Escher's REALITY

The original piece named 'Reality' by famed artist Escher


A Lego attempt at reality... i think it's rather good.


Whoever said Lego didn't look realistic?

Psalm 138:8

Something from my home which i wished to share.
~It needs no explination~

What Love Is

Love is patient, love is kind; it does not envy, it does not boast.
It is not proud, it is not rude, it is not self seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices in truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love, but the greatest of these is
LOVE!

- Corinthians 1:13, 4-8

My House At Christmas [2]

Have yourself a Holy Christmas!


Nativity Scene
(Built by my Dad - isn't he clever!)


Advent Candles.
(We're lighting the last candle tonight.)


Over Loaded Christmas Tree.
(It seems red is in this year.)

My House At Christmas

Yeah this is my house at christmas time...



... And yes, that is a giant snowman on our roof patio....
hmmm, a snowman in Singapore, be it a giant one. DONT ASK!

Every Womans Dream

To Have No Stomach...

This is a photo I took of a statue in our house,
bought by my step-mum.
I find it inspiring and tastefully artistic.

Love

Living Waters

Calm waters gleaming,
Beneath the golden sun.
placid lakes, Quiet streams,
Running into one.

Rainbow worlds of coral,
In Tropical Lagoons.
Silver waters glistening,
Under a silver moon.

Sink below the surface
Into a world of your own,
A short 'get-away' from life,
A place to be alone.

The waters will look after you,
They'll hold you in their hand.
From the surface of the waters edge,
To the beds of shifting sand.

So take a dive and witness
The beauty and the grace,
Of this blue planets' hidden world,
This wondrous living place.

The Fan

When I’m cold, or when I’m hot
The fan makes me what I’m not
There no way to explain this thing
It feels like a big bird flapping its wing
Low, Medium, and high too
Without the fan I don’t know what I'd do
Because when I’m tired its so very soothing
Especially when it keeps on moving!
There’s no way I could live without
Keeping you comfy is what its about
If you have no fan, you're living a lie
And if you don’t plan on getting one
I don’t know why...

The Music of Silence

Sometimes the Music Of Life stops
And you are left with some choices...

To pine away for the lost melody
even while the actual tune fades to a distant memory.

Search for some new song, perhaps the latest craze,
hoping that it will harmonize with your soul.

Dream up a whole new verse
to carry you in the 'right' direction.


But I believe sometimes being comfortable
with The Silence IS enough...

Because if you can accept it and you listen hard enough
You'll realise that it has a chorus all of its own.

What He Means To Me

He means so much to me I just wish he knew

because when I'm around him the sky’s a different blue

and when he talks to me my knees begin to shake

the last thing I want is another heartbreak

if he would love me like I do

I could tell him that I will always be true

but when I try to talk I just don’t know what to say

because I know he doesn’t feel the same way.

The Most Beautyfull Girl

No words can describe it
It's L O V E!

My heart didn't understand
the limitless extent of Love
Till you entered our lives.


Olivia Cheong Po Tim
My niece

Somebody Has To

Somebody has to go polish the stars,
They're looking a little bit dull.
Somebody has to go polish the stars,
For the eagles and starlings and gulls
Have all been complaining they're tarnished and worn,
They say they want new ones we cannot afford.
So please get your rags
And your polishing jars,
Somebody has to go polish the stars.

It's Not Too Late

It's not too late... the angel said.
Even though the world's a mess...
Even though you're not that young...
Even though you've made mistakes and have been afraid
It's not too late...

And then I saw the world through the angels' eyes...
I saw the colors I could paint
The bridges I could build
The lives that I could touch
The dreams that could still come true
And it became very clear to me...
That it's not too late.
Ron Atchison

Perfect Imperfection

I am a contradiction
a perfect imperfection
On looking in from outside
I think I’d pass inspection

My nails are neat, each hair in place
My clothes the latest styles
But look a little closer,
And you can see my trials

The window to my balanced soul
Is stained from too much smoke
A birds eye view down at my heart
Will clearly show it’s broke

My best intentions lead to pain
And complicated messes
My head is filled with wishes,
My decisions second guesses

There was a time I tried to hide
each wrinkle, scar and tear
But I’m learning to appreciate
That I’m more than I appear

Each wrinkle tells a story
The path from there to here
I’ve earned a little wisdom
With every falling tear

My soul will soar in brilliant skies
But then I’ll need to rest
The embers of my passion
Still smolder in my chest

Perhaps I’ll let my hair go wild
And skip the manicure
I’ll wear my favorite color
They’ll say "Hey, look at her"

My hair, my heart, my clothes, my soul
Will walk in one direction
No longer contradicting
My perfect imperfection

"Come to the edge"

“Come to the edge.”
“We can't. We're afraid.”

“Come to the edge.”
“We can't. We will fall!”

“Come to the edge.”

And they came.
And He pushed them.
And they flew.

Guillaume Apollinaire, 1880-1918 French Poet, Philosopher

The Meaning of Human Life

A man has made at least a start
on discovering the meaning of human life
when he plants shade trees under
which he knows full well he will never sit.

D. Elton Trueblood

A New Day

"This is the beginning of a new day.
You have been given this day to use as you will.
You can waste it or use it for good.
What you do today is important
because you are exchanging a day of your life for it.
When tomorrow comes, this day will be gone forever;
in its place is something that you have left behind...
let it be something good."

Author Unknown

Lord Ganesha

Power

Strength and self assertion
lie within us all
yet we are afraid.

We do not use the resources
given to us to lift our lives
from the comfortable, stagnant routine
locked into work, relationships, ourselves.

Fearing what others may think of us
we lack the courage to step
from our accustomed role.

Strength and self assertion
can be demonstrated
with gracious kindness.
Softly spoken truths will take us further
than aggressive defensiveness.

Be true to yourself... Dare to be different
by courageously stepping forward
to say... "I am"... "I will be"
then "be"
remembering always to move softly
with gentleness and love.

Free yourself from what others want you to be
from the things that disappoint you.
Find and use the magnificent
loving P O W E R withing you.

Angels

I believe in angels,

The kind that heaven sends,

I am surrounded by angels,

But I call them friends.

Time For Reflection

Maybe its time for

some deep thoughts

I need to sort out my mind...

Too confusing,

too many questions

The answers i need to find...

Unnamed

When the storm rises up
When the shadows descend
Every beat of my heart
Every day without end
Every second I live
That's a promise I make
Till there's no more to give
"If that's what it takes"

~

An original I wrote a couple of years back
while staring into dancing flames and listening
to the wail of the storm raging outside.
It remains unnamed.

The Storm Caller

A lone figure steps to the edge of the battered cliff, her gown fluttering in the crisp breeze. She spreads her arms wide to the sky above, and begins a low chant. Slowly, the chant becomes louder, her voice echoing against the rocks. As the chant drowns out the sound of the crashing waves below, storm clouds roll in from the ocean and thicken in the sky overhead. The winds heed her call, blowing across the jagged shoreline and churning the sea beneath her.

Ever faster she chants, each verse building on the last. She can feel the charge in the air around her, growing stronger with each passing second, until at last it can no longer be caged. She throws her head back and shouts the final incantation, bending the raw power to her will. White fire leaps from her fingertips to the sky, infusing the storm with her power. Instantly the storm responds, splitting the sky with light and sound as a bolt of lightning rips through the air to the water below.

She is the Storm Caller. The wind is her breath, the rain her tears. Thunder is her voice, the lightning her fury. Of all the forces of nature, none can compare to the tempest within her own heart.

Life

Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.
Life is beauty, admire it.
Life is bliss, taste it.
Life is a dream, realize it.
Life is a challenge, meet it.
Life is a duty, complete it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is a promise, fulfill it.
Life is sorrow, overcome it.
Life is a song, sing it.
Life is a struggle, accept it.
Life is a tragedy, confront it.
Life is an adventure, dare it.
Life is luck, make it.
Life is too precious, do not destroy it.
Life is life, fight for it.

Mother Teresa
Catholic Nun,
Missionary,
Nobel Peace Prize Recipient

Goodbye

{I wrote this in 2003 for my Grandfather as he was dying of cancer}

I sit and watch you fading
More and more each day.
Your hands are cold; your cheeks are sunk,
You have nothing to say.

A note to get well soon
In the flowers by your bed
Cause silent tears to flow
As your life is soon to end

Outside the children play
Inside the adults cry
A feeling of great pain
As they come to say goodbye

But I am not an adult
And neither a child
I’m somewhere in between
And my feelings are running wild

Watching you grow dimmer
I cannot understand
That soon you will depart from us,
Like footprints washed from the sand

I’ll never again see your smiling face
Full of pride and joy.
I’ll never again hear your lectures
About schoolwork and boys

All these things I took for granted
And I feel that it’s not fair
Because I never thought the day would come
When you wouldn’t be there

And suddenly I’m filled
With things I want to say
But I’m without the words to say them
And you’re running out of days

Most of all I want to say Goodbye
And I just can’t think of how.
But as I hold your hands, I realize
In my own way, I’m doing it now.

Goodbye Yeh Yeh, I Will Love You
Always
- Bec

Francis Cheong – Died 18th March 2003

Be Yourself but Dare to Dream

Be yourself... Everyone else is taken

But still dare to dream, for a person
who doesnt have dreams, doesnt have
life.

For those times when you crave a loving
touch, an embrace you can trust...

...Teddy is always there

Embrace of the Sea and the Shore

Two spirits... so different from each other... polar opposites...

And yet one could not exist without the other...

Could this be LOVE?¿?

Rosebush or Thornbush?

We can complain because

rose bushes have thorns,

or

Rejoyce because thorn

bushes have roses!

The Look of Jesus

Here is a beautiful and inspirational story that i would like to share with you. If you have felt this way [as i have before] my prayers are with you.

In the gospel according to Luke we read the following:

But peter said, 'Man I do not know what
you are talking about.' At that moment,
while he was still speaking, a cock crew;
and the Lord turned and looked straight
at Peter... and Peter went outside and
wept bitterly.

I had a fairly good relationship with the Lord. I would ask
Him for things, converse with Him, praise Him, thank Him...

But always I had this uncomfortable feeling that He wanted
me to look into His eyes... And I would not. I would talk, but
look away when I sensed He was looking at me.

I always looked away. And I knew why. I was afraid. I thought
I should find an accusation there of some unrepented sin. I
thought I should find a demand there: there would be some-
thing He wanted from me.

One day I finally summoned up the courage and looked!
There was no accusation. There was no demand. The eyes
just said, 'I love you.' I looked long into those eyes. I looked
searchingly. Still, the only message was, 'I love you!'

And I walked out and, like Peter, I wept.

God's Call

"Avoid not

Seek not

Just wait for God's call."

Tell Her

Tell her how you admire her. Always tell her you love her at all times. When shes UPSET hold her tight. Pick her over ALL the other girls you hang out with. Play with her hair. Pick her up TiCkLe her and wrestle with her. Just talk to her. Tell her JOKES. Bring her Flowers just because. Hold her hand and run.. Just hold her hand. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Sing to her No matter how awful you sound. GeT heR maD at yOu theN**KisS* heR. Give her piggy back rides. Push her on swings. Tell her she looks ~Beautiful~ When shes sad stay on the phone to her even if shes not saying anything. Look into her eyes and sMiLe. KisS her on her forehead. Slow dance with her even if theres no music. Kiss her in the *rain*… and when you fall in Love with her…
.Tell Her.

Summer & Best Friends In Australia

Late nights,

Boy fights,

Beach times,

Pick up lines,

Belly tops,

Flip flops,

Blue skys,

Hott guys,

Up all night,

Pillow fights,

Lemonade,

In the shade,

Midnight kisses,

Secret wishes

Our tans may fade

but the memories will last forever

Flirt

This is an expression of how i feel when i go out clubbing sometimes.

"A DANCE to make you notice.
a LOOK to catch your eye.
a SMILE to make you curious.
a TOUCH to start the fire.

A NAME to introduce us.
another DANCE to make you yearn.
some WORDS laced with DESIRE -
sealed with a KISS to make you BURN."
[2006]

To TEASE and FLIRT is an art when done correctly... a subtle language of the body between two beings

Time

Time is too slow for those who wait,

too swift for those who fear,

too long for those who grieve,

too short for those who rejoice,

but for those who love, time is eternity

The Carpenter

Peter was watching the gates of Heaven, but he really needed a bathroom break. He asked Jesus to watch the gates for a few minutes, and Jesus replied "Fine." Peter took the book which lists everyone who's supposed to get into Heaven with him to the bathroom to have something to read.

As Jesus is stood there, he saw an old man leading a donkey up from Earth to Heaven. He notices the old man has carpenter's tools with him. When the old man reached the gates, Jesus told him he didn't have the book, but asks the old man to explain his life and why he felt he should be admitted into heaven. Jesus would then make the decision whether or not to let him in based on the story.

The man explained "In English, my name would be Joseph, but I didn't live in America or England. I lived a modest life, making things out of wood. I'm not remembered very well by most people, but almost everyone has heard of my son. I call him my son, but I was more of a Dad to him, he didn't really come into this world in the usual way.

I sent my son out to be among the people of the World. He was ridiculed by many, and was even known to associate himself with some pretty unsavory characters, although he himself tried to be honest and perfect. My single biggest reason for trying to get into Heaven is to be reunited with my son."

Jesus is awestruck by the man's story. He looks into the old man's eyes and asks, "Are you MY earthly father?"

The old man's face brightens; he looks at Jesus, and asks, "Are you my Pinocchio?"

A Prayer For The Twenty-First Century

May the road be free for the journey,
May it lead where it promised it would,
May the stars that gave ancient bearings
Be seen, still be understood.

May every aircraft fly safely,
May every traveler be found,
May sailors, in crossing the ocean
Not hear the cries of the drowned.

May gardens be wild, like jungles,
May nature never be tamed,
May dangers create for us heroes,
May fears always have names.

May the mountains stand to remind us
Of what it means to be young,
May we be outlived by our daughters,
May we be outlived by our sons.

May the bombs rust away in the bunkers,
And the doomsday clock not be rewound,
May the solitary scientists, working,
Remember the holes in the ground.

May the knife remain in the holder,
May the bullet stay in the gun,
May those who live in the shadows
Be seen by those in the sun.

~By John Marsden~

Two People In One

Two people in one,

one happy, one sad.

Two sides of me,

one mad and one glad.

There's only one side

I try to let show;

my feelings inside

the others don't know.

I'm two people in one,

as strange as that sounds,

the real me inside

no one has found.

Lonely Child

This is one of my own poems...

Somewhere in the dark
A little girl is hiding,
Waiting in the shadows
Quiet as a mouse.

No one there to comfort her,
Alone as can be.
Just a frightened little girl
In an old empty house.

Will someone come and find her
And show her the way?
Help her wake from this nightmare
Into a bright and new day…

But alas she sits and waits –
Poor defenseless child.
Dying on the inside,
Abandoned to the night.

It’s a dreadful scene
And all too familiar,
A child should never have to see
And hear her parents fight.

~

[Written 2003]

My Country

Every time I hear this famous Australian poem I get tingles down my spine. It means everything Australian to me and I feel that only a true Australian at heart would feel this way. It’s the calling of the land, an ancient source or power and energy.

My Country
The love of field and coppice, Of green and shaded lanes.
Of ordered woods and gardens Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance, brown streams and soft dim skies
I know but cannot share it, my love is otherwise.

I love a sunburnt country, a land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges, of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons; I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror -The wide brown land for me!

A stark white ring-barked forest, all tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains, the hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes, where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops and ferns the warm dark soil.

Core of my heart, my country! Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us, we see the cattle die-
But then the grey clouds gather and we can bless again
The drumming of an army, the steady, soaking rain.

Core of my heart, my country! Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine, she pays us back threefold-
Over the thirsty paddocks, watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness that thickens as we gaze.

An opal-hearted country, a wilful, lavish land-
All you who have not loved her, you will not understand-
Though earth holds much splendour, wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country my homing thoughts will fly.
~By Dorothea Mackellar

I'm Just A Girl

A song for every guy that has ever been confused by a woman
Dont try to understand us - just love us!

I'm Just a Girl - Bachelor Girl

I might be a little concerned with my hair
I might need comfort, more than my share
I might seem to follow fashion, but claim that I don't care
My heart is your best friend, when it rules my head

I might want to talk alot, but don't ask me why
And I'll get impatient, if you don't reply
I might always search for something wrong, I want you to deny
And if you love me just stay close, and hold me when i cry

Chorus: Don't try to understand me, I'm just a girl
One of the greatest mysteries, you'll find in this world
I'm not hard to handle, I'm just a girl......
I'm just a girl

I don't seek money, but I want your time
Cos I'd give my life for you, when you are mine
And it hurts me more than I can say when you pull away
But if you love me, you should tell me everyday

[Chorus]

I might like to take advice, but go my own way
And it's when I hurt the most, I swear I'm okay
And it's always when you least expect, I say I want to stay
Might take just a single kiss, to steal my heart away

[Chorus]