Monday, August 31, 2009
You Raise Me Up
When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.
There is no life - no life without its hunger;
Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;
But when you come and I am filled with wonder,
Sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.
There is no life - no life without its hunger;
Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;
But when you come and I am filled with wonder,
Sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.
Another wholesome christian song which I really love. It always reminds me that no matter what happens, I will never be alone.
Shout to the Lord
Shout to the Lord
My Jesus, my Saviour
Lord there is none like You
All of my days I want to praise
The wonders of Your mighty love
My comfort, my shelter
Tower of refuge and strength
Let every breath, all that I am
Never cease to worship You
Shout to the Lord
All the Earth, let us sing
Power and majesty
Praise to the King
Mountains bow down
And the seas will roar
At the sound of Your name
I sing for joy at the works
Of Your hands
Forever I'll love You
Forever I'll stand
Nothing compares
To the promise I have
In You
By: Hillsong
When in jubilation, when in sorrow, when in sadness or loneliness, remember that you are never alone. Shou to the lord so that he may laugh with you, shout to him so that he may wipe your tears. So pray hard my dear friends and God bless!
My Jesus, my Saviour
Lord there is none like You
All of my days I want to praise
The wonders of Your mighty love
My comfort, my shelter
Tower of refuge and strength
Let every breath, all that I am
Never cease to worship You
Shout to the Lord
All the Earth, let us sing
Power and majesty
Praise to the King
Mountains bow down
And the seas will roar
At the sound of Your name
I sing for joy at the works
Of Your hands
Forever I'll love You
Forever I'll stand
Nothing compares
To the promise I have
In You
By: Hillsong
When in jubilation, when in sorrow, when in sadness or loneliness, remember that you are never alone. Shou to the lord so that he may laugh with you, shout to him so that he may wipe your tears. So pray hard my dear friends and God bless!
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Bible Story: Genesis 12:2-3
God said to Abraham," I will make you into a great nation and I will bless you; I will make your name great, and you will be a blessing. I will bless those who bless you, and whoever curses you I will curse; and all peoples on earth will be blessed through you."
God spoke creative words to Abraham. A nation means lots and lots of people. But Abraham and Sarah had no children. Abraham was 75 years of age and Sarah was 65 and it looked as if they would never have any children. How then could lots and lots people come from Abraham if he didn’t have any children?
Although God spoke the word to Abraham it did not happen overnight. It was only when Abraham was 100 years old and Sarah was ninety that Isaac was born. Just as God had spoken the word to Abraham, Sarah became pregnant and bore a son to Abraham in his old age, at the very time God had promised him.
Abraham gave the name Isaac to the son. Sarah said that God had brought her laughter, and everyone who hears about this will laugh with her. And that’s what Isaac means – laughter.
God also said that he will make Abraham’s name great. That meant Abraham would become a very important man. That word surely did come true.
Friday, August 21, 2009
A Beautiful Poem
Stream of Life
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day
runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth
in numberless blades of grass
and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth
and of death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.
And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.From
RABINDRANATH TAGORE'S
GITANJALIMonday, August 10, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Penguin goes to the Macritchie Nature reserve
This will be my last outing for this holidays. The next hike will probably take place 3 months later. so here' our crew of the day, Ivan on the left and Calista on the right.
Mid way though the trip, we came across a troop of monkeys. Unlike those from Bukit timah, they are extremely friendly and they would look apon visitors with an air of curiosity.
Although the monkeys were curious about us, they are pretty wary of our precense too. Any sudden movement from us would sent them scurrying up the trees.
The monkeys live in large social groups. They are extremely playful, often wrestling around and chasing one another.
A juvenile monkey. He was nice enough to pose for me.
Young or old, the family would take care of one another. Here's a picture of an older monkey helping a juvenile pick off the parasites on its fur.
A curious juvenile tasting my jeans.
The same monkey from Ivan's point of view.
Another shot with another monkey.
Another one taking an interest in Ivan's leg.
A monkey enjoying the shade.
Nature's sculpturing at work, a twisting vine.
We carried on our journey to the treetop walk.
A mailbox in the middle of the jungle? Interesting.
The HSBC treetop walk. A one way journey, meaning you can't turn back.
A ladder leading to the top of one of the supports on the treetop walk. Unfortunately it is sealed so we couldn't climb up.
A dead tree, a reminder of how strong and mighty it once was.
A crested lizard. One of the flying lizards in the jungle. Its not a true flyer, rather it glides from point to point.
Callista and Ivan, the 2 wonderful companions of the day.
The end of the tree top walk. Now on to the Jelutong Tower.
Though its a pest, the fly can be a really colourful jewel when seen upclose.
A clouded monitor, one of the 2 monitor lizard species living in the Central Catchment Reserves.
Life and death. A constant reminder that whatever that is borned to this world must perish one day, only to be replaced by new life. A reminder that nature is a neverending cycle.
A meaningful note:
Here, man is no longer the ruler of the world, only a witness, but a witness who is also a partner in the silent world of nature, bound by secret affinities in the trees.
Dan Hommarskjold
Here's Ivan, our navigator for the day.
And Calista, Miss Chirpy. Our trip would not be so lively without her.
A society grows when old men plant trees whose shade they know shall never sit in.
A reminder to our increasingly self centered society that we revolve around the world and not the other way round.
Possibly a Malayan Viscount
A damselfly. An easy way to identify the difference between a damselfly and a dragonfly is that the damselfly folds its wings up while the dragonfly folds its wings down.
The same damselfly. A wonderful product of nature.
A Common Faun. A jungle buterfly seen commonly at the central catchment nature reserves.
I maybe tiny, but look closer and you shall see my beauty.
Panoramic view from the Jelutong Tower. The tower is named after the Jelutong trees that peaks over the canopy layer.
Calista from head down perspective.
A not so natural visitor of the nature reserve. Land Rovers. Kudos to the people serving the nation.
Calista again!
Why itsn't the bus coming?
Some random shots. I shall call this, "Forward'
Men hard at work. Though we often overlook it, we should always remember that our very comforts is a product of someone else's blood, toil tears and sweat.
Fatigue on the left, amazement on the right.
A very friendly stallholder.
My meal of the day, a final goodbye.
Mid way though the trip, we came across a troop of monkeys. Unlike those from Bukit timah, they are extremely friendly and they would look apon visitors with an air of curiosity.
Although the monkeys were curious about us, they are pretty wary of our precense too. Any sudden movement from us would sent them scurrying up the trees.
The monkeys live in large social groups. They are extremely playful, often wrestling around and chasing one another.
A juvenile monkey. He was nice enough to pose for me.
Young or old, the family would take care of one another. Here's a picture of an older monkey helping a juvenile pick off the parasites on its fur.
A curious juvenile tasting my jeans.
The same monkey from Ivan's point of view.Another shot with another monkey.
Another one taking an interest in Ivan's leg.A monkey enjoying the shade.Nature's sculpturing at work, a twisting vine.
We carried on our journey to the treetop walk.
A mailbox in the middle of the jungle? Interesting.The HSBC treetop walk. A one way journey, meaning you can't turn back.A ladder leading to the top of one of the supports on the treetop walk. Unfortunately it is sealed so we couldn't climb up.
A dead tree, a reminder of how strong and mighty it once was.A crested lizard. One of the flying lizards in the jungle. Its not a true flyer, rather it glides from point to point.Callista and Ivan, the 2 wonderful companions of the day.The end of the tree top walk. Now on to the Jelutong Tower.Though its a pest, the fly can be a really colourful jewel when seen upclose.
A clouded monitor, one of the 2 monitor lizard species living in the Central Catchment Reserves.Life and death. A constant reminder that whatever that is borned to this world must perish one day, only to be replaced by new life. A reminder that nature is a neverending cycle.A meaningful note:Here, man is no longer the ruler of the world, only a witness, but a witness who is also a partner in the silent world of nature, bound by secret affinities in the trees.
Dan Hommarskjold
Here's Ivan, our navigator for the day.And Calista, Miss Chirpy. Our trip would not be so lively without her.
A society grows when old men plant trees whose shade they know shall never sit in.A reminder to our increasingly self centered society that we revolve around the world and not the other way round.
Possibly a Malayan ViscountA damselfly. An easy way to identify the difference between a damselfly and a dragonfly is that the damselfly folds its wings up while the dragonfly folds its wings down.The same damselfly. A wonderful product of nature.A Common Faun. A jungle buterfly seen commonly at the central catchment nature reserves.I maybe tiny, but look closer and you shall see my beauty.
Panoramic view from the Jelutong Tower. The tower is named after the Jelutong trees that peaks over the canopy layer.
Calista from head down perspective.
A not so natural visitor of the nature reserve. Land Rovers. Kudos to the people serving the nation.Calista again!
Why itsn't the bus coming?
Some random shots. I shall call this, "Forward'
Men hard at work. Though we often overlook it, we should always remember that our very comforts is a product of someone else's blood, toil tears and sweat.Fatigue on the left, amazement on the right.A very friendly stallholder.My meal of the day, a final goodbye.
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