Faith Noodles

I was crying today, and Tintin came and licked the tears off my face each time it fell. This is why I think my dog rocks. The end.

I just watched such a heartwrenching documentary . Linda Shum, the founder of Eagles Wings Homes, is an Australian who runs 8 homes for severely disabled children in China. With the one-child policy in China, her interviewer noted that it is not uncommon for a disabled child to be abandoned. She once worked as a primary school teacher. Soon after her husband retired from his role as a school principal, Linda told him that she wanted to start a home for orphans in China. Using most of their savings and the funds they raised, they had enough money to build their first home. Tragically, two weeks before the opening of their first home, her husband suffered a stroke and died. When he died, he left an insurance policy worth $50,000 and she used that money to build two more homes for these children. In closing, she said these words that really shook me, making me realise that this is the sort of love Jesus called us to have for the poor: Interviewer: Well, what would you be doing i...

Sleepovers are so fun. So last weekend, apart from girl talk, watching a chick flick (while munching on grapes and wasabi peas) and chatting about our favourite book titles, my friend and I decided to read/listen to this crazy whodunit book/narration. THE COMPOSER IS DEAD by Lemony Snicket. So.. the composer is DEAD and the reader needs to figure out who killed the composer. But this book is more than your everyday children's mystery book (it even had a twist we didn't see coming!). And it cleverly and cunningly introduces young children *cough* to the various sections in an orchestra (if I came across this book earlier, maybe I would have hated theory less and maybe remembered all the composers and which periods they belonged to a little bit better). You're meant to read the book with the audio accompaniment featuring Lemony Snicket as the narrator and the Nathaniel Stookey's music performed by the San Francisco Symphony. Some people might...

At 4am this morning, my dog gave me such a scare. He began coughing and wheezing and hacking. Non-stop. He normally sleeps at the foot of my bed. But this time, Tintin was sitting upright, further up the bed. He was looking at me with such mournful eyes as if to say, "Help me, I don't know what to do, make this stop." :( I lazily rolled out of bed and began stroking him gently and tickling him at his favourite spots. Ah, he'll be fine in 5 minutes I thought. But his hacking and wheezing continued, as if something was stuck in his throat. I remembered he was like that last night too - he was coughing (though not as badly) as though there was something stuck in his throat. I fed him tiny balls of rice to help him push whatever it was down and it seemed to have stopped. The coughing got so bad that he started vomiting foamy white liquid. I quickly let him outside and he started munching on grass furiously, gobbling it down like a fluffy white cow. I just let him...