I’m a right-brained person, learning everyday to be God’s disciple while living in this world. I write about what I learn here in this blog; I also include other things that intrigue me.

I long to be a woman after God’s own heart and desire to give strength and wisdom to build up the church. My cell group BATs and my Sunday School class in church give me the chance to do just that for now. I also have a boyfriend who is the sweetest person I know.

I love to read and write. Good design and photos also fascinate me, though I am averse to handling equipments such as SLR cameras and softwares. I take pictures with my bright red Fujifilm Z2, you can check them out on my Flickr.

I also have a peculiar passion for jazz originating from the 1920s to the 1940s. I have a collection of more than 60 CDs. I am a big fan of swing music, especially that from Count Basie Big Band. I used to dance the Lindy Hop too.

For my testimony/history, you can continue to read below.

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I can no sooner say anything about myself than testify to the work of God in my life.

So I begin quickly from the start. I was born in a miracle — all of us are! — in that I was supposed to be retarded, I think. The doctor in Brunei, where I was conceived, had misdiagnosed my mum’s pregnancy and gave her some painkillers — okay for her, bad for the fetus. Yet God planned otherwise.

I was clearly not retarded from the time I started school. Heading from RGS to RJC, I seemed right on track for a mediocre career among the many brilliant people around me. I couldn’t tell if I was having the sour grapes. Thankfully, I was brought to Christ in Secondary 4 by a friend who invited me to church camp, all the way in Penang. I went, and was since saved from all the grievous “life is unfair” anti-muggers angst. This grace of God is still working today; just don’t get me started on the education system here!

I began worship at a church halfway across Singapore which conducts its service at the ridiculous time of 8.30am, and I’ve been there 9 years since. How this is possible, when I’ve failed to get to a church 15 minutes away from me by 10.30am, I can only point to God and give thanks. He gave me a home to worship Him and grow with fellow brothers and sisters. That is why I love my church, for it is a gift of God.

My memory of my biological family is scarred by the tussle over the inheritance in the wake of my Grandfather’s death. He was a very sweet old man, deeply resented for decades by an unhappy wife who thought he had an affair, and horrendously taken advantage of financially by 3 sons. The 4 daughters couldn’t do much. It was an ugly affair to say the least. I don’t think I know much of family love; if I do, it is very warped.

My mother, an otherwise talented woman, has a critical temper, no doubt the result of a harsh upbringing under my grandmother, who inexplicably liked her very little. I suffer very much from the same temperament, which has been a work of change and renewal in God. My father, whom I didn’t think very highly of, I’m now learning to love and accept.

So my birth into the family of Christ was significant on the spiritual level, and also on the experiential level… which I think is God’s way of allowing me to understand the spiritual birth. It was among believers that I learned to love and serve, qualities that weren’t apparent in my family context.

It was also in this church that I met my boyfriend (whom I call “sweets” because he’s the sweetest man I know). This, also is a work of grace. To think the Divine God would deign to give me reassurance about this relationship from the start — 7 months before we got together — I’ve never waited 7 months for anything in my life. I’ve never thought 7 months ahead in the first place. Coincidentally, we’re nearly 7 months old as I write this!

I’m turning quarter of a century old this year, and by God’s daily mercies, I’m looking forward to the next 25 years of “glorifying God and enjoying Him forever”.