tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-232281392012-02-15T02:03:19.145+08:00The chronicles of a pilgrim, of all the wonderful sights and sound and amazing variety of people along the way, who believes that life is a story and that there has to be a Story teller, thus the journey to find Him.Pilgrimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05335454213834458961noreply@blogger.comBlogger421100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23228139.post-88120984007667273482010-01-30T00:00:00.004+08:002010-01-30T00:12:03.770+08:00

Fruitful labor, what a delight;To do the chores of the day, it is not a fight!Awake each day, to hear peoples' plight,Direct them to Jesus, He is the Light!Trust in Him, He is our might,Forever on Him shall be our sight,Till the day we embark on heaven's flight,Fruitful labor, what a delight!Fruitful Labor by The Pilgrim

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Sometimes a winner is a dreamer who just won't quit.When people say dreams don't come true, tell them about Rudy.http://www.rudyinternational.com/video/video1.html

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V: [Evey pulls out her mace] I can assure you I mean you no harm. Evey Hammond: Who are you? V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask. Evey Hammond: Well I can see that. V: Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is. Evey Hammond: Oh. Right. V: But

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In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face is that, in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there

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No matter what is stolen,No matter what is killed,No matter what lays in ruin,Resurrection Rules Still.The stolen life will be returned,To more splendor than before.The Faithful shall be rewarded,With abundant life and more!Dreams that have compromised and died,Will be wakened from their graves.Though the timing has already changed,They are accomplished in some other ways.Relationships that are

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Who would true valour see,Let him come hither;One here will constant be,Come wind, come weatherThere’s no discouragementShall make him once relentHis first avowed intentTo be a pilgrim.Whoso beset him roundWith dismal storiesDo but themselves confound;His strength the more is.No lion can him fright,He’ll with a giant fight,He will have a rightTo be a pilgrim.Hobgoblin nor foul fiendCan daunt his

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No one else can take a jokeBetter than this friend.Though a real clown he is not,With him laughter never ends.A Fish that knows the oceans,Much knowledge gained from cyber-seas.With a “I’m feeling lucky”,He conquers the net with ease.No longer just in stripes and checks,He looks better with each passing day,“Much more handsome he has become”,This I often hear people say.A man who goes out of his

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What do you see when you look at this Rabbit?Is it her sincere eyes that are brightly lit?With a sincere heart too she blesses her friends,Wonderful cards come out of her hands.Or how about her two long ears?Whatever you share she will gladly hear.Always able to see our Lord’s way,“Praise the Lord!” she will often say.Covered with soft fur as white as snow,Gentleness and purity this lady

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In the blink of an eye, we are already into the third day of the new year. How time flies! There are so many things waiting to be done, even more that I want to do, and some that I owe, hee. Well, no matter what, time and tide waits for no man. No point lamenting, no point complaining, just have to keep going forward.In His strength...Pilgrim will keep on walking

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Pilgrim on a journey, the One he seeks to find, Is He in ancient stories, yet appears through all times. With the bible in one hand, he starts across the land, Yet as he reads the Word, he knows he must form a band. Thus Pilgrim asks and prays, to his Lord his requests lay, Without any delay, the Lord brought him to this place, Where pilgrims come together, all to seek His face, With

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Gifts for exchange, goods for exchange,Everyone can come, no matter what age,Nothing is too cheap, and nothing too dear,There is only one fear - you do not believe what you hear."A broken toy is all I have", a little boy laments,"I broke it with my clumsy hands but I have since repent.""Give it to me my dear child and go put on a smile,I can make it new again, just have to wait awhile.""A worn

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When I think of stripes and dimples,Or a man without any pimples,Zebra comes to my mind immediate,A handsome man who is a little quiet.Curious he is when in a conversation,Many questions he asks to get clarification.Playful he is and jokes he freely shares,Helpful he is and this is how he cares.Blessed with an analytical mind,To think and ponder – he is the kind.Perhaps like stripes white and

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A Pilgrim is He who not only dreams, but seeks to live the Journey.Though the Journey may be braced with Mountains and Valleys,Yet with courage he edge forward, knowing that the Maker of his life is his Firm Foundation.With every step, He finds himself being drawn closer to the beauty of his Maker.Each step marks a step of Faith and Trust in the One whom He knows is Sovereign.Each step marks the

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For clear evidence that laughter is contagious,Hang around with this Sheep who is infectious,With joyfulness and always a big smile,She welcomes and refreshes even if just for a short while.A sincere heart she has for our Lord,His face she would everyday sought.If you too would like to look for the Shepherd,She is one to spur you onward.Her opinions she would frankly share,This is how she shows

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A refined and more detailed version of the story shared in a gathering last Friday.---Once upon a time, there were 3 little cats. They grew up in a palace together with their father. Although they were brothers, they were very different from one another. The eldest was full of passion and energy, but he has a short attention span. The second was pragmatic, always ready to analyse and plan with

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Pilgrm on the road,Unbattered by the storms,Tenacity he shows,On every path he goes.Few are his words,Yet each is meaningful.Befriending him,You'll regret not,He is giving his all.The Pilgrim by Oink aka OwlHave put it up here in case it disappears after some time on the tag board.

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Just like fruitfulness defines,The quality of a tree,A look at her carecell you’ll find,A leader this Owl is meant to be.With words of wisdom and knowledge,She guides His sheep aright,With a shepherd’s heart she will stageOpportunities for those below to rise.Always seeking to growTo know our Dear Lord more,Always yearning to sowTreasures in many hearts she stores.No doubt in time we’ll seeMuch

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There is no one with more celebratory eyes;Wonderful birthday parties she designs.With gifts and numerous surprises,The numbers of people blessed are endless.Much love for her friends she has,Obvious from her blog this is.Her passion no one needs to guess,Our Lord is the One she please.So if you need to be a little wild,This Seahorse you must ask for company,Or someone to shop for things with

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Who could reside in the heavens?At the same time in the seas?The one guy amongst the brethren,Who looks good in shirts and tees.A star he is definitely,His servant heart often shining!Be at the altars he is likely,For many others he is praying.Not afraid to get his feet wet,Always teachable and learning.Into deep waters he won't fret,He knows God's hand is holding.So have a blessed birthday

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Three days of celebration,With much appreciation,For our friend the Polar Bear.With words of encouragement,Without any judgment,He would willingly share.Time he gives freely,To those that are needy,He has a heart that cares.So we ask of our Father,To bless this brotherBetter than the average bear.The Polar Bear by Pilgrim

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My friend the Horse told me recently that I had been on a ten game losing streak (the last time that I won playing with them was way back in June 2003). That was when I just graduated from NTU and started working. Playing sparsely since then, my skills and stamina have both deteriorated. After coming back to the game recently and losing a few games, I was determined not to continue this downward

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How sweet it is to talk to God above,Who hears my heart not just my words.He knows me better than I know myself,He looks deep within, past my outer shell.When I have no more words to speak,To Him yet I will still cling,For silence with Him though it may seem,A thousand words have gone between.How Sweet by The Pilgrim-----Sweet Hour of PrayerSweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!That calls me

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I breathed a sigh of relief after penning the last sentence of a story I am working on. Surely, there is another story waiting for me, but nevertheless, I felt that I could take a breather. There were enough planning, meetings plus other stuff that had taxed my brain to the max recently. Mentally I was exhausted.I took this opportunity to play a sport that I had once loved more dearly than my own

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It had been a great number of days since Pilgrim last updated the book on his right hand. Finding a tree to lean upon, he promptly sat down and wrote… -----Two weeks has passed since the Life Conference, where a thousand pilgrims gathered to learn about this “life” that the Storyteller has for us. A lot of things were shared and imparted. The truths and revelations had definitely stirred hearts

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Pilgrim met up with a group of leaders on Thursday, and they were discussing whether the Storyteller of their lives would speak to them when they call upon His name. Whether He would really give us what we want, or only if it is according to His will. Whether we need to ask of Him, whether the asking really matters.A lot of things were then shared and thought through, alot more prayed through I

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Initially when the nickname was given,A sense of amusement in my heart was risen.Of all the animals why was the monkey chosen? -The cousin of the Ape who caused the rebellion.And yet as I ponder upon thy words,“I only do my Father's works”I cannot help but think,perhaps things are not as bad as they seem.For whatever a Monkey sees,Will be what a Monkey does.If it be Him that's all I see,A Monkey

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I mentioned earlier in this blog that I am not writing "Animal Farm", that the Storyteller of my life is writing a Big Love Story with me, to me, for me, but it seems that the number of animals has dramatically increased.From the small humble ant and hamster to the big polar bear, from the sea dwelling sotong and starfish to the high flying eagle, from the domestic cat and rabbit to the wild owl,

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Pilgrim sat in front of his computer monitor, an anxious look, a furrowed brow. A task (translation for a funeral) had been given and the deadline furiously approaching from the horizon. Limited time was against him. His limited knowledge was against him. But an unlimited Someone was 'for' him. (Romans 8:31b "If God is for us, who can be against us?")To the soul, the heart and the mind,The Dove

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Hold fast to dreamsFor if dreams dieLife is a broken-winged birdThat cannot fly.Hold fast to dreamsFor when dreams goLife is a barren fieldFrozen with snow.Langston Hughes

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What shall a man say,When life's choices pull him in different ways.On one hand, his heart tells him to stay,The other, his flesh tells him nay."Count the cost, what you are giving up!Did God really say that you should drink from this cup?""Count the cost and the reward," says the Lord with whom you sup."When I came and went to the cross I too knew what I was giving up."Count the Cost by Pilgrim

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At a gathering last saturday, the speaker was sharing about living a "Life of Intent". A familiar passage from 1 Cor 9:24-27 was read. Still, the message spoke to the hearts of many as they responded at the end. Basically, we need to live life with a direction(vision), determination(endure strict training) and with hope(recognizing the prize). Interestingly, alot of what was shared was what I, or

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Pilgrim came to another crossroad on his journey. There are many paths that diverge from this road. As he contemplates which path to take, a voice called out to him.Voice: Turn around.And so Pilgrim turned. A crowd was standing before him, singing...Crowd: “Happy Birthday to you!”The time to make choices will come again, but right now, pilgrim joined his friends in celebration.-----I want to

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I was watching the movie "Coach Carter" this afternoon and this quote came up. However, the real author was not credited with this quote and the lines in blue were left out of the movie version.-----Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, "Who am I to be

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Once upon a time, there were three pairs of shoes in a shoe shop. They were friends for as long as they can remember for the shoe maker made them on the same day. Since the first day they were laid upon the shelf side by side, they have scrutinised all their prospective owners to be. If there were anyone they liked, they would try their best to shine in order to attract attention.Shoe 1: I would

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Today is the official day that I have entered into a new phase of my scriptwriting program. I did a count and realised that it has been two years and three months since my acting class first started, around one year and nine months since the screenwriting program started. It has been one year and eight months since I left my dad's company to pursue screenwriting, which means that long without a

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By the time I put up this post, it would already be early morn on tuesday. 8 days of high and low adventure has passed. There are too many details for me to put here all at one go, but a broad stroke should serve the same purpose here.The lowest point point came when I found out that the kingdom as I know it was collapsing. Even though I knew that it would some time down the road, yet I did not

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As pilgrim makes his way past a slum, where the poor and sick and underprivileged dwell, a man full of white hair standing nearby shouted out to him,Stranger: Where are you going my friend?And pilgrim turned and responded,Pilgrim: Oh hi there, I am on my way to find the Story teller of my life.Stranger: I see, You have the book of records on your left hand and another book like a journal on your

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I had the chance to meet up with quite a few friends over this week. Firstly, it was the Eagle, another dear friend I had know for more than six years already. Like always, he was soaring way above most other people I know. We can only get to meet once in a while, a long while, but the meetings have always been wonderful times of catching up. Like in the past, one of the topics fell on finding a

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I hold in my left hand, a book which is a record of the people who have journeyed to find the Story teller after knowing that the Story teller had first came to look for them. Some people find it strange that we are on this journey because they do not believe that there is a Story teller in the first place. Others find it more strange; if the Story teller has already looked for us, why do we need

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I was pruning a tree late last night, or you can say early today (the skies were still quite dark), and I was hungry. The growling in my stomach did not cease for a while and thinking that I would be fast asleep soon after my task, I thought not of my hunger.Suddenly, I spied a bear in the distance, whose fur was as white as snow. I recognise that he was my dear friend, one whom I had met while

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For my fellow pilgrims, wayfarers, who had come face to face with many challenges and obstacles recently... An excerpt from C.S. Lewis's "The Horse and His Boy"______________________________________________________And being very tired and having nothing inside him, he felt so sorry for himself that the tears rolled down his cheeks. What put a stop to all this was a sudden fright. Shasta

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Testing.

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