Mercury flowed from the broken thermometer to the end of the table. The lifeless fingers at the other end. The deed is done. The villian is loose. The game is afoot. The mystery is now on.
p/s: this is after a long post. More oneword and posts to come ;-)
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Of First Importance
The God of the Gospel
“The gospel shows us that God is far more holy and absolute than the moralists’ god, because he could not be satisfied by our moral efforts, even the best! On the other hand, the gospel shows us that God is far mare loving and gracious than the relativists’ god. They say that God (if he exists) just loves everyone no matter what they do. The true God of the gospel had to suffer and die to save us, while the god of the relativist pays no price to love us.”
- Timothy Keller, “Being the Church in Our Culture” (2006)
Monday, August 10, 2009
My Moleskine
I received this lovely gift from Lynnette Woo, a Moleskine notebook. Priced at over RM30 this gift is even more expensive due to its origin from the States ;-)
Thanks Lynnette! In it will contain previous words and muses...
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
A tale
There once was a little boy who lived in a village. He drew a painting and felt very nice about it. It was precious to him. Then, he went to his parents to ask what do they think?
His mother was busy tending the garden, and told him, "You need to help me out more, dear".
His father, casting his net to fish, told him,"Make sure you study hard also son. You need education."
Both of them didn't even glance at his painting.
He went away a bit sad, but knowing how hard his parents provided for him, he just went his way.
He continued on and went to school to meet with his friends. "That's not a nice pic!","Draw about toys and cartoons!","That's ugly!".
Sadden further, he dragged his feet along the pavement. Right in the distance, there was a little girl sitting on a bench. He sat next to her, putting the painting beside him. She turned her head and smiled. It was the new girl in the village. She pointed to the paper and he showed her the painting.
She smiled even more, and opened her bag. Taking out a roll of paper, she showed the content to her. It was the same painting. They both smiled.
But the moment did not last long. The sky turned dark and he had to go back home. Same with her. Both of them separated.
The next day, the boy drew another painting and rushed to meet the girl. He sat on the park bench from the morning until the sun came down. She never came.
He was sad, really sad. No one was able to cheer him up. No one wanted to look at his paintings.
It would be a long time before he regained his cheer.
He was walking along the pavement one day, still thinking about the girl. Then it struck him.
He will draw paintings until he can find ppl who appreciate it.
Who knows?
The girl might just be around the corner, watching him ;-)
His mother was busy tending the garden, and told him, "You need to help me out more, dear".
His father, casting his net to fish, told him,"Make sure you study hard also son. You need education."
Both of them didn't even glance at his painting.
He went away a bit sad, but knowing how hard his parents provided for him, he just went his way.
He continued on and went to school to meet with his friends. "That's not a nice pic!","Draw about toys and cartoons!","That's ugly!".
Sadden further, he dragged his feet along the pavement. Right in the distance, there was a little girl sitting on a bench. He sat next to her, putting the painting beside him. She turned her head and smiled. It was the new girl in the village. She pointed to the paper and he showed her the painting.
She smiled even more, and opened her bag. Taking out a roll of paper, she showed the content to her. It was the same painting. They both smiled.
But the moment did not last long. The sky turned dark and he had to go back home. Same with her. Both of them separated.
The next day, the boy drew another painting and rushed to meet the girl. He sat on the park bench from the morning until the sun came down. She never came.
He was sad, really sad. No one was able to cheer him up. No one wanted to look at his paintings.
It would be a long time before he regained his cheer.
He was walking along the pavement one day, still thinking about the girl. Then it struck him.
He will draw paintings until he can find ppl who appreciate it.
Who knows?
The girl might just be around the corner, watching him ;-)
Monday, July 20, 2009
Waiting
I am waiting for it...
For it to pass through the shark-infested Seas of Wanderers,
Frigid peaks on the Mountain of Giants,
high towering Cliffs of Illumination,
dark deep Valleys of Void,
muddy zombie-filled Swamps of Suffering,
Scorching Desert of Lost Souls,
and
reach
the hands of this lonely wordsmith.
A companion for the Chronicler.
A tool for the Wordsmith.
An art for the Journalist.
*waiting like a little kid outside the toy store*
For it to pass through the shark-infested Seas of Wanderers,
Frigid peaks on the Mountain of Giants,
high towering Cliffs of Illumination,
dark deep Valleys of Void,
muddy zombie-filled Swamps of Suffering,
Scorching Desert of Lost Souls,
and
reach
the hands of this lonely wordsmith.
A companion for the Chronicler.
A tool for the Wordsmith.
An art for the Journalist.
*waiting like a little kid outside the toy store*
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Of First Importance
“Christ is much more powerful to save than Adam was to destroy.”
- John Calvin, Commentary on Romans, Collected Works
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Writing Partner
It seems wasteful to not employ the technology in hand, especially the Internet as much as possible. In a ordinary conversation with my friend, Lynnette, we found out that both of us havnt been writing much.
Therefore, we try to encourage each other by being...."Writing Partners"!
It would be hard nonetheless, with both of us in different continents and timezone, but would that stop us as writers?! Of course not ;-)
So, to start our inaugural posts, I have suggested we write in www.oneword.com and post it in our blog. However, I do hope that when we have time, we can write longer on our post.
Anyways, here is today's keyword 'alert',
'The amber light came up. The coffee machine blips. It was morning, and the sun shone upon the lying soul. He awakes, not just from his deep slumber, but also from his tiring journey. And so, he is alerted to his surroundings and life was restored to him."
Therefore, we try to encourage each other by being...."Writing Partners"!
It would be hard nonetheless, with both of us in different continents and timezone, but would that stop us as writers?! Of course not ;-)
So, to start our inaugural posts, I have suggested we write in www.oneword.com and post it in our blog. However, I do hope that when we have time, we can write longer on our post.
Anyways, here is today's keyword 'alert',
'The amber light came up. The coffee machine blips. It was morning, and the sun shone upon the lying soul. He awakes, not just from his deep slumber, but also from his tiring journey. And so, he is alerted to his surroundings and life was restored to him."
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