Archive for October, 2007

Nikon FE2 vs Vivitar UWS

Traipsed to Haji Lane last Thursday to shoot photos using the Nikon and Vivitar. Pity it was cloudy and slightly drizzling that day, and the sun only came out when I finished off my rolls of film.


Nikon FE2 vs Vivitar UWS

Thanks to Nic for wowing me with his own Vivitar photos that I had to go out and get one for myself. For $40 a pop, it’s a pretty awesome deal. Some word of warning though: the 22mm wide lens is seriously wide, so don’t have your fingers nipping over the front face of the camera. Watch where you put the wrist strap attached to the camera as well! You see how my fingers and the strap get in the way and ruin some great shots.


Assorted Photos

These are some I took at the Botanic Gardens (where the CG had our midautumn celebrations), Darrell’s birthday surprise and some experimental night photography taken from the Shaw Tower carpark where I’d parked, having Arrow service earlier.

I’m really beginning to fall in love with the Vivitar.

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Righteous By Faith

I am righteous by faith. I know it. I believe it.

And I speak it.

‘It is written: “I believed; therefore I have spoken.” With that same spirit of faith we also believe and therefore speak, because we know that the one who raised the Lord Jesus from the dead will also raise us with Jesus and present us with you in his presence.’ 2 Corinthians 4:13-14

It’s funny how in our daily hustle and bustle, we can forget even this. We nod inwardly but keep mum. And we wonder what ever in the world did we not do, that we do not see the promises of God manifest in our life.

As I sat in the auditorium today, lapping up every Spirit-inspired word from Pastor Prince, I realised again how much I needed Your touch. It was going back again to my first love.

Jesus.

And I saw that the less time I spent in Your presence, the more I found myself seated in front of the computer, a blank Notepad open and my eyes staring, a little bewildered, at the screen; looking and being, entirely, a cliche of writer’s block.

It means nothing/If I haven’t got You” – Stereophonics, It Means Nothing

That is true at least for me. Nothing means anything, or everything means nothing, if I don’t have You. Because you make everything else make sense. You remind me of who I am, of the hope and future I have in you. Of the destiny that you have established for me by your victory at Calvary. I am an heir of the world – because I am righteous by faith.

“For the promise, that he should be the heir of the world, was not to Abraham, or to his seed, through the law, but through the righteousness of faith.” Romans 4:13

It feels like I’ve come full circle, to come back again to Jesus. As the months wind down to the end of the year, where will I find myself? I wonder. Will I see dreams and desires fulfilled? Will I see with greater clarity the destiny that He has set before me? Will I see the manifested victory in my life?

I start to worry, but the Spirit catches me. He reminds me that because I am in Jesus, every promise, every whispered prayer, everything that I wish to see happen for my life – is a yes and amen.

“I will be the answer
At the end of the line
I will be there for you
While you take the time
In the burning of uncertainty
I will be your solid ground
I will hold the balance
If you can’t look down”
– Sarah McLachlan, Answer

“When I am alone
When I’ve thrown off the weight of this crazy stone
When I’ve lost all care for the things I own
That’s when I miss you
You who are my home
And here is what I know now
Goes like this
In your love, my salvation lies
In your love”
– Alexi Murdoch, Orange Sky

Protected: Dreams of Reality

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Ah Ma

Where were you
as you lay breathing on your bed?
The pale and frail you that
I could not recognise
your thinning hair, grey and
almost white,
The painful rise and fall of
your chest
as you lived, in one minute
for the next.

But you will live,
oh how you shall live!
Even as I walk and breathe
and remember,
even in these words you
shall never see,
I imagine each letter, each thought
will cross the midnight
over every mile that
separates us
and find you wherever you are,
as you lay breathing on your bed.

I will see you again,
Ah Ma,
in a sunrise or dusk or
in a tomorrow in the distance,
I will see you again.