Someone remembered :)

There's this warm fuzzy feeling bubbling in me when someone actually remembered my special day and took the effort to suprise me. Hadn't felt that in a few years already. And i don't mind the cake or the presents.
I just love a suprise. :)

birthday cupcake

and birthday treat

At moments like these, i feel grateful for the wonderful people God has placed in my life. You may have hundereds or thousands of friends, but there are only a handful who are real, whom you can depend on and trust. As C.S.Lewis puts it, friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art..it has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that gives value to survival.

Between worlds

It's been a day after CoUZ Camp, and sometimes i still feel like floating in between worlds. Every week it feels like that. Monday to friday i'm living in one world, and come Friday i enter into another. CoUZ camp made me feel like staying in the later world forever! If i ever had a glimpse of heaven, it would be like that:

-Great fellowship with brothers and sisters in Christ. I truly love this family of God! :)

My cell: ChampionSheep United

Team Purple Parrot! We won 2nd!

- Fun fun fun all the time. Games and dances and drama.

Group dance

Group cheer

Group drama

 -Making music!

The worship team

My team in action

 -Undeniably, the best thing is just being in God's presence and hearing His Word all day long.

What more can i ask? God is enough. More than enough.

It certainly feels like living a double life in two very different worlds. Being a citizen of the world and a citizen in the kingdom of God where love covers all. Where you know that your life in the first world is only temporary and the second world lies awaiting for you.

Goodbye home!

4 months sailed through so quickly, it's time to return to university. Spending the last few days of sweet home life voraciously gobbling up storybooks to last me through uni days. So many books, so little time.
Meanwhile dad is trying to get as many snapshots of me as he could, in a desperate attempt to pin down a memory, a fragment of time on print and paper. Don't we all? Like books and photographs, they're embodiments of bittersweet memories and thoughts.

One of dad's pic..

And so is my mind. I'm taking pictures with my mind, keeping them away for a rainy day, when i'm lonely and homesick. The smell of mum's cooking, the touch of my sister's cool cheek against my lips, the sound of dad coming home with the newspaper. The feeling of waking up late to a prepared breakfast, the liberty of watching movies and reading storybooks to your heart's content, without guilt gnawing away in your chest.
Ah, i could go on forever!

The slow-paced life.

Goodbye for now and see you again!