And the world indeed, spins madly on.

Hi everyone… Haven’t been blogging because I’ve been pretty busy. The working hours are filled with plans and schedules for Rediscover.sg, and when I get home I’m working on designs/videos for church. It’s all good and I’m loving every moment of it, but it means that many reflections diving in and out of my brain never makes it on paper (or type).

For those of you who’ve not seen a naggy note from me somewhere on Twitter/Facebook regarding the Home video the Rediscover crew worked on, it’s here:

Am extremely pleased to know that we are hitting close to 3,300 views sorry, while I was writing the entry it broke the 3,300 mark on YouTube, regardless of what the votes reflect. Been hearing from a few friends that’s it’s gone viral to people who aren’t our first-degree friends, so I’m really happy that we did something that really nudges at the heartstrings of our fellow Singaporeans. You can read my reflections on making this video and working on Rediscover so far, here.

Recent thoughts on the latest calamity to hit our planet under cut.

I know I am quite an idealist about many things in life, coupled with the irony that many people know me to be cynical. But I deign that it is precisely because I have been hurt in so many ways that have left me cynical, that I must continue to believe in the dreams and ideas that people tell me I will never see come to pass.

I could blog about so many things right now, about the mini review of my new Jill.e camera bag that I wanted to do, or food, I’m always ready to blog about food. But when events like Friday’s tsunami and earthquake happen, everything seems so trivial in comparison. Walking through the IT fair crowd in the Suntec/Esplanade/Promenade area yesterday, watching people squeeze into the train, happy with their merchandises as though it was just any other day… I felt such a sense of urgency and alienation.

As Singaporeans we are sheltered from everything. We can sympathize, but we can never empathize. We sit here and watch the news, read the papers, follow closely the confusion of information on Twitter, watch the live broadcast on BBC and Al Jazeera, gasp in shock and horror but then continue to live our sheltered happy lives, believing that Singapore will never be hit by any possible natural disaster, ever.

Yesterday as many Singaporeans went to the IT fair and spent a heap of money on devices that will be replaced in less than 2 years, thousands others are lost and presumed dead, a tall, strong and powerful first-world country is struggling to come to terms that despite having prepared for ‘The Big One’ forever and having one of the best technology and infrastructure in the world, they were, to put it mildly, not prepared for This Earthquake, This Tsunami, and These Aftershocks.

As I write this the updates on Google and Twitter are telling me that a volcano just erupted in southwest Japan spewing ash 4 kilometres into the air. Not sure if this will affect or hamper anything, but it definitely doesn’t bode well for morale.

It’s such a time of despair and hopelessness for so many, and even as I blog from the comfort of my home I feel so far away from the real pain that others are going through. Even if I give money I have no idea where it goes once it leaves my hands, and with the little that I have what can I possibly do anyway.

Then I think of what I’m doing as I pursue this silly university certificate that society has told to chase since I was a child. A part of me just wants to drop it all, leave and be somewhere where what I do with my hands matters to someone apart from myself. But the part of my brain that has successfully conformed to the norms expected of me tells me to suck it up and finish my last year. And then what? If I’m not willing to leave now, will I be willing to brave unchartered waters once I leave this school?

A jumble of thoughts.

I want to do something that matters to someone other than me.

I have so much going for me, am I really going to give it all up?

How then can I use the talents that God has blessed me with, with these hands, what can I do to make a difference, no matter how small, in the life of someone who needs it?

So many questions to sleep on, so many questions to talk to God about.

Thanks for walking with me through my ramblings, if you made it to the end of this post.

In the meantime, pray for Japan, pray for the world.

I saw this quote on a graphic on Tumblr: I hope the living are safe. I hope the missing are found. I hope the dead are at peace.

If you don’t know how or what to pray for, just pray for that.

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