The Extrovert

“YO. Wassup!”

“YO-YO. Wad up Bro/Sis, nice to meetcha.”

*Violent stare* “Who are you?!”  …..

*Switches to smile*  “Just Keeding. Nice to meet you, I’m Oliver.”

These are typical examples of the things I’ve said or done to ease the tension of meeting someone new. Most of the time, the follow-ons don’t turn out the way I envision them to be. But no matter what, if it doesn’t work, I keep going and going and going…

Going for exchange (in the UK) has definitely moulded my social mechanisms even further. I still remember traveling around Manchester, Birmingham and London alone; I’d go to a random bar, ask to sit with a random stranger and strike up a conversation. Well, most of the time the conversations end up to be about football, which I happen to be an ardent fan of. But sometimes, these conversations become really interesting, and in that short span of time, I manage to get a peek into the life of the person I’m talking to. That is what I really enjoy, listening into the lives of people and hearing about what makes them feel happy.

Recently, I was reading an article about “the things that would piss off a Singaporean”. One of the things mentioned was the comment, “Wow you speak very fluent English!” Indeed, almost every person I had spoken to whilst on exchange would pass that remark, but it didn’t irritate me. What irritated me the most was when some guy asked if I was from Iraq (seriously?). Anyway, thinking back, I’m truly grateful that I was brought up to learn how to speak English fluently, because having this skill really helped me to settle in England, where majority of the friends I hung out with were English. By speaking their language, I gained a ticket into their lives, and they gained entry into mine. On the exterior, I was being this cool Asian kid who could speak with a unique British accent, on the interior, I secretly marvelled at how God could grant mutual acceptance between people from two much differed cultures.

Of course, language is only one of the barriers you need to overcome when reaching out to someone. There is also a need to engage the person at a level he or she is at, because before conversion comes acceptance. That is what I’m willing to do, to make myself available to the people I engage, to listen attentively, to try to be that someone who understands where they are coming from and to make them feel comfortable. I believe God has granted me the necessary gifts, so I intend to use them. Or at least, I feel that’s the direction that he’s been calling me towards.

Now that I’m back in Singapore, the cycle of meeting new people and forming new acquaintances continues. Many people fear the awkwardness that tends to arise when two strangers meet, but I personally do not. I once had an opportunity to meet the PM of Singapore Mr Lee Hsien Loong in his own house and believe me, the first words that left my mouth were, “Hi, Uncle.” Thank goodness the setting was in his home, if it were some official dialogue, I’d be breaking some serious social rules. I see awkwardness as a necessary first step for us to overcome in any form of relationship, and once you train yourself to love it more, perhaps God could open new doors in your life, and in the lives of others.

So, with all that I’ve said, maybe God is asking me to be one of those taking the lead. I shall put on an armour of very thick-skin, hold a sword of shamelessness, wear a helmet of perseverance, and together, we will embrace this awkwardness and continue to forge God’s kingdom on earth!


Oliver is an outgoing person who secretly loves playing with soft toys. Thankfully, not many people get to see that side of him, except for times when he feels tired, or crazy enough. Never afraid to crack a joke, he strives to bring out the whacky side of others, which he also believes is secretly hiding inside them..


Being a Child

“Truly I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven” (Matthew 18:3)

When was the last time you were a child? No I don’t mean childish, but childlike – a moment of innocence, silly amusement, trust, uninhibited by your own need for control? What about in your own spiritual walk with God? When was the last time you really embraced the idea of being God’s child? Perhaps when were you last dependent on the Father?

Those questions popped up in my mind as I read this gospel passage sometime last week. And I thought long and hard, before finding a simple childlike moment in a recent visit to the bird park. Lorries Loft (think many many small parrots flying in a huge aviary) brought out the kid in me. Finding a childlike moment in my faith was a little more difficult.

“Woohoo independence, I’m all grown up!”

I just recently turned 24 and have been working for slightly over a year. Through the years, I have progressed, grown old enough to pay my own bills, give my parents monthly allowance, make a big decision about career and a relationship. It’s not just the visible signs of adulthood but on the inside, I feel and see how my capacity to question, to rationalise, to make a choice, all expand with age.

Ah it’s so easy to learn and put on this “grown-up” way of thinking such that life – my decisions, my thoughts and even how I decide to prioritise my time – can be easily defended in the name of personal choice and rationalisation. This mindset has slowly crept into my spiritual life… The other day I was on the way home from work, feeling a little restless all week and a thought came “Maybe I should go by ado and some qt with Jesus will help quell the restlessness in my heart”. And then the “adult” side of me took over – But I’m tired, working’s tough y’know, I haven’t had dinner, I should be responsible and spend time with family, I need my rest so that I can be better at work tomorrow, some sleep and rest will help instead yadayada”. A simple example but maybe it illustrates something deeper.

“Hey, you’re my child!”

I’m not dismissing the validity of those statements but I suddenly realised… hey I take on more “adult” roles and responsibilities but that shouldn’t mean I neglect my primary identity as God’s child right? In this relationship, God’s the parent while I’m the kiddo, so maybe my role is less to argue or rationalise about time and difficult life situations but more to listen to what the Father is saying about them. And that moment of restlessness, my Daddy was calling me to Him.

Being a child isn’t the most natural thing for a young adult. I’m at the stage when I feel like dependence may sometimes be a sign of immaturity and weakness, where I feel like I’ve the power to choose what I want to do, who I want to be. And yet… The Father’s call is simply to be his child. I realised that in the craziness of growing up, deep inside there’s a lot of fear and uncertainty of whether I’ll make it in this adult world – something I’m too scared to admit that I haven’t quite figured it out.

The safest and probably most apt “place” to be a child, is with God. He calls me to be vulnerable and real with Him – to share my fears like how a child rushes to his/her parent for reassurance when he sees something scary; to tell Him how my day really went like how a child does when he comes home from an excursion; to trust the Father with how my life will turn out just like a child trusts a parent when he attends his first day of primary school. It’s funny how I feel like I’ve to learn how to be a child again with God. I’m still learning how to grow in my dependence and trust in Him, to strive for a simple faith and not one merely propped up by theological understandings and of course, to surrender my life to the Father.

Perhaps then, the more we grow up, the more we need to be like children.

God Bless,

Jess had a crazy childhood with four siblings. She can’t remember a lot of it, but she does still adore “My Little Pony” and “Winx Club” (Don’t Judge!). Being the eldest has shaped who she is today – responsible, a little bossy and mostly quite motherly.


Hello readers:) so I before I start I just share some details of myself. I’m currently serving my national service and I’m 19 years old.

God has been very kind to me during my few month in NS. He has blessed me with many things. My relationship with god has been stagnant for about 6 months now. And he has been using my time in NS to show my the areas that I need to work on, areas that I struggle in and also hurts that need to be healed. I dare say that I can feel god working in my life during this period of time. Also I feel that god is taking this time I have in NS to shape me into the person he wants me to become.

God bless,


I Quit

I don’t know whether this following sharing is LogBlog worthy, but I have been struggling with an uneasiness for some time which primarily arose from my endeavor in doing a business with a certain few people. And here is a brief tale of it.

“Hey, I’m quitting. I don’t want to do this anymore. Just let me leave in peace. Thank you.”

That was the text message I sent to my HR personnel to tell her that I was done with the company. The next morning when I woke up, there were 64 missed calls on my phone. Some peace that was.

Well, they didn’t exactly let me leave so easily. I had to clear things up first, but that was expected. So I’ll be taking some time this week to clear things up and do some handing over. Why the decision to leave then, you may ask.

As some of you may have already known, I took this holiday to start a company with an acquaintance I met during the term. You may have known or experienced my optimism with the company. How I could finally do something big, something more than myself, and of course how I could make money. Potentially a lot of money.

As with all startups, we first have to raise funds to do all our noble work. Thus, the plan was for us to individually trade our way to financial success, with our ‘mentor’ guiding us. Within days, I noticed that our ‘mentor’ was not guiding us, but rather just leaving us to deal with the trades ourselves. He essentially was always speaking in retrospect, i.e. I told you so, even though he never did. He never once guided us through a trade, and the only topic of conversation when he was around was himself. Of course I was irked, but everyone else seemed to think otherwise.

There were other tell tale signs about his character, but I will not disclose them here online. But essentially, I chose to ignore them and carried on with the company.

How the company was making money was that the company took a share of the winning trades, and the losses were marred with the people who did them. So if everyone was doing well, which was supposed to be the case, we’d get more from the company. All losses were individual liabilities, while all profit was shared.

The truth of the matter is that some people have been suffering losses in the thousands. The ‘mentor’ always pressured us to take on unnecessary risk. Obviously I sometimes caved in to the pressure, and of course lost money. But I knew not to lose my head, because I have had prior trading experience. However, soon, some people were beginning to lose in the thousands under his ‘leadership’ – his extremely bigoted, narcissistic and obviously misguiding leadership.

As CFO, I knew the situation in its entirety. The company was obviously in a sound financial position. But I also knew that people were losing a lot of money, blindly believing that this absurd losing was integral in the path of financial success. These people were losing money and I was feeding off whatever little gains they had. Isn’t that business?

Obviously the situation pricked my conscience. I wished for the situation to improve on their part. I tried to talk to them to tell them to try to stand for themselves. But I knew that was very hard, because our dear CEO aka ‘mentor’ was extremely domineering as well. He was the ‘smartest, bravest, and bestest’ of us all right? Bulls**t.

I distanced myself from trading with them, doing my own trading. I skipped company meetings, and trading sessions. But I did their accounts for them. To cut a long story short, the final straw came when despite knowing the extent of our personal losses, our dear leader still had the audacity to court new investors promising exceptional returns from learning to trade under him.

I’m leaving this company relatively unscathed. And I thank God for that. Had I not stood my ground nor my guts, I might have been in a very bad and compromising position. There were warning signs that I had chose to ignore, but the weight on my conscience was really too much. I thought about my partners’ financial position. One of them who came into this project with the same dreams and aspirations as I, but clearly in a worse financial state than I, currently have outstanding losses of about seven thousand dollars. The weight on my conscience, the knowing of the whole situation in its entirety and yet not being able to do anything about it, and of course the lousy and tedious and demoralizing accounting – all have contributed to my decision in leaving. And of course the uneasiness within me has been lifted.

There are a few lessons that I take away from this endeavour.

1)   Trust your gut, and do not ignore the warning signs when dealing with people

2)   Listen to your conscience; it may be the only thing leading you to doing what’s morally right, even though everything else may be legally right.

3)   What is in a title? CFO, CEO? Over glorified additions to a name to give one self a bigger ego.

4)   Pray. Pray for discernment to make the right decision. I spent quite a few nights pondering over this, before finally making the decision. Almost immediately, all my uncertainties were lifted, and a resounding peace remained.

God Bless,


Raphael just wants to endeavor in everything. He thinks he may have found his niche in trading and music, but he truly enjoys once in a while a diversion from the well-trodden path and exploring the deep dark forest. 

Coming Home


Coming home.  What comes to mind? Warmth, comfort and people we love?

Upon returning from a 25-day holiday trip to Europe, that familiar feeling of “home” swirled within me. No one particular word can wholly encompass the gamut of emotions and nuances associated with the entity – home.

I guess we have all experienced that feeling of “home” before. Just recall: your first book-out from army, returning from exchange programme, from an arduous camp, or even after a hard day’s work. Whether returning home by car, plane, boat, foot or even a space shuttle (for those sci-fi lovers), that feeling of “home” always puts a smile on our faces.

Returning from my trip, apart from missing family, friends, church, games, food, I missed God. I realised it is paramount to “return home” to God whenever we can, wherever we can. We ought not to wait to return from a long trip, or to procrastinate till exams are over, or till some monumental event in our lives is over. Why don’t we “come home” to God now? Shouldn’t that bring smiles to our faces too? We need not wait till we’re missing home and hating the road before we yearn to come home. It can prove more difficult to pray overseas, it may seem illogical to pray when all hope is lost during dismal times, but that home is where we can draw strength from.

So how can we “come home” to God. Well, I suppose each of us has his/her own way, just like how we all take different routes to return home. At the heart of it is connecting with God. We can send whatsapp messages to our family and friends while overseas to connect with them, anytime, anywhere. In simplicity, we can do the same with God through our own means. It is a choice which entails effort.

Currently in life, I’m traversing roads which are nebulous and unpredictable.  One final year remains before I enter another phase of life – the working life. Myriad challenges await – long working hours, stepping up in the family, handling work-life balance and relationships too. I believe we are all moving through different phases of life and we’re not entirely sure what to expect. The road out there is fraught with uncertainty and caprice. We may move houses, change schools, switch jobs, alter our sleeping cycles, but our home remains steadfast and unchanged. Coming home to God, is always amazing. He is home to me for He never changes and is always there for me.

Naturally, we can’t lock ourselves at home interminably. We have to go out, venture, learn, grow, love, share, care, build, and strengthen relationships. We have to embark on journeys. And God will give us the graces to do so. That is where discernment of His will and trust come in. Also, one thing I’ve learnt from hiking in the highlands of Scotland is that the trail up is necessarily more tiresome than the road downslope. But at the peak of it all, we imbibe panorama and hope before an easier journey back home. On the other hand, an easy track downwards through a wrong path first may land us scrambling back up to get home which can be twice as painful. Thus, seeking God’s will involves climbing heights that may prove daunting but the journey will prove to be worth the while as compared to indiscriminately seeking one’s own path only to discover it to be a no-through road.

At the end of the day, no matter if the journey has been good or bad, we nevertheless relish the thought of coming home. Like how whether a long holiday trip has turned out good or bad, we would still love to return home. And so it is with our faith and God. It does not matter if our day has been good or bad, do we remember to come home to converse and connect with God at the end of the day? Well, He is there waiting patiently for you for a simple cup of tea at home (or perhaps more, haha). God is our rock, our stronghold, our home.

The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold – Psalm 18:2.

Coming home. What comes to mind? God and our faith? (:


Here’s an apt song that just came to mind and I thought I’d share. After all, this is our temporary home where we live out our mission to build God’s kingdom.

Carrie Underwood’s “Temporary Home”:

Little boy, six years old
A little too used to being alone
Another new mom and dad, another school
Another house, that’ll never be home
When people ask him how he likes this place
He looks up and says with a smile upon his face

This is my temporary home, it’s not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I’m passing through
This is just a stop on the way to where I’m going
I’m not afraid because I know this is my temporary home

Young mom on her own
She needs a little help, got nowhere to go
She’s looking for a job, looking for a way out
‘Cause a halfway house will never be a home
At night she whispers to her baby girl
Someday we’ll find our place here in this world

This is our temporary home, it’s not where we belong
Windows and rooms that we’re passing through
This is just a stop on the way to where we’re going
I’m not afraid because I know this is our temporary home

Old man, hospital bed
The room is filled with people he loves
And he whispers
“Don’t cry for me, I’ll see you all someday”
He looks up and says “I can see God’s face”

This is my temporary home, it’s not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I’m passing through
This was just a stop on the way to where I’m going
I’m not afraid because I know this was my temporary home

This is our temporary home


Kong can appear to be a peculiar yet simple individual. He sleeps when the sun rises and loves having long days of 40+ hours.  He is somewhat a perfectionist who can’t sleep till he completes what he has sets out to accomplish.  He also enjoys his world of dreams where both interesting (or perhaps weird) and ambitious ideas blossom.


CCC 1603: God himself is the author of marriage. The vocation to marriage is written in the very nature of man and woman as they came from the hand of the Creator.

When I was much younger, I always imagined marriage as the natural path that everybody takes. Get a job, get a girlfriend, get married and live happily ever after. It’s what our parents did and it’s just right for me to do the same. But I never imagined that this very “natural path” was designed specially by God. God is love, and he created us lovingly to love Him. All men and women ought to have a natural desire for marriage and a natural desire to be a mother or father. And our very bodies have been designed to experience His love. Wow. I’m designed for marriage.

As I grew up a little, marriage started to seem like an awful concept. That as humans we are intrinsically fallen, and we imprint these flaws onto our children. And as people are broken so marriages also gradually crumble, it greatly puzzled me as to why if marriage was so great, divorce rates are so high and such a great number of children emerge from broken homes, deeply wounded by those who were supposed to care for them, much less think about marriage in my own life.

It is we as humans in our own weakness and loneliness who impose on their spouses “messianistic expectations”. We have the power to save the other person from their struggles, or an overwhelming conviction that the other person is the key to happiness and the answer to all of life’s problems. Marriage was a beautiful ideal of God’s love, but at this time still simply beyond my reach.

And then I got attached. And over the course of many years I can only say that God has been transforming my heart and breaking down all my barriers and aversions to marriage. Today, this is where I stand: It is only within our desire and love for God, and a complete surrendering of our will to know the path of Love that he has chosen for us, can we really find love in the other that He chooses for us. God is Love, and everyday for our entire lives He wants to pour out this Love into our hearts. And the only way to do this is to give up every selfish desire of what I want in this life to know what the plan He has for me. In complete abandon of my own will, I really hope to experience His love through marriage, if that is His plan after all.

Jesus Christ, I want to experience Your love in my life. I know that my plans for myself will only bring me temporary fulfillment but You give eternal joy. I am discerning this direction in my life right now, and I pray that you continue to show me the way to You. I surrender my own desires to you and I ask only that you show me Your plans for me, and also the courage to follow this path as it presents its difficulty.


Joel Maximilian Lau Shen Rong, or more fondly known as Poey, yearns to grow up but fears losing his license to just be and act like a child. He is afraid of the unknown and loves making people happy.

The observer, the ship and the cloud

My faith journey may be likened to a ship out at sea. A remarkably calm open sea you might note. Its sails are hoisted, but limp. No wind is blowing and the air sits stale. The ship appears to be in order, equipments are in tip-top shape, everything is ready to go. Yet walking around, not a single soul is in sight. The deck is vacant, devoid of activity. Much like the weather.

Looking up, a single rather large cloud dominates the clear sky. It seems to radiate an almost imperceptible breeze. The sails however, take no notice of it. A sudden faint light catches your attention. Faraway on the horizons, dark clouds roll and the sea rages. Up ahead, storms are passing. But for now, conditions are calm on this ship.

You venture deeper into the interior of the ship. The wooden steps creak under your weight in the silence. A sudden realisation strikes you, could this be a ghost ship? All around you, the subtle signs of life are present, and yet, where is everybody?

A distant murmur breaks your train of thought. As you approach, it turns into a rousing clamour of voices. You have stumbled upon some sort of an assembly. Present are all manner of groups and circles, clans and factions, teams and crews.

An angry voice cries out “We have talked about this already! Can we please move on?!” “Aye, we needed to make a decision a long LONG time ago!” “Why don’t you tell me something I don’t know for a change?” “Concrete solutions! We need concrete solutions!” “We are simply not ready!” “But we have been stuck here, for far too long!” “Why are we backtracking again? Did we not agree on this already?” “I need a break!”

You spot a familiar face, it is the captain of the ship, surrounded on all sides by the stirring mob. His table is littered with charts and compasses. Plans and proposals are shoved onto the table, many more lie torn up upon the floor. Suddenly, an inscription is held high for all to see and all starts to make sense.



Onions. Difficult to peel by hand, makes you cry if you use a knife, yet properly prepared and cooked is sweet and adds flavour. That’s like Ben. On that note, please don’t cook him or use knives, thank you.

Looking for what is not lost

Remember Aesop’s fables – those short stories we used to read as children, with the little morals at the end? Yeah, this’ll go something like that, though slightly longer.

Here goes nuthin’! 

Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, there lived a certain King Phillip and his new bride, Queen Rosabelle. The couple were a magnanimous pair, often sharing their fortune and giving to the poor and this earned them the awe and respect of everyone across the land. Before long, Queen Rosabelle was found to be with child and, farmers and milkmaids alike cheered and celebrated excitedly as they anticipated the birth of the royal child.

The months flew by and soon the day for Queen Rosabelle to deliver drew on apace. And true enough, on the seventh hour of the seventh day of the fourth month before the harvest, the pangs of childbirth sent the queen into labour. But after three long hours, something unexpected took place; much to the excitement of the royals and their people, the couple was blessed with not one but three baby girls. In the week that followed, it was declared that the three princesses be named Venus, after the goddess of beauty, Minerva, after that of music, and Joy, well for obvious reasons.

Years passed and the princesses grew true to their names. Venus, with her beautiful golden locks of hair and large blue eyes, often took the idiomatic title of ‘The Fairest of Them All’ and the kingdom’s young longed to own the pretty dresses and beads of pearl that she often donned. Minerva was a stunner with her melodious voice. It was said that she put even the sweetest song birds to shame. And Joy.. Well, she was joyful. However, she often did feel that she was inferior to her sisters since it appeared that she wasn’t quite as talented or as beautiful as either of them. But her face did light up when she told one of her lame jokes. So the three princesses lived a life of comfort, often doted on, but not spoilt by the tender loving care of the king and queen.

Now the princesses often played together on the edge of a thick forest – the ‘Ferocious Forest’ as some called it, for no one who had entered it had ever come out alive, yet no one knew what exactly lurked beyond the tall oaks that guarded it. But the threesome had their fun there nonetheless, sometimes playing tag and other times picking from the berry bushes not too far off.

One fine day, amidst a usual game of tag, Joy accidentally tripped over the vine of a berry bush and she grabbed the edge of Venus’ dress as the fell to the ground. Joy’s face fell almost instantly as she heard the loud ‘RRRRRIP’ that followed and she realised what she had done.

“I’m soooo sorry, Venus! It was an accident! Honest!” she cried out in desperation. But she was not spared Venus’ wrath as her sister shot back, “Just because you’re not as pretty as me, doesn’t mean you have to spoil my image. THAT WAS MY FAVOURITE DRESS!” By that time, Minerva had scurried over and begun examining the tatters of the torn dress.

Shivering with both guilt and anger, Joy felt tears well up in her eyes and in a moment of overwhelming emotion, she darted forth into the Ferocious Forest and before her sisters could stop her, she had sprinted out of their sight.

Venus and Minerva glanced at each other as if in acknowledgment of similar thoughts and then, clutching tight to each others’ hands they crept forward into the mysterious beyond.


“Joy? Are you there?”

With each step they took, the forest seemed to grow darker and darker and with each minute that passed, Venus and Minerva grew more and more worried.

All of a sudden, a loud CRRRACKK resonated through the air and the cacophony of screeching birds sent shivers down the spines of the two princesses. Venus and Minerva held each other tightly as they tiptoed round the branch to continue their search when suddenly-

“Hello my sweets,” a soft, eerie voice came from the distance, leaving the pair rooted to the ground. Just then, they saw a tall, hooded figure emerge from a clearing, holding Joy captive with its bare hands. Venus and Minerva watched helplessly as the figure, now revealed to be an evil-looking old lady with a whart-infested face, brandished what she claimed to be a magic wand and threatened to turn all three of them into apples.

“W-what do you want from us?” Venus finally found the courage to say.

“What do I want from you?!” she began before continuing viciously, “REVENGE! Your father was a curse to this land! After he married that pretty peach, he has made everyone so happy that they haven’t any time for a sad old lady like me, leaving me abandoned, alone, banished to this faraway forest forever!” The old lady then began to sob.

Still bound by the sheer strength of the old lady, Joy took a quick glance at her sisters before beginning, “You mean to say no one has ever made you happy? You’ve never laughed or smiled before?”

“Never!” said the old lady with renewed vengeance, “And that’s why you three are going to pay for the dreadful deeds of your parents! Hahahahahah!” And amidst her evil laughter, the old lady lifted her magic wand to the sky, threatening to strike the princesses.

But just before she could lower her arm, Joy cried out, “Waaaaait! What was Beethoven’s favourite fruit?”

“What?” A look of pure confusion came across the face of the old lady.

“What was Beethoven’s favourite fruit?” Joy repeated.

“What does it matter? In a few moments, the only fruits you’re going to know are apples! Hahahahaha!”

But just before she could go on, Joy interjected, “BA-NA-NA-NAAAAA!”

It only took a moment for the old lady to realise Joy had been trying to tell her a joke and before long, the old lady went into a hysterical laughing fit and she laughed and she laughed and as she laughed, she lifted her grip from Joy, allowing her to go free.

And because Joy taught her the value of happiness, she decided to repay her by helping the princesses find their way out of the Ferocious Forest and back to the castle, where she personally thanked the king and queen for the bliss they had brought upon the kingdom.

As for Joy, she realised that it didn’t matter if she wasn’t as beautiful as Venus or as talented as Minerva, for she had been given the most valuable gift of them all – her namesake, joy.

Be strong and take heart, all you who hope in the LORD. – Psalm 31:24


Alex would like to think of herself as eternally happy. And she often is cheerful, especially in the company of good friends, a linguistic riddle or a nice, hot cup of English Breakfast Tea. She also lights up at the occasional tune God sneaks into her mind. But sometimes, she wishes she heard him speak to her more.

God and I: An update


Can’t really identify where I am in life now.

Just ended school, been working and now transiting into university

Yeap, in a transitional period, in a liminal space

Still trying to find my balance between family, old friends, new friends, community, school

How about my faith? Yeap, in a transitional period too

For the longest time I thought I could simply believe, but belief alone is insufficient

I must know God. Especially through the Bible

I need to take small steps, because I never ever sustain what I begin and try to commit

I shall shamelessly say, I’m going to buy my own Bible, finally

Other than that…

I’m beginning to realise my faith is somewhat child-like

And I thank God for the innocence in my belief despite the fact that some may think it shallow

I love to thank God everyday because I see the multiple blessings He has showered me with.

Often, the sorrow and frustrations don’t seem so bad in the face of these blessings

Despite the tinge of darkness that lingers in my mind, there is always hope that things will change

Maybe I’m feeble-minded, too sheltered, too blinded and have yet the face the atrocities of life

Until that comes, I aim to celebrate everyday that God hands me


Nicole likes to think in short sentences. Nicole loves to listen to others. She’s horribly disorganised and have extremely poor time management skills. But she is grateful that she is surrounded with people who can tolerate  and forgive her. She hates the fallibility of memory because every time she thinks about a great idea in the shower, she’d forget what it is the moment she steps out of the toilet.

Space (spoken word)

Full transcript can be found here.


  • Jason, for the ‘Asgard and Astronauts’ reference, and for loaning his house and pool.
  • Jes and Von, for enduring my humiliating first take (in cui shirt), and for vetting subsequent takes.
  • God, for all things, and particularly for incepting this post in CSC Ado last Monday.


Mel thinks that some words don’t look like what they mean. For instance, ‘moribund’ looks cute, and ‘felicity’ reminds him of a cat. Currently, he likes the word ‘stravaig’, though he hasn’t had much opportunity to use it. And he always forgets the word ‘bildungsroman’. He has never wanted to be an astronaut; he had/has higher aspirations. He is a Summoner: Miti Mumway ❤