Yes, the little mouse finally heard her all time favourite swing performed live at Alexis. Most yummiest tiramisu cake ever too :)
Quando, Quando, Quando
(originally a pop song by Engelbert Humperdinck. Also sang by Michael Buble's, with a jazzy twist :D )
Tell me when will you be mine
Tell me quando quando quando
We can share a love divine
Please don't make me wait again
When will you say yes to me
Tell me quando quando quando
You mean happiness to me
Oh my lover tell me when
Chorus:
Every moments a day
Every day seems a lifetime
Let me show you the way
To a joy beyond compare
I can't wait a moment more
Tell me quando quando quando
Say its me that you adore
And then darling tell me when
Chorus:
Every moments a day
Every day seems a lifetime
Let me show you the way
To a joy beyond compare
I can't wait a moment more
Tell me quando quando quando
Say its me that you adore
And then darling tell me when
Monday, January 29, 2007
Friday, January 19, 2007
Amazing Grace
Little mouse's worship for tonight :) The good ol' Amazing Grace.
(By John Newton)
G C G
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound,
D
That saved a wretch like me!
G C G
I once was lost, but now am found,
Em D G
Was blind, but now I see.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believed!
Through many dangers, toils and snares,
We have already come;
'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
When we've been here ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we'd first begun.
(By John Newton)
G C G
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound,
D
That saved a wretch like me!
G C G
I once was lost, but now am found,
Em D G
Was blind, but now I see.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believed!
Through many dangers, toils and snares,
We have already come;
'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
When we've been here ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we'd first begun.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Good, Better, Best!
The worst enemy of "Better"
Is not "Bad"
Nor it is "Worse"
And not even "Worst".
It is "Good".
Paradoxical? No way!
Is not "Bad"
Nor it is "Worse"
And not even "Worst".
It is "Good".
Paradoxical? No way!
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Be Holy (Part 2)
Third day of the little mouse new work in the big-big world “out there”. Responsibilities are bucketing. Expectation is pilling big. Challenges spawns like mushrooms on a rainy day. Learning to be more optimistic in life is the first lesson the little mouse is to learn, you may say.
Well, not actually…
The first and foremost and also most important lesson the little mouse should, and keep on learning, is to be holy.
The little mouse was attempting to squeeze her car into the teeny weeny parking space, when suddenly she heard a sound. A tiny sound mighty enough to push her into the deepest, darkest pit of anxiousness.
Sssvvvxxxtttddd... Her car had “accidentally” scraped the car next to the parking space she was trying to get in. Just as she was plunging down into the deepest, darkest pit of anxiousness, time suddenly stopped. She turned her head and saw. Behold! The “poor injured” car was an oh-so-lavishly-expensive-and-never-in-her-life-see-such-a-beautiful-car! After a minute ogling at the luxurious car, she continued her journey of plunging down the deepest, darkest pit of anxiousness.
Then, ran three parking attendants to her.
Mr. Parking 1: OHHHHH… You smashed the car! You smashed Mr. Richman’s car!
Mr. Parking 2: AHHHHH… How now, har? How?
Little mouse: (speechless… while looking at the three tiny five-centimeters grazes at the bumper)
Mr. Parking 1: The car is damaged!! (voice raising high)
Little mouse: (speechless… still looking at the three tiny five-centimeters grazes at the bumper)
Mr. Parking 2: How now, little missy? What you are to do about it? (his stern look fired a high capacity laser beam into the little mouse’s heart)
Little mouse: (speechless… sobbing quietly while praying for God’s help)
Mr. Parking 3: This car is extremely expensive, you know! What you are going to do about it? (his words fired gazillions of bullets into her heart)
Little mouse: (praying even harder) I am sorry. I will pay for the damages caused.
Mr. Parking 2: Ok, pay now!!
Mr. Parking 3: You know how expensive this car is? You better pay now!
Little mouse: Erm, I will pay the car owner myself and say sorry to him.
Mr. Parking 1: How can? Pay us now!
Little mouse: I’ll give you my phone number. Please pass it to him and kindly ask him to give me a call. I’ll settle with him.
Mr. Parking 1: Just pay us now and get it over with! Mr. Richman is going to be furious when he knows you damage his car! (his annoyed look launched ten thousands torpedoes into her heart)
Little mouse: It’s ok. I will apologize to him myself. I will settle the payment myself.
Mr. Parking 2: Pay us! Why don’t you pay us! He’ll be fuming with anger with us! You know, we’ll be the one he’ll bawl at. (his anger launched five millions silos targeting to hit her heart)
Little mouse: Then, just pass Mr. Richman my details… I’ll talk to him… (trembling with fear and praying even harder)
Mr. Parking 1: … (speechless)
Mr. Parking 2: … (speechless)
Mr. Parking 3: … (speechless)
So, then, the three parking attendants took the little mouse’s details and phone number to be passed to Mr. Richman. Mr. Richman did call the end of the day. He was not really a baddie. Rich... very very rich, but not really a baddie. He was actually glad that she had passed her contact to him and not to run away by giving the money to the parking attendants. The little mouse knew that if she were to give money to the three parking attendants, she does not need to go through the hassle of meeting up with Mr. Richman to discuss on the payment for the damages (yes, three tiny five-centimeters grazes, to be precise) she had caused.
The amount to be paid was then settled. The amount she has to pay for the three tiny five-centimeters grazes on his car bumper was more than what she expected. Yes, far far FAR more and even beyond what she expected to pay. Then, there she goes again, plunging down into the deepest, darkest pit of anxiousness…
Well, at least, she’s glad she made the right choice. Her loving God will help her through… Amen.
1 Peter 1:15-16 (NIV)
(15) But just as he who called you is holy, so be holy in all you do; (16) for it is written: "Be holy, because I am holy."
Well, not actually…
The first and foremost and also most important lesson the little mouse should, and keep on learning, is to be holy.
The little mouse was attempting to squeeze her car into the teeny weeny parking space, when suddenly she heard a sound. A tiny sound mighty enough to push her into the deepest, darkest pit of anxiousness.
Sssvvvxxxtttddd... Her car had “accidentally” scraped the car next to the parking space she was trying to get in. Just as she was plunging down into the deepest, darkest pit of anxiousness, time suddenly stopped. She turned her head and saw. Behold! The “poor injured” car was an oh-so-lavishly-expensive-and-never-in-her-life-see-such-a-beautiful-car! After a minute ogling at the luxurious car, she continued her journey of plunging down the deepest, darkest pit of anxiousness.
Then, ran three parking attendants to her.
Mr. Parking 1: OHHHHH… You smashed the car! You smashed Mr. Richman’s car!
Mr. Parking 2: AHHHHH… How now, har? How?
Little mouse: (speechless… while looking at the three tiny five-centimeters grazes at the bumper)
Mr. Parking 1: The car is damaged!! (voice raising high)
Little mouse: (speechless… still looking at the three tiny five-centimeters grazes at the bumper)
Mr. Parking 2: How now, little missy? What you are to do about it? (his stern look fired a high capacity laser beam into the little mouse’s heart)
Little mouse: (speechless… sobbing quietly while praying for God’s help)
Mr. Parking 3: This car is extremely expensive, you know! What you are going to do about it? (his words fired gazillions of bullets into her heart)
Little mouse: (praying even harder) I am sorry. I will pay for the damages caused.
Mr. Parking 2: Ok, pay now!!
Mr. Parking 3: You know how expensive this car is? You better pay now!
Little mouse: Erm, I will pay the car owner myself and say sorry to him.
Mr. Parking 1: How can? Pay us now!
Little mouse: I’ll give you my phone number. Please pass it to him and kindly ask him to give me a call. I’ll settle with him.
Mr. Parking 1: Just pay us now and get it over with! Mr. Richman is going to be furious when he knows you damage his car! (his annoyed look launched ten thousands torpedoes into her heart)
Little mouse: It’s ok. I will apologize to him myself. I will settle the payment myself.
Mr. Parking 2: Pay us! Why don’t you pay us! He’ll be fuming with anger with us! You know, we’ll be the one he’ll bawl at. (his anger launched five millions silos targeting to hit her heart)
Little mouse: Then, just pass Mr. Richman my details… I’ll talk to him… (trembling with fear and praying even harder)
Mr. Parking 1: … (speechless)
Mr. Parking 2: … (speechless)
Mr. Parking 3: … (speechless)
So, then, the three parking attendants took the little mouse’s details and phone number to be passed to Mr. Richman. Mr. Richman did call the end of the day. He was not really a baddie. Rich... very very rich, but not really a baddie. He was actually glad that she had passed her contact to him and not to run away by giving the money to the parking attendants. The little mouse knew that if she were to give money to the three parking attendants, she does not need to go through the hassle of meeting up with Mr. Richman to discuss on the payment for the damages (yes, three tiny five-centimeters grazes, to be precise) she had caused.
The amount to be paid was then settled. The amount she has to pay for the three tiny five-centimeters grazes on his car bumper was more than what she expected. Yes, far far FAR more and even beyond what she expected to pay. Then, there she goes again, plunging down into the deepest, darkest pit of anxiousness…
Well, at least, she’s glad she made the right choice. Her loving God will help her through… Amen.
1 Peter 1:15-16 (NIV)
(15) But just as he who called you is holy, so be holy in all you do; (16) for it is written: "Be holy, because I am holy."
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Be Holy (Part 1)
Yesterday was the little mouse’s first day at work in a new place. Oh what great scent; the whiff of a new adventure! After a hard day of work (not really though), it’s time for the little mouse to travel back to her humble abode.
Unfamiliar with the route home, the little mouse could not decide on whether on taking the left turn or heading straight. On one second, the little mouse thought, “I remembered, it’s the left turn!”
But, at the very last second, “Oh no, I think I am supposed to go straight…”
And off her little mousie car swayed, from the left lane to the middle lane.
Oblivious to her, she committed an “illegal” move! Mr. Policemantoe and Mr. Policemantaa who was at the junction stopped her. “Oh no, what wrong have I done?” the little mouse pondered, while her mind is still very much cluttered with question; which direction leads her home.
Mr. Policemantaa: Hey, mousie lady, you know what traffic offenses you did?
Little mouse: Err… no, actually…
Mr. Policemantaa: Sure?
Little mouse: Was it because I swayed to the middle lane?
Mr. Policemantaa: You did an illegal sway, my dear! Where are you heading?
Little mouse: Home. I thought home was that way. But in the end, I think it’s this way.
Mr. Policemantaa: Heck, no. You should take that way. That way leads you home. Why the sudden change of mind?
Little mouse: I was not sure. I am very unfamiliar to this place.
Mr. Policemantaa: So how? Want to pay the fine or not?
Little mouse: Huh? Not pay the fine?
Mr. Policemantaa: Yes, missy. Not pay the fine…
Little mouse: … (stared blankly at him)
Mr. Policemantaa: Treat us a meal, if you wish not pay the fine. (grinning cheek to cheek)
Little mouse: … (continue to stare blankly at him)
Mr. Policemantaa: Yes, just gave both of us a “treat”. Else, you have to pay 300 Dils. That’s a lot, you know! (grinning ear to ear)
Little mouse: 300 Dils??? (eyes opened bewildered)
Then, in all sudden, the little mousie angel and the little mouse devil appeared on both side of her shoulder.
The red devil whisper to her in one ear, “Hey, 300 Dils is a lot of money! Think of the hard work you poured in to earn a better living. Think about all the pretty dresses and delicious meals you can buy with it. Come on, give them a ‘treat’. Besides, everyone does it! It’s so common. So normal. So, why not?”
And so, the little red devil continued with his long, elaborated thesis on why not the little mouse gave a “meal treat” to the policemen.
The little white angel spoke of only two words. In a gentle whisper, he said, “Be holy”.
Little mouse: Err… Mr. Policemantaa, it’s ok. Since I have done wrong, I deserved the fine.
Mr. Policemantaa: What???????? (eyes wide opened bewildered)
Mr. Policemantoe: What’s happening here? So, how little missy?
Mr. Policemantaa: This little missy wants a fine!
Little mouse: I have done wrong. Please fine me.
Mr. Policemantoe: Are you sure? Come, let me see your driving license.
Little mouse: Here you go.
So, Mr. Policemantoe took the little mouse’s driving license and took out his pen and this notebook.
Mr. Policemantoe: Where you heading, missy? (flipping the pages of his notebook)
Little mouse: Oh, I am heading home. May I ask, which way to home. I am quite lost.
Mr. Policemantoe: Oh, go straight. That’s the easier route. Don’t turn left.
Little mouse: Will there be traffic jam there?
Mr. Policemantoe: Well, in this hustling-bustling city, it will be jammed.
Little mouse: Oh… no other way?
Mr. Policemantoe: Yes, but straight would be much easier.
Little mouse: Thanks, Mr. Policemantoe.
Mr. Policemantoe: Hmmm… next time becareful. Don’t do any illegal move anymore, okay?
And then, the policeman handed her back her license… just her license. She received no fine.
She’s glad she made the right choice; that is to be holy as Lord her God is holy. For her choice pleases God. And that is what matter most.
Thank God.
1 Peter 1:15-16 (NIV)
(15)But just as he who called you is holy, so be holy in all you do; (16)for it is written: "Be holy, because I am holy."
Unfamiliar with the route home, the little mouse could not decide on whether on taking the left turn or heading straight. On one second, the little mouse thought, “I remembered, it’s the left turn!”
But, at the very last second, “Oh no, I think I am supposed to go straight…”
And off her little mousie car swayed, from the left lane to the middle lane.
Oblivious to her, she committed an “illegal” move! Mr. Policemantoe and Mr. Policemantaa who was at the junction stopped her. “Oh no, what wrong have I done?” the little mouse pondered, while her mind is still very much cluttered with question; which direction leads her home.
Mr. Policemantaa: Hey, mousie lady, you know what traffic offenses you did?
Little mouse: Err… no, actually…
Mr. Policemantaa: Sure?
Little mouse: Was it because I swayed to the middle lane?
Mr. Policemantaa: You did an illegal sway, my dear! Where are you heading?
Little mouse: Home. I thought home was that way. But in the end, I think it’s this way.
Mr. Policemantaa: Heck, no. You should take that way. That way leads you home. Why the sudden change of mind?
Little mouse: I was not sure. I am very unfamiliar to this place.
Mr. Policemantaa: So how? Want to pay the fine or not?
Little mouse: Huh? Not pay the fine?
Mr. Policemantaa: Yes, missy. Not pay the fine…
Little mouse: … (stared blankly at him)
Mr. Policemantaa: Treat us a meal, if you wish not pay the fine. (grinning cheek to cheek)
Little mouse: … (continue to stare blankly at him)
Mr. Policemantaa: Yes, just gave both of us a “treat”. Else, you have to pay 300 Dils. That’s a lot, you know! (grinning ear to ear)
Little mouse: 300 Dils??? (eyes opened bewildered)
Then, in all sudden, the little mousie angel and the little mouse devil appeared on both side of her shoulder.
The red devil whisper to her in one ear, “Hey, 300 Dils is a lot of money! Think of the hard work you poured in to earn a better living. Think about all the pretty dresses and delicious meals you can buy with it. Come on, give them a ‘treat’. Besides, everyone does it! It’s so common. So normal. So, why not?”
And so, the little red devil continued with his long, elaborated thesis on why not the little mouse gave a “meal treat” to the policemen.
The little white angel spoke of only two words. In a gentle whisper, he said, “Be holy”.
Little mouse: Err… Mr. Policemantaa, it’s ok. Since I have done wrong, I deserved the fine.
Mr. Policemantaa: What???????? (eyes wide opened bewildered)
Mr. Policemantoe: What’s happening here? So, how little missy?
Mr. Policemantaa: This little missy wants a fine!
Little mouse: I have done wrong. Please fine me.
Mr. Policemantoe: Are you sure? Come, let me see your driving license.
Little mouse: Here you go.
So, Mr. Policemantoe took the little mouse’s driving license and took out his pen and this notebook.
Mr. Policemantoe: Where you heading, missy? (flipping the pages of his notebook)
Little mouse: Oh, I am heading home. May I ask, which way to home. I am quite lost.
Mr. Policemantoe: Oh, go straight. That’s the easier route. Don’t turn left.
Little mouse: Will there be traffic jam there?
Mr. Policemantoe: Well, in this hustling-bustling city, it will be jammed.
Little mouse: Oh… no other way?
Mr. Policemantoe: Yes, but straight would be much easier.
Little mouse: Thanks, Mr. Policemantoe.
Mr. Policemantoe: Hmmm… next time becareful. Don’t do any illegal move anymore, okay?
And then, the policeman handed her back her license… just her license. She received no fine.
She’s glad she made the right choice; that is to be holy as Lord her God is holy. For her choice pleases God. And that is what matter most.
Thank God.
1 Peter 1:15-16 (NIV)
(15)But just as he who called you is holy, so be holy in all you do; (16)for it is written: "Be holy, because I am holy."
Monday, January 08, 2007
2007 - New, new, new
2007, beginning of abundances of "new". And it's only beginning of January :)
- New cell: Light Bearer (1 Peter 2:9)
- New hairdo: mousie gone curly
- New job: working in high sky scaper
- New gadget: click, click, click!
More "new" to come, amen!
1 Peter 2:9 (NIV)
But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.
- New cell: Light Bearer (1 Peter 2:9)
- New hairdo: mousie gone curly
- New job: working in high sky scaper
- New gadget: click, click, click!
More "new" to come, amen!
1 Peter 2:9 (NIV)
But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Emptiness vs Fullness
At any time,
Can something so void can be so fulled?
And something so fulled can be so void?
Yes, is the answer.
When my fullness of contentment fills the void of hunger for Him.
When void of hunger for Him empties my fullness of contentment.
It is, then, a true and pure worship and prayer rises up,
And the One I seek become to so real to me.
Paradoxical? Nay, it’s not.
Ezra 3 (NIV) (emphasis: mine)
(10) When the builders laid the foundation of the temple of the Lord, the priests in their vestments and with trumpets, and the Levites (the sons of Asaph) with cymbals, took their places to praise the Lord, as prescribed by David king of Israel. (11) With praise and thanksgiving they sang to the Lord:
"He is good; His love to Israel endures forever." And all the people gave a great shout of praise to the Lord, because the foundation of the house of the Lord was laid. (12) But many of the older priests and Levites and family heads, who had seen the former temple, wept aloud when they saw the foundation of this temple being laid, while many others shouted for joy. (13) No one could distinguish the sound of the shouts of joy from the sound of weeping, because the people made so much noise. And the sound was heard far away.
Can something so void can be so fulled?
And something so fulled can be so void?
Yes, is the answer.
When my fullness of contentment fills the void of hunger for Him.
When void of hunger for Him empties my fullness of contentment.
It is, then, a true and pure worship and prayer rises up,
And the One I seek become to so real to me.
Paradoxical? Nay, it’s not.
Ezra 3 (NIV) (emphasis: mine)
(10) When the builders laid the foundation of the temple of the Lord, the priests in their vestments and with trumpets, and the Levites (the sons of Asaph) with cymbals, took their places to praise the Lord, as prescribed by David king of Israel. (11) With praise and thanksgiving they sang to the Lord:
"He is good; His love to Israel endures forever." And all the people gave a great shout of praise to the Lord, because the foundation of the house of the Lord was laid. (12) But many of the older priests and Levites and family heads, who had seen the former temple, wept aloud when they saw the foundation of this temple being laid, while many others shouted for joy. (13) No one could distinguish the sound of the shouts of joy from the sound of weeping, because the people made so much noise. And the sound was heard far away.
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