holding the hand that held mine

             

the hand of the strongest and most loving person in my life. 

i cried out to the Lord and He answered my prayer.

He let her come home to us. 

thank you Lord.

dad’s golden prawns

dad always knows exactly what to do

to whip up the most marvelicious dish. 

like mother like son

grandmother’s extremely proud of him i’m sure

the magic pot

dad’s specialty during the new year.
the magic pot of turnip, carrot and minced pork.
simple but full of sweetness.
you can never get enough of it.
once you start, it’s difficult to stop😉

Henghua 卤面 was the gold he found

so one day, my dad came home excitedly and it was as if he had found gold when he gushed about this henghua 卤面 he used to eat in his younger days 😋 so i’m sitting here wondering how life was like for him back then. 

ABC soup

corn, potato, meatballs, carrot and sliced onions! not sure why it's called ABC soup. all i know is that it's yummy and my dad is the chef!

weaving narratives into the tapestry of life

I heard this story in church this morning. May it bless you as much as it has blessed me.

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A story was told of a man who found a teapot while he was strolling on a beach. Seeing that it looked rather exquisite though old, he began to rub the sand off it. Lo and behold, amidst the smoke that was coming out of the spout appeared a genie. "I, my master, am a genie. I can grant you one, only one, wish that you have. My master, please make your request." The man's initial shock was turned to glee and he asked for the newspapers that would be published a year from now. "Very well. Your wish shall be granted." With that, the genie vanished the same way he came, in a shroud of smoke, and in its place were the papers the man wanted.

He flipped to the pages that would give him information of the stock market. Happily, he started planning his potential investments and how he would splurge on himself. Feeling very pleased, he began to relax and started browsing through the news. As he turned another page, he saw his own face, on an obituary. A year later, he would pass away into oblivion. That certainly changed his priorities in life.
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What narrative will you be weaving into the tapestry of life for the new year? May it be one that's full of faith, hope and ❤️

stephanie dogfoot the word artist

totally enjoyed Stephanie Dogfoot's rendition. compelling. honest. humorous.

remember the spate of cat abuse incidents that happened in yishun last year? along with that, it brings to mind the kind old ladies or aunties who are always feeding the stray cats. one poem she shared was inspired by these aunties who are guardian angels for the cats. Titled 'Vigilaunty', it is so apt and humourous and the ending speaks of a heartfelt truth, "if you see an old lady squatting, open tin in hand, maybe join her and you might understand the quiet joy that comes from a purring cat, not all kind gestures must be grand."

http://news.asiaone.com/…/singap…/18th-cat-abuse-case-yishun

the other poem she shared was about a detention centre she visited in London. Yarl's Wood Immigration Detention Removal Centre is a detention centre for foreign nationals prior to their deportation from the United Kingdom, one of 13 such centres currently in the UK. just last year, hundreds protest for the closure of the centre in response to the countless detainee abuse cases. in the poem, she shares her honest feelings about trying to make sense of it all.

it's so true. there are just some experiences in life, they shake you, you just can't pretend to know or understand it all.

https://www.theguardian.com/…/hundreds-protest-at-yarls-woo…