The road less traveled...

God has been reminding me that He is with me always. Always... Three significant ministers of God have told me similar things like that. The first word I received was that God is changing the course of my life a little but at the same time I should not fear, because Jesus is holding my hand and walking with me. The second word was received in a Ladies' Conference. The theme of this Destiny Conference was taken from Psalm 139:16 " Not in the hand of man but in the hand of God ." We were asked to 'step in' to the river glory and to pick up a pearl which represented each of our destinies. When I was ready, I went forth. And into that 'river' I waded. There was a pearl, laid bare before me. It was just for me - it was my destiny. I picked it up and held it tightly; offered thanks to God, for He remembers me and He knows my destiny. The word that was released to me was that though the world may have abandoned me; but God, He never abandoned me. I thank God for ...

In the past month, I've experienced different things. New things as well as old. During one of the outreach meetings in church, I was exposed to rap music. Not that I've not heard people rap before, but I've not heard people rapping about God... not just that, but while rapping, I felt the presence of God. That made such a great difference. It brought out the 'light'. The two rappers stood up for their faith, separating the truth from lies; the light from darkness; the spiritual from the natural... There's something about the light that causes it to shine even in the midst of darkness... "The LORD is my light and my salvation; Whom shall I fear?" Psalm 27:1a "For You will light my lamp ; The LORD my God will enlighten my darkness." Psalm 18:28 "Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path ." Psalm 119:105 What do you think this LIGHT and LAMP refers to? When we gave our lives to Jesus, our spirits were joint as ONE w...

Being a musician , or an artist, or a designer... We tend to dwell in our own world. How genuine are we outside of our own world? Or how authentic are we when we are in our world? How do we measure the authenticity and the creativity? Do we allow others to judge us by what we produce or by who we are? Who are we in our own world? How do we as musicians, composers, conductors, performers, artists, singers,... how do we open up our world? How much of our world can the world feel or understand? Or would it even be possible for people to understand? It is said that 'a picture paints a thousand words'. Does music sing a thousand songs then? But can music be described as something that "sings"? Or something that we hear? Even by looking at a same picture or painting, everybody interprets it differently. People see it from different aspects and people appreciate it in different ways. What happens when Beethoven's Fifth Symphony is played? Or when Gershwin's Fascina...

Here are some updates since the beginning of May... Set up this blog on the 2 nd of May... I realised I gained 5kg on the 5 th of May... Watched Pete's Dragon on the 9 th of May... Mother's Day was on the 11 th of May... Daddy's birthday was on the 12 th of May... My housemate went back to Malaysia on the 16 th of May... Looked for jobs on the 19 th of May... Went for an interview on the 21st of May... Had a wonderful performance at St.Peter's Church on the 21st of May... Handed in my last assignment and took my last written exam for this term on the 22 nd of May... Got a summer job on the 23rd of May... Had McD for lunch on the 25th of May... (I've not had McD since January...that's 4 months without McD...gosh) My summer holiday has officially begun on the 23rd of May... Come what may... For the rest of the days, I have been busy studying, practising piano, and reading about music therapy. Oh, and not forgetting to watch some Korean dramas in between ;...

Undo... Backspace... Cancel... They are such common features found in this 21st Century especially when we are so depended on electronic gadgets. I was cooking today and I realised that I can't undo an action. I can't just stop cooking half way and throw it away and redo it by starting all over. Same goes for a performance. Or even a sight-reading test. If I'm playing a piece, I am not allowed to re-do or undo my mistakes. By doing so, the whole piece will sound disconnected and in a mess. Wouldn't the mistakes be even more obvious if you were to repeat or re-do or even undo them? What we musicians and performers usually do is to improvise or rather is to 'cover-up'. It's the same in life. I can't undo my mistakes. I can't go back to when I was 8 years old and re-decide on a wrong decision I made then. Life does not allow us to cancel what was wrong nor can we undo a silly mistake. We are sure good in covering up our wrongs. Tell a lie and nobody wil...

This is my support system for the rhythm of life! For all my beloved family members, relatives and lovely friends... Firstly, thank you for everything. Thank you for being who you are and for sheltering me with love. All of you are in my life, giving me precious input , making me a better person and loving me no matter what. I am truly honoured to have you in my life. No man is an island - that's what I came to realize. People who accept me as who I am, who stayed through the thick and thin of my life, who gave me a smile, a hug, a prayer, a word of encouragement , a cup of Starbucks , have Korean food together, took pretty pictures with me, who listens to me, who goes crazy with me, who doesn't mind me being me, who did not abandon me, who knew me from the inside out, who look past my sin and faults, who open their arms widely to receive, who would scold me, who would want to see me happy and want the best for me... Thank you! I love you all. Words are not enough to describe ...

The Road Not Taken (1915) Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth. Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same. And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. Robert Frost