration of monolithic reign create a cacophony of sensationalized effects. Nails screeching on blackboard along Neil Rd.

It's all about the effects. If u r vaguely a guitarist or a groupie, u must know how these effects can enhance the Sound of Music. Strip them of their effects and u hv the skeletal core. Daniel Purnomo (last name sounds like a handbag brand but he's definitely a brand in his own right) of hometown Surabaya legendary fame does not use effects. Do not smash my face. I hv NOTHING against effects. In fact, I do apply a dash of L'OREAL Sorbet Glam Shine & L'OREAL Blush Delicieux (why they have a bad word in the product name i fathometh not) in the morning. "In the morning I wake up, b4 Ahhhh put on my make-up, I say a little prayer for u (pl post all prayer requests on the tagboard or send them to nothingisimpossible4gawd@hotmail.com.sg)..."

It's still raining. If I were in the rain right now, making a dangerous upstream swim 2 the bus stop, my make-up wld hv been ruined. But that's the least of my concerns. Cos' when it comes to the crunch of the matter, it's the core that counts. Afterall i am not dog-ugly and the doctors say I have a good heart. No offence to the colleague's cocker spaniel, Monster the man-eater. There are alot of women out there I know who will eat their hearts out right now to be in my good friend's shoes. At 6.16pm as I was abt to pack my little bag n return to the offline world, Julin drops a bomb on me in msn. Are you ready for this? Permission granted to share this with the curious, bored or clueless.

brown sugah says: (6:17:22 PM)
babe!! i just rejected a guy who is move in condition, move in condition to be a TAI TAI BABE!!!!!!
Started my first blog: ASK ME 4 the addy says: (6:17:54 PM)
   who har?
brown sugah says: (6:18:15 PM)
   *pete from perth
brown sugah says: (6:18:20 PM)
   kew me lar kew me
brown sugah says: (6:18:24 PM)
   all for *DAMIEN LAR!!!!!
brown sugah says: (6:18:47 PM)
   for 2 houses in perth
brown sugah says: (6:18:48 PM)
   for 3 cars
Started my first blog: ASK ME 4 the addy says: (6:18:49 PM)
   who pete?
brown sugah says: (6:18:55 PM)
   if i marry him
brown sugah says: (6:18:59 PM)
   i am aussie PR
Started my first blog: ASK ME 4 the addy says: (6:19:00 PM)
   then vai u dun take
brown sugah says: (6:19:02 PM)
   and can be tai tai
Started my first blog: ASK ME 4 the addy says: (6:19:07 PM)
   gooooooooo
brown sugah says: (6:19:09 PM)
   dun have to verk (work) anymore lar!!!!!!
Started my first blog: ASK ME 4 the addy says: (6:19:11 PM)
   i vont tell damien
brown sugah says: (6:19:16 PM)
   whahhahahaha
brown sugah says: (6:19:19 PM)
   smack ni
brown sugah says: (6:19:35 PM)
   wahhaaha
brown sugah says: (6:20:21 PM)
   i just dun fewrit (feel it)
Started my first blog: ASK ME 4 the addy says: (6:20:47 PM)
   i c
brown sugah says: (6:21:32 PM)
   the type that will give in to everything i want that type

brown sugah says: (6:25:35 PM)
   pete : well...she doesn't really have to work...
   julin: y not
   pete : b'cause every things will be provided...
   julin: but i think she might get bored
   pete : Yes..true...maybe she can do a course...MBA...at uni UWA...
   julin: hahhaa
   julin: that will cost money
   pete : Yes...but will be provided....
   pete : as part of the PR..hehhe..
   julin: hahahaha
   julin: so its a whole package
   pete : Yes..

brown sugah says: (6:25:51 PM)
   pete : Yes..OF COURSE...
   julin: very atttractive package
   pete : So is this some things she is looking for...but it might be longer than just tow years...
   julin: yeah it might
   julin: so anyone applying for this package yet
   pete : Yep...maybe longer than she expected....
   julin: so its a contract?
   pete : Nope....plus this package is only offer to you and you alone...no on else know about thi

brown sugah says: (6:29:05 PM)
   u see lar babe
brown sugah says: (6:29:09 PM)
   all for DAMIEN LARRRR
brown sugah says: (6:29:15 PM)
   i must print out and frame up
brown sugah says: (6:29:22 PM)
   put in front of damie's face!!!!!

*names changed to protect identities. Copy n paster not responsible for grammatical errors n semantic eye-sores.

So u c, guys. Singaporean gals r not money-mongering creatures. Reason for rejection of Poor Pete by Jabbering Julin?

No CHEMISTRY.

& i'm not talking about sex cos' the Damien n Julin hv decided to "not to do IT" till they tie the knot (n apron strings), the wedding night basically. The old adage "no money, no honey" just does not stand when it's not romeo knockin' on juliet's door. So if a gal dun marry 4 the shackles of life time economic security, what then does she marry for?

My fav song by CM says it all. I have ensured all my guitarists learn this one.

Without effects.

M R .    B E A S L E Y
Written by Corrinne May Ying Foo
Copyright 1997, Corrmay Gourmet Music (ASCAP)

You don't have to drive a fancy car
Don't have to quote me Shakespeare just to woo me
Yeah I see your nervous laughter when you're trying to crack some joke
Well, you don't fool me
I'd like to see your eyes through those goggles that you're wearing
Don't try to hide away

Just be yourself, Mr. Beasley
I don't need your show of attitude
Coz' it's your soul that makes me fall in love with you

You don't know this but I see you in the church when you are praying,
You just move me
And my friend Sue she tells me you've been teaching kids for free
Mr. Philanthropy
I'd like to see your eyes through those goggles that you're wearing
Don't try to hide away

Just be yourself, Mr. Beasley
I don't need your show of attitude
Coz' it's your soul that makes me fall in love with you
Be yourself, Mr. Beasley
I don't need your show of attitude
Coz' it's your soul that makes me fall in love with you

I'd like to see your eyes through those goggles that you're wearing
Don't try to hide away

What's In My Hands vs What's in My Heart

2005-09-12T14:51:00.000+08:00

I am devastated.

Been html-ing for the last century but still can't seem 2 get the itsy bitsy tag board on my blog. Not say i say i idiot lah but Tagboard Technology can reallyyy afford to be alot more idiot proof to reach out to the mass multitudes, know what i mean?!!! The good news is failure is an event not a person (NKF fiasco NOT = 2 Durai). The truth is the only ones I've let down 2nite r probably my fans. So they can hv a say in my dubious taste in men, music and masochism on the tagboard. Smack wo, prease!!! Which brings me to the earlier soul-searching, heart rending n hair raising rhetoric I was gnawing on in the bus 197 with Kian Seh - y do pple read other pple's blogs? izzit cos':

1) itz the voyeur in u
2) itz vicariously exciting (read: got no life)
3) itz like seeing someone nakid
4) itz inspirational reading

if u picked:

varn - pl watch Suria. mo interesting
too - get a life. the more abundant one!
tree - i smack u ah! nakid some more
for - velkarm, ah've been Xpecting u...

It's interesting how gawd alveys addresses my sneaky speculations on my perilous faith journey in a very sneaky vey. Was just wondering vhere my life was going, in other words, vai do i seem so far from my dreams when the almighty gawd had already deposited that dang thang in my heart?!! Cos' if He ain't gonna bring it to pass, i ain't gonna give Him a refund lor. My idea of an ultimatum or hostile signal from a miniscule, microscopik ant 2 THE ANTENNA. "Vai did u make ant-eaters, gawd, vai?" In His own patient, no naansens vey s usual, He answered me today in church, from the pulpit. BURN IN HELL, u ant with no *behside! *backside. That's the problem w religious/legalistic folks, they alveys thinc gawd is out 2 smack them. But no lor, the gawd i know is kind, gentle n long-suffering. He has to be 2 put up w me 4 gawd-knows how many more years to karm. Same goes for Mr Right, change your mind n direction while u can, b4 u meet me round the next corner where stars collide and beethovan rolls over for another scratch on his behside. Karm 2 thinc of it, I may scratch your back if u'll do mine. Unfortunately, along the way, marrieds stopped talking. That's y they end up looking for somebody else or anybody who's willing 2 help scratch their 7 year itch. Monkey bizness, vart braddy naansens!!!

We had the privilege of having the pastor from Hillsongs London, Gary, 2 share with us 2day. The central thesis is this. While God may have put tt dream in yo heart 100 years ago (which WAS the case 4 father abraham) , the journey is crucial for character bulding. So that at the end of the day, u BECOME the PERSON that possesses the rite attributes to fulfil the dream. Using Joseph as an eg from the Bible, he drew parallels with his own life so that we cld better appreciate our own struggles. N that really woke me up (i'd fallen alseep but at least i didn't snore lor, not like the guy next door. Cos for the longest time, I'd been feeling frustrated abt my apparent stagnation n it didn't help that i was comparing my progress n talents w other pple. Like what my unofficial life coach, jj, always says, dun despise your primary gifting n humble beginnings. At the end, Gary asked us to commit our current commitments, jobs n businesses to gawd n ask Him 2 bless them. With that, it kinda boosted my confidence tt DaDa-my-Abba will prosper my school roadshows and wedding gigs in the year ahead. Faithfulness in the big n small is uncompromisingly necessary when someone puts himself on the line to trust you with his students or once-in-a-life time event. Imagine singing "It's All For The Money" during the yumseng dinner at The Fullerton. But I still wanna marry a rich 1.8m, jazz guitar playing businessman with a heart of gold who will finance all my evangelistik productions cos' he knows my full weight in gold. All 46kg of this gold bar who's still trying 2 gain another 4kg.

There is really no greater joy (ok, m not alveys euphoric) than serving gwad rite now in yo own special designated way cos' while u may not seem to have reached that coveted last chapter, happily-ever-after moment or waves-come-crashing-crescendo, u can b sure that even the paced out plodding, albeit, in reluctant obedience, is part of the rewarding process. Of becoming the BEST He's truly called us to be. I do out of knowing who I am in Christ not cos' I need to prove 2 somebody I am SOMEBODY. Cos' I already know who I am.

The Ling that JC Loves.

*-)

Of SJO, K Box, Whiskas & Nissin

2005-09-10T20:47:00.000+08:00

What do these 4 brands have in common?

A) They sound good
B) They taste good
C) They won't go soggy on you

5 am
My cup noodles are facing the imminent threat of (C) as this dedicated unknown blogger plods on with an equally obscure latest entry. in this chapter, i will tell it as it is. Singapore Jazz Ochestra sounds great, K Box doesn't (well at least the pple generally dun).

8 pm, 9th Sept
Thanks to one of my guitarists, feri susanto (of the syruppy bandung island fame) who was playing for SJO, i had 2 complimentary tix for the performance at the arts house last nite. so another guitarist friend (no lor, i dun only hang out with guitarists. smack ni lor) n i carried our pig trotters down (we'll take 'em anywhere 4 a free ride or concert) and had a smashing time. i ACTUALLY felt really good listening to their music. Man, SJO was tight! Not my tights lah, u idiot. The only thing tt was remotely distracting was the random dancer who slithered in and out unannounced, writhing on the floor in purported thespian pain (drama lah the guy!). VERY distracting, as what-looked-like-he-was-trying-2-pass-off-as-PURPLE-Panther went into trances not unbefittingly between a (very) drunken prawn and pilates instructor. what he was wearing, i cld not tell. but i actually had FITS watching him from the gallery. thr r 3 things, of which one can strike a decent Singaporean citizen or PR holder without warning, whenever, wherever. 1) engine exhuastion from a long day of work trying to churn out credible copy on car air fresheners 2) 1 + not having any fuel in yo tum tum 3) 1 + 2 + wanting to laugh out loud real bad but suppressing it inwardly on account of social propriety, thus causing injury 2 delicate internal body parts. n i was experiencing 3 of the above. very promising 4 a friday evening.

10.30pm
To be fair Purple Panther gave me 8 helium filled balloons from the concert. I felt like Mary Poppins marching to city hall from the arts house, ready to take off high into the sky. My only concern was getting stuck in the trees in case the police come and catch me. Self-consciousness took on thick skinnedness s Balloon Aunty plastered a blasé grin on her face and bashed her way thro the pole in between the bus door. The same routine was repeated when I got off, except the strings nearly got stuck somewhere. Some guy’s hair I think. But I made it one piece from the somerset bus stop all the way up the 4 flights of escalator 2 K Box in Cineleisure. Shortly after seeing how the b’day gal n frenz indiscriminately lapped up my pirated personificiouns of zhang hui mei, sandy lam and babara streisand (mental note to learn Evergreen for next wedding gig), complacency set in s the wearied proletariat promptly curled up and fell asleep. Give that man a foetus!

2am
When I stumbled outta the Comfortable Cab, i saw them again. Black, Bones and Gravy. My hdb block cats. GREAT cos they all looked like remnants of the hungry ghosts. If you think my collarbones are overdoing it, u haven’t seen Bones. Protruding haunches, they can haunts you for a week and scare The Maid. "Mom, today, i no go wet market becos i scared the 3 cats from block 33 follow me." ;p

3am
After a futile negotiation with the 3 evil stooges and their unwavering stares from pools of cat pupils, spooked by a spca conditioned conscience, i embarked on by far my most treacherous 10 minute and 20 second pilgrimage into the night (it was so pitch charcoal black that i cld not c my hair). In search of the most delectable cat food in the nearest 7-11 store-n-more, of course. cos' mind u if they dun like hor, they won't eat one leh. Them Braddy Strays. thkfully, i managed to procure wat my friend swore by s premium cat feed -- Whiskas. n true enough, they gobbled up everything. almost. u know how the chinese cats r, will leave a bit for u cos paiseh 2 finish all. i so *GUMDONG*. Smack them.

5am
So that's what 85 measly singapore cents can do. it can feed THREE braddy homeless cats. so the next time, u happen to have a buck in yo wallet n 3 furry felines in yo vicinity, u know what to do. Pl bring them to the nearest friendly neighbourhood police post n request nicely for temporary shelter. If they are not acquiescent, pl call the toll free 1800-123-4567 to nicely comprain and at the same time since itz on the way, make a donation to all free spirited felines. Punch them digits now like a proletariat possessed and stand to win a year's supply of nissin cup noodles. mine may hv gone soggy but we promise yours won't.

have a heart, do your part.
*Remember to ask for Ocean flavour, made from real fish. itz the only thing they will eat.

meow.

Excuse Me, Am I Your Missing Rib Har?

2005-09-10T11:13:00.000+08:00

I was formerly known as The Rib -- derived generously from Adam's cage while You Were Sleeping. The incident has since bestowed me the licence to go up to half sloshed and inebriated engrish men in pubs with the famous rhetoric, "Eh, excuse me har but do u or do u not think i m your missing rib?" The excursion has thus been so successfool that I have decided to extend my invite to non-engrish men as well who have a fluent command of their mother tongue or more accurately, know when to hold their tongue. Especially when I am on the line with the Meddlin' Minister. No names mentioned. Contrary to popular belief, I am as apolitical as an amoeba so that one can focus the better part of her unicellular brain on the job itself. One does not need to be bitchy to be operating in the arena of politics or advertising. Both of which, I occasionally dabble in. What drives me? Ask my mom. The wall is a place of odd familiarity but I had to grow up and move on. When not blogging on a regular basis (this being my maiden attempt), I struggle to acquire the lost art of sewing lost buttons on men's shirts. Pressing on doggedly, I am confident this archaic skill will render me unrivalled in the world of mate finding. Mate not maid hor! Those interested with buttons loose may apply.

This is NOT a match makin' site lor. ;p

Preamble aside, it's a Fridayyyyyyyyyyy!

A word that evokes a trillion sensations up n down yo spine. Depending on how much you hate yo day job. After joining the ranks of the white/blue collar proletariats, it dawns on yo little pretty head tt u're living for a FEW days in a year:

1) Sats n Suns
2) Public holidays
3) National Day
4) Mother's Day
5) Good Friday (this one oso must explain??)

(2) only applies if u r a pro PAP proletariat. eh, btw, has it occurred 2 u tt itz bcos of them tt u r a proletariat har??? Harrrrrrr? Mother's Day is for the guilt stricken who haven't helped with the dishes since 1977. Or taken the garbage out, not withstanding the time, u stupidly tried 2 shove yo chubby-tubby baby bro down the hdb rubbish chute when yo ma was in the kitchen frying sambal kang kong. Suddenly, a shadow hovers above yo pretty dumb head..."I was just testing to c how deep the chute, ma, reallyyy!!!!!"

SMACK ni lor.

Speaking of lame, I tried to run away from home twice when I was a kid. The first time was when my sistah threw me outta the house. With a trembling lower lip, I collated my best art pieces (at the age of 10, they were at best abstract) and put on my best shoes. You will never know who u run in2 mah. They were my fave red-polka dotted heels with a ribbon in the middle. Lemme know if u c 'em in size 7. These days, they just dun make shoes (n men) like they used 2. Can't rememeber if my ma berated her but we r still on talking terms. U never know when a sistah-in-law (she lawyer leh) cames in handy.
The 2nd time, i ran outta the house n just stood outside the door for the longest time. After 10 minutes, my mom opened the door n passed me a mug surreptitiously. "Take! Milo." It was a damn salty milo. Sniff.

Some leave home permanently never to return. Dun ask me vai...(look out for ling's unpubrished memoir, "Vai, Gawd, Vai???? & Other Unanswered Questions"). To order, pl call the gahmen. They alveys hav the answers.

NOT!

Saddening, what happened with New Orleans. The place where jazz came from. Could the inhabitants hv been informed earlier, speculation is rife. Conspiracy or no conspiracy, Corrinne May's song Free brings an iota of comfort 2 my perturbed soul. Thank u Jesus...Your love helps me see beyond the natural catastrophies n man-made tragedies of this world...Let's keep them in prayer.

F R E E
Written by Corrinne May Ying Foo
Copyright 2004, Corrmay Gourmet Music (ASCAP)

I see the morning glory
It winds upon the tree
It tells the untold story of how things were meant to be
You saw the universe
Caught up in desperate dreams
You came and changed the ending
Changed it to save my fate
You led the revolution
You left your legacy
Embraced the struggle
in the face of mortality
I know I'm not alone in this
Help me believe

I can be free
I can be free from this place
Beautiful healer
Beautiful grace
Help me to see
Everything fall into place
Wake me from dreaming
No more deceiving
Break these chains

It's still the same old story
This great divide
Between the want and waste
And all the hunger inside
I heard the news today
Now I'm trying to find my place
I'm just a single voice
What can I do to erase

All this misunderstanding
All this anarchy
Six degrees of separation
Sometimes it's so hard to see
That we are not alone in this
I need to believe

I can be free
I can be free from this place
Beautiful healer
Beautiful grace
Help me to see
Everything fall into place
Wake me from dreaming
No more deceiving
Break these chains