stepping out

I’m so happy that I finally made the first step of taking lessons to improve my voice.

It’s a big accomplishment for me. I believe this is the start of greater things to come.

So here’s my scorecard:

Voice scorecard

Thank You Jesus. You gave me the courage to step out and pursue what I love.

I always had doubts about serving in worship in the kids ministry. So many times, I had wanted to throw in the towel, call it quits and just get on with life.

Perhaps, walking with the Lord gave me a clearer picture on what He wanted me to do with my life. Sure, we all have choices, and their resulting consequences. But I’ve made enough mistakes in life and I don’t want to risk another, and I just want to hear what He thinks I should do, before I set my heart on something.

When I reached the building where the vocal studio was located- it was tucked away in a dingy corner of an old mall built in the 80s, opposite a tattoo parlor – I just felt a comfortable sense of shalom and coherent wholeness, that I was on the right track of pursuing my passion.

It is never about the environment/ambiance. It’s about His presence, that lightness, that tangible heaven-on-earth glory, invisible but ever so real.

Which brings me to the topic of work. As in our 9-5 job. Unpalatable as reality is, we have to acknowledge that people today are becoming base, lowly, political and plain nasty. But, do I have to succumb to the temperature of the environment? Hasn’t Jeremiah mentioned, that for the righteous man, his leaf will always be green even in the heat of day? Here, we are applying Biblical truths in real life, or rather, bringing our life to the level of glory that the Lord has called us to.

You know what, I’ve decided. I will set the temperature, I will determine the environment. The choice is in my hands. I will bring the glory of heaven on earth. Even if I am the only one, so be it. I will stand alone, with the Lord on my side.

The Lord who went down to the Valley of Elah with David, is the One who is watching over me as I type this.

The Year of Jubilee. Let it flow, abundantly, visibly, from the spirit, to every area of my life. To God be the Glory. Amen.

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Coldplay A head full of dreams! Live in Singapore

One tick off my bucket list! It was such an honor to be part of Coldplay’s choir for 2 hours on 31 March 2017. Laser lights, a crazy hyper crowd, rainbow confetti and giant balloons bouncing across the ecstatic sea of flicker lights and pumping fists, and most importantly, music from the realms of heaven in the form of Chris Martin and his amazing band. While singing he pulled off stunts like darting across the runway to hysterical screams. O yes, there were fireworks too! The magic in the atmosphere zipped through my veins and I couldn’t help screaming my lungs out throughout the medley hahaha.

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Here are some of my favourites! I believe everybody would agree; Coldplay’s music is a universal unifying force among people.

Every Teardrop is a Waterfall

Clocks

PARADISE

Hymn for the Weekend

Viva la Vida

A Head Full of Dreams

YELLOW

Here are the 2 beautiful girls whose company made my night perfect 😉

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So yup, they even punctuated the medley with the old hymn Amazing Grace. Beautiful stuff.  God bless them.

Open your heart

I’ve had to work much harder than this
For something I want don’t try to resist me

Open your heart to me, baby
I hold the lock and you hold the key
Open your heart to me, darlin’
I’ll give you love if you, you turn the key


If I were to have a dance icon, Madonna it would be. Thank God I ain’t Catholic. She’s such a fabulous songwriter and dancer. Who can thrust those hips like that, driving men crazy? Lots of hidden meanings between the lines. Here’s a suggestion to Spotify to add this into their bedroom jams playlist 😀

la la land

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How would you feel if you saw someone walking in the dream you had for yourself, holding the hand of the girl you had always dreamed to spend the rest of your life with, and he walks away with her into the future? And the last memory of her would be that longing back glance and wistful smile before she made her way? I guess life could have a funny way of spurning your story in ways you would not have imagined, leading you to marry the man who’s there at the right time when things are supposed to happen (provided he’s decently attractive), than the man whom you loved with all your heart at the wrong time.

I started listening to the film’s soundtrack on Spotify before watching it (City of Stars is playing in my head as I write this), and jazz never fails to move me with its poignancy and richness; its classic date night music that has the power to transport you away from the oxymoron of mundaneness and mayhem of modern life, giving you a touch of 1960s America, when people had the time to date properly, when a guy would bring you out for dinner and watch big band jazz. Ryan Gosling is ever so dapper in his Canadian slur and sleepy smile, and Emma Stone with her bug-eyed gaze has an interesting seductive charm I can’t really put my finger to. They make an amazing partnership onscreen. Personally, I love theatre. I can imagine the pain involved in the dream of making to Hollywood. It’s akin to some arrival into the promised land of milk and honey, where the line between success and failure is that thin, between living from paycheque to the next, wondering when would your next break would be. Or walking down glitter-studded red carpets and having cameras flashing in your face every so often, that you’re looking for a way to beat them like a fugitive.

I am aware that film plots are fictional and scriptwriters have a wonderful knack for giving life to stories, but I cannot help but pine for that kind of organic, unmechanical kind of romance that unfolds. No, not the Korean drama kind that involves some rich spoilt brat and a silly blur girl with the whole world at their disposal, but the kind of love that is open to whatever that comes, and lets go when it’s time to. It’s so beautiful to knowing that something could happen out of nothing because it was given the free space to bloom; nothing forced or overtly planned. Maybe it’s just a figment of my imagination, that’s why I like this film so much; there’s a punny play on the title as well. Perhaps how it all happened, or could have happened if things worked out, are in the realm of la la land.