The Red Faithful

"Old, and beaten and antique it be
But faithful and sure, only fine eyes can see" - the lady

The red faithful has been with us for one and a half years. Though its time with us was brief, but it has proven itself beyond its worth. Throughout its stay with us, it has endured much name calling - from 'Coffin', to 'Russian Tank', to 'Bone Shaker' and much more not uttered but muttered beneath one's breath. Still, we loved it with all our hearts...though sometimes taking it for granted. Without a word of complain, it took a few hard knocks for the lady and with silent submission, it became a daredevil for the gentleman. But above all this and most importantly, the red faithful was an answer to our prayers.

Daniel and Joann's Car-ology Philosophy:

1. Big and spacious - Since the alternatives of driving a lorry and van around town was appalling to the lady , a big car could fulfill the same need of packing in as many humans as the situation permitted.
2. Great bargain - While the Lord has blessed us above and beyond our needs, our desire is to be faithful stewards of our Lord's money.
3. Time Saver - Strangely as you age, time disappears accordingly. A car should ease your time for more ministry.
4. Heart and Mind Protector - Hitching a ride from others would have been the best option. But oft times, we found ourselves subjected to the conversation and music of car owners who thought not too much of our Lord.

Thanksgiving: Thank you dear Lord for answering our prayers.

Farewell Red Faithful...

Daniel's Birthday

Hot stones dinner at ' Top of the Grove Restaurant' . Spectacular city view. Prawns and Oozing Mozerella cheese. For directions - please ask Josh

My Class

An Ode to 4E3 and 4E6

The story I think began in 2001
I never did know when the nightmare begun
The first day was bad when you pout and you sulk
“This school's not my choice!" you all cried in bulk

“The school song is silly!" and "The principal's worse"
“The class has no doors","This school is a curse!"
But it didn't take long for the whining to stop
As many of you learnt that the teachers are hot!

From twelve to sixteen, you fought puberty
From friends, to parents, to explosive acne
What did I do to deserve all the glory
Of seeing you grow in mind and in body

But we had our fair share to learn and to read
From Merriam Webster to Bidadari
You are a 'Fine' class and I, a 'Fine' teacher
All for the hopes of a great barbeque dinner

It all seems so fast, its 2004
I wish we were back as we were years before
But the time has now come as we all have to part
To this phase in our lives that has so captured our hearts

May all you remember what happened these years
Filled with much joy and pain and laughter and tears
I wish you the best in all that you do
I hate to say this… but I love all of you!

not too bad for a wee wee hour effort!

Prayer: Dear Lord, I thank you for bringing these students into my path. Many of whom know you not. May you work in their lives as they go on in their lives - place a light in their path and a salt in their way. That they may know you as their Lord and Saviour