christmas gift: music and sight

"They can't fly! They can't fly!"

A little girl said of the young harpists in semi-loose pink gowns, playing to a crowd in front of Christmas trees.

Angels of fairies they must be.

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A thousand (construction) cranes lit the night sky of Marina Bay, to make one wish come true.

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Christmas in Korea yesteryear, Christmas songs in Korean this.

How distressing! Murphy's law, that anything that can go wrong will, happened TWICE today. Twice, for something not my fault, I had to take responsibility because somewhere along the way someone else screwed up.

And I learnt that the most unreliable factor is humans. Not the weather, not the traffic. Those can be avoided. It is those you work with. Trust is needed in teamwork and yet you cannot trust that they will do it right all the time. In the end, I can only trust them and hope they don't make mistakes.

Sigh... I just hope I am wrong about this...

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Edit (28/4): How foolish of me. It is trust in Him that I lack and it is trust in Him that matters only. Not in others, nor myself. May I remember even in times of hardships and success.

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It is probably my first encounter with “real life”, specifically the term “life isn’t fair”. It disheartens me to see so many who put in so much effort get less then they deserve while others who did little had better results. Well it is hard to accept, difficult for those affected to brush it aside as “that is reality” so early in life, but I sincerely hope that they would not be overly discouraged from it and instead be able to grow and mature from it, becoming even better.

That aside, as both the group leader and as an individual, I am glad that our whole group did well together. So glad that I was smiling the whole day yesterday. We all deserved it without a doubt and now we can celebrate together.

I thank the Lord for his guidance, his overwhelming love and mercy.

Weary thoughts from a weary person

It was nice sitting in a kayak and look at the sky. Floating, rocking gently with the waves, and looking. The sun hiding in the clouds, not too glaring. In the whole field of vision, just the calm blue sky.

The sea pushing me, making me turn in circles, though I need not worry, I need not take control. No need to worry about where I am heading, or whether I am capsizing or sinking. No need to worry about those around or myself even. The sky -- all there ever is.

How nice would it be to have an open top boat as a death bed. Lying somewhere in the middle of the sea where the weather is fine and the waves not too choppy, looking peacefully at the sky until my eyes close slowly to a deep deep sleep.

Somewhere on a long muddy path...

I ran, literally. Ignoring the puddles and the big stones that could harm my ankles. Towards my mistake. For the first time probably, trying to amend it; not run away from it. To take back what I lost.

It was faster than I ever could. Breathless but very alive.

It felt good.

my very own korean drama

"I think I see snow!" said Bill the guide as we turned round the final bend... "The driver says he sees it too!"
"... YES, I can't be wrong. Truly, it is snow."

A dramatic ending; first snow falling on the final day, at the airport just before departure. The perfect closure for a wonderful trip.