Blessed Chinese New Year

Captured at Singland two weeks ago!

Happy Chinese New Year, friends!

Awesome or Awful?

My journalists went around the town yesterday to look for creativity in valentine gifts. She found this one.

There are 11 “flowers” made up of 50 ringgit notes. Each flowers has five ‘petals’. So, it means, the 11 flowers cost (50 x 5 x 11) RM2,750. With other accessories, the price tag is RM3,388.

Ever imagine receiving a valentine gift like this?

 

A Time for Everything

1 There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:

2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,

3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,

4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,

5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,

6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,

7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,

8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

(Eccl. 3:1-8)

It has been a long silence in my blog. I have been through this “A Time for Everything”. Today, in a much better shape and spirit, I describe what I have been through, what I am still going through, and what I am to face for how long that I don’t know – a time for everything.

Yes, the menopausal time. It’s about body, soul and spirit! And how aptly the Searcher gave me insights today.

It’s the body/physical changes. A time to be born and to die. How it applies to our physical life!

It’s the realm of soul – how you think, how you feel, how you choose. It’s time to weep, time to laugh, time to mourn and time to dance.

It’s the spirit – the inner decisions, the deeper commitments. It’s time to search, a time to give up.

In all honesty, in the days I was not writing, I find myself constantly standing tiptoe looking into this land –

Where We’ll Never Grow Old

I have heard of a land
On the faraway strand
This a beautiful home of the soul
Built by Jesus on high
There we never shall die
This the land where we’ll never grow old.

Never grow old, never grow old
In the land where we’ll never grow old
Never grow old, never grow old
In the land where we’ll never grow old.

When our work here is done
And the life’s crown is won
And our troubles and trials are o’er
All our sorrow will end
And our voices will blend
With the loved ones who’ve gone on before.

Never grow old, never grow old
In the land where we’ll never grow old
Never grow old, never grow old
In the land where we’ll never grow old…

But not in despair! Well, it’s just some menopausal irritations!