There was no way I could have adequately prepared for the past 365 days, which only goes to show how much I am in need of a grace, love and power much greater than I ever could be.
When you’re not actually reporting bad news, but living it
Yes, it may sound cruel to put tragedy and goodness together. But I also believe that sometimes goodness is forged in the darkness, that we are forced to confront the knots in our lives that we've almost forgotten. And maybe it is in these seasons that we learn to let go of the stuff we've been holding on to for far too long, and hold onto the things we've let slip through our fingers.
In truth, this post could have been written a year and a half ago. But as I learned yesterday, some lessons demand to be taught over and over, simply because as John Green says so eloquently: Pain demands to be felt.
2016: Love more, love better
What can you learn from this year that you can bring into the next? It's more important than you know. Because we are all part of a bigger story, one that none of us could ever imagine.
Final Mambo Jambo at Jiak Kim: The story behind the story
"You've never been to Mambo?" my editor asked, eyes wide in shock. "And wait. You've never been to Zouk?!" I sheepishly said yes, but that was about to change with the club's final Mambo Jambo night, to be held on Wednesday, Nov 30, 2016. Before that night, I've only been clubbing twice in my life. My …
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Happy Thanksgiving (aka the day I went without my phone)
It's nearly 4 in the morning and I'm staring at my little iPhone 6, which - four hours earlier - was dead. In a bid to get everything restored faster I deleted WhatsApp (long story), managed to redownload it half an hour later, and hastily checked to see if the message history could be restored. …
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When ‘Oceans’ is no longer just a song
This season feels a little like wading in murky water, not being able to see my hands in front of me but pushing forward anyway, coming up ever so often to gasp for air. Some say some of my best writing comes from a dark place and they're probably right; friends say I like to …
It was a warm, balmy night (as most Singapore nights go). The humidity hit me as the car rolled out of Changi Airport, and it didn't really register then that I was home. Home, then, was a person. It was a land 6,000km away. It wasn't this island-nation, it wasn't anything I wanted. But there …
Easter 2016: He chose you
The door is always open. And you're always welcome. Cross equals love. Love is war. Because He fought for you, he fights for you, and he - Jesus - always will.
This is (not) a love story
The good news is this: We're all living stories. We can choose to make them living love stories. We don't have to let the gaping hole in our hearts consume us.