As inspired by the Film and Fondue night at the chaplaincy! =)

–> It totally reminded me of speech and drama. Dang, wish I was back there doing exams = will totally do this! Quite the (oh my I forgot her name!) -SAMS – still remember that lady?? THE ONE WHO CLEANS THE HOUSE AND TALKS ABOUT LOVE TOO? OH MAN – WHO IS SHEEEEE

help – I got short term memory!

While I’m scurrying through different social mediums, updating website after website and printing posters, a thought came to my mind – in response to something I once agreed to (in a church group)

A: “I think the whole point is to show that hey, we are normal human beings too!”

I think I still agree with that – normalcy is something palatable for everyone. But a thought appeared in my head:

Maybe, we are not called to be normal – but extraordinary.
Maybe, we are not called to be “human”, but ‘not of this earth’.

My conclusion?

Simply be – and constantly be open to being an instrument!

“Bless you!”
-after a crazy day and I sneezed next to a stranger.

“Here, take my seat!”
-whilst I lugged my luggage up the bus

“my mission to paste this without you knowing failed.”
-you made my day =)

C              F
In the chaos, in confusion
Am                     G
I know You’re Sovereign still
C              F
In the moment of my weakness
Am             G
You give me grace to do Your will

Been a crazy week/ or rather – first two weeks in school!

SERIOUSLY.

My nephew is born! =) Little Isaac!

Too many things happen to blog!

——–Nerina

Oh, this road is long, this road is wide,
It takes more than luck to last the ride,
It takes strength and it takes courage to survive,
And did someone ever say to you,
“There’s nothing bound in thought you cannot do?”
Well, I’ve seen some things but not all of them came true.

So I don’t want to be the last, I don’t want to be the first,
Don’t want to be alone with my thoughts tomorrow,
And I don’t want to be afraid, don’t want to look away,
I’m learning to breathe,
No I don’t want to be the last, I don’t want to be the first,
I just need a hope and a light to follow,
Like sailors look to stars to find their way home,
I’m learning to breathe on my own.

And I know a man who lost his wife,
This is the way he chooses to describe his life,
He says, “If I think too much, I find there’s just a hole,”
But before she went, she left a son,
He says, “Dad, you’re not the only one,
Maybe love is just a requiem for the soul…”

So I don’t want to be the last, I don’t want to be the first,
Don’t want to be alone with my thoughts tomorrow,
And I don’t want to be afraid, don’t want to look away,
I’m learning to breathe,
No I don’t want to be the last, I don’t want to be the first,
I just need a hope and a light to follow,
Like sailors look to stars to find their way home,
I’m learning to breathe on my own.

Oh, do you still feel small?
Just a speck of life on an ocean wave,
Does it pull us all?
Does it pull us all?

So I don’t want to be the last, I don’t want to be the first,
Don’t want to be alone with my thoughts tomorrow,
And I don’t want to be afraid, don’t want to look away,
I’m learning to breathe,
No I don’t want to be the last, I don’t want to be the first,
I just need a hope and a light to follow,
Like sailors look to stars to find their way home,
I’m learning to breathe on my own.

Oh! And toying with the guitar I came up with my favourite chords!

Happy chords: EAB

Sad chords: A,A7, D,Dm

I like creating.

Jam and peanutbuttercups – I’m itching to make penang assam laksa next!

With Christ as a vessel you can smile at the storm, smile at the storm, smile at the storm.

With Christ as a vessel, you can smile at the storm, as we go sailing home. =)

Just learnt it at Caleb’s crib – hahaha

This caught my eye – I love this song:

Weeks past since I came back – and I haven’t really gotten any particular muse to blog. JUST YET. At least. Been caught up at work – and gosh – yah.

This is one of the MANY things that keep me alive.

Chill lax music.

Abby left yesterday.

On top of that, council day past – was awesome!, 4 weeks of work past, many dinner outings past, many nights spent at home with mama/papa past, and more exciting things are coming.

Did I mention? We spent 1 hour, jumping and creating new crazy shots at the airport.

-dadadadadada~

Flowers in the ground they wilt way
Sun in the sky it fades away
Make the funniest shapes from the cloud so grey
The breeze in the trees they blow my way

I was told my soul was old
Then can’t I understand it all
If my soul was really old
I wonder if i could change this world

Life has given my obstacles
Still I bite my tongue say it’s wonderful
I’m just glad I’m still around
I’m even more glad when things are down

Life’s too short for what if’s and plans
So let the day take you by the hand
Get your filofax we’ll go and burn them
But I’m too old for ‘damn the man’

I make a wish on a star at night
The brightest star that’s in the sky
Only to have realized
That it was just a satellite

=)))

I m back home from a crazy dinner with Clare – meeting my supervisor halfway!(smallworldyah?) And to bid to just relax and get ready for bed(yes, I’m super tired!) I decided to look up songs to play – and this came along!

It’s stuck in my head – AGAIN!

Oh, let’s get rich and buy our parents homes in the South of France
let’s get rich and give everybody nice sweaters
and teach them how to dance
let’s get rich and build our house on a mountain
making everybody look like ants
from way up there, you and I, you and I

well you might be a bit confused
and you might be a little bit bruised
but baby how we spoon like no one else
so I will help you read those books
if you will soothe my worried looks
and we will put the lonesome on the shelf

This is another awesome song by Ingrid:

Once I made a man all out of snow
He had the darkest eyes and a button nose
I told him all my sadness and my fear
And he just listened with a snowy ear

But when I came around the next day
My friend had gone and melted all away
I saw his eyes lying on the ground
I made a sound that was something like crying

Oh, one day you will go away from this
Oh, one day you will know we’re men of snow, we melt one day

And winters come, and my love, the winters go
And time stacks up in piles like winter snow
And everything you love and hold so dear
Won’t really matter when we disappear

Oh, one day you will go away from this
Oh, one day you will know we’re men of snow, we melt one day
Oh, one day you will go away from this
Oh, one day you will know we’re men of snow, we melt, you know, we’re men of snow.
We melt one day

- In typical Ingrid fashion!

oh yes – and I find this super exciting!!! =)