I Am Lynn Chong

During Tuesday life group, a recently married young lady mentioned that she is somewhat of a feminist and struggles with the issue of submitting to her husband.  The issue is a complicated one. Firstly, the discourse on feminism is dynamic and many a time laced with emotions. Secondly, the idea of biblical submission is probably not studied or misunderstood. Lastly, one may not really be a feminist or had a submission issue, the root lies somewhere else.  Interestingly, I had on a few occasions been described as a submissive wife although I do not want to probe on the definitions by the people who paid me the compliment/criticism. What they do not know is if they had met the undergraduate me, they would probably think otherwise. The excitement of undergraduate life, the newfound independence and arts education had thrown me into a period of questioning, tears and anger. I had to come face to face on whether my religion is just a clutch, an opium for the society. I do not know ...

For most part of my life that I have cognition, I live with the fear of death. Not my death but death of loved ones. It has been so long, I have more or less just resigned to living with it.  I had vague memory that even as a child, I would cry thinking about the death of my parents. I would go to their bedside and cry while they were sleeping. Now that I think about it, could it be some shows that I have watched because I do recall sobbing uncontrollably over the death of fictional characters in the drama. At the same time I was afraid of ghosts and spirits. I was healed as a youth during an encounter retreat. The facilitator asked me when did I start to be afraid of ghosts and spirits and I said it was attending my first Christian wake as a child when I viewed a dead body for the first time. The facilitator then led me in prayer and since that day, I am no longer afraid of such and was able to be alone in the night.  But still the fear of death of loved ones did not leave me...

Was trying to tell Benaiah to be safe if ever the helper tries to harm him. But I guess it is impossible to speak in codes to a child. Mummy: Benaiah, if anything happened , please run to the neighbour to get help. Benaiah: huh? What? Mummy: Like in an emergency? Benaiah: Like a fire? Mummy: yeah, something like that. Or maybe like if somebody is trying to harm you. Benaiah in all seriousness: Like a real lion in the house?

Hello World:) I guess, I still love to write. And be heard, of course:)

This day, two years ago, we promise to love each other all the days of our lives. These two years, we have our fair share of ups and downs, nothing different from what those marriage experts wrote about. Non surprising too, many of these little conflicts occur because I am a very typical female and you, a very typical male. And yet this the very thing that I love about us:) I love it that I am easily wavered and you are committed. That no matter how emotional I get, you would never give up on us.  I love it that I am timid and your are brave. That you bear with my silly-ness of not even daring to call the operator. I love it that I hate finances and numbers and you have such a keen sense for such stuff. And yet you let me spend all the money. I love it that I love all things girly and you like mostly manly stuff. But being together for so long, I begin to appreciate solid, silver cutlery a little more and you increasing your threshold for what you call cath-kitson tea c...

Wow! It's been a year since I last blogged! And in this one year, the greatest change in my life would probably be the arrival of my son, Benaiah:) I must find a time to record his birth story before I forget. For now, I just want to say that I am thankful, very thankful that I'm having some time to myself at 11pm because the little one is asleep...:)

Happy Happy Birthday Love!:) I hope your day has been great:) Because you have been such a blessing to me and those around:) I thank God for making you tall and round; wise and sincere; funny and kind:) Keep that pure heart, that genuine smile and rock star voice ! And know that you made my life wonderful:) Happy 28th (1st) Birthday!:)

Couldn't resist getting these pens for the girls:) I'm a gift person, a girly one. I love receiving presents, I look forward to all occasions that will bring with it presents.  And I love buying presents:) Another reason to stay employed?

Maybe it's entering term 3, maybe it's this new phase of my life, maybe i'm just tired. But I've been thinking about work a lot lately. Actually, i have always been thinking about work, in fact, currently I am reading Every Good Endeavour by Timothy Keller. A colleague saw me reading another of Timothy Keller's book and offered me that. He said it changes his perspective of work. I was eager to embark on it as I was hoping that maybe this book can change my life? I am just at the beginning, can't tell it's effects on me yet but I do am having maybe what some may call a middle-life crisis. I wonder: Am I doing what I love? If I dread work, does that mean that I do not love what I do? If I get to do what I love to do, does it really mean that I will look forward to work each day? Do I really know what I love? What I imagine I would love doing, would it turn out to be the same after a while? Is there more value to work than just for survival? ...

Emotions: Still cheery:) On being his wife: So far so good, I did not get a rude shock of any forms. I guess mainly because the man has been who he always has been. And I am not too particular when it comes to neatness and organisation. Hence, to date there is no screaming our heads off over toilet seats and tooth paste. It's nice to go home together after an event, to know that someone is committed to taking care of your life and of course, for me, a great perk is to be able to roll over as and when for a little cuddle:) On being a wife: I am blaming it on my upbringing and education that I am not the good,old, traditional wife, not one bit. The man has never requested for me to iron his shirt or fold his clothes. But part of me still feel quite responsible for it. I am making some progress, I hope it last! On being a member of the Chu's household: I am enjoying the personal bathroom very much. And the comfortable bed too. Everyday I get taken care of and fed, to the e...

I can hear the entourage making lots of noise for gate crash outside:)It still feel surreal that today is the day.I am looking forward to starting a new phase in life with my sweetheart, The one and only sweetheart :) The man who has seen me at my worse but loves me still the same.The one who gives in to all my whims and fancies. The one who loves people and loves God.Yet there is something bittersweet about today. I cannot bear to leave this home. This home which gave me love and taught me about life.But God is good in every season, He never changes and loves us still the same.Hence, I am assured that as long as we seek God, everything will be all right.Today, I am realising a little girl's dream:)Today, I am getting married:)

I wanted to buy you a card but I decided against it because I know somehow the card will go missing soon! So here I am, risking my blog viewership and writing my new year message (and confess my undying love for you to the world!) , hoping that some day you can look back and read it again:) Anyway, my dear, I just want say thank you for giving me another awesome year. 2012 started with a loss in the household and I thought my 2012 would never ever be great. But in the middle of the year, you make me the happiest girl. They thought you were lucky but I think I am luckier:) It is still beyond me about what I did to deserve such love. If God would allow us to have children, I hope they grow up to be like their father. That they learn your patience, that they learn how to love people as who they are and most importantly that they learn your faithfulness and commitment , that they will growing up knowing that one does not give up in a relationship. No man has seen me in such we...

It's december already. Why didn't anybody wakes me up when September ends ? Well anyway, we are right smack in the actions of December . I've been to Cheng du and back. But am feeling very gloomy these days probably due to a lack or sun, company or money or combination of the sorts. I guess more obvious, my gloominess is due to the lack of a holiday. And by holiday I mean anywhere outside our tiny island. Even if it's just Johor bahru. But the sad part about being a teacher is , you are free when nobody else is. I am still trying to coerce my pals, hoping to work out something . By some sort of miracle, I might get a 2D1N in JB . I hope.

The most daunting part about the wedding ? Has got to be the money . It's been 5months since I bought a new piece of clothing and we rarely go for fanciful meals these days. Yesterday as I was walking alone at ion and stopping myself from buying things, I thought to myself miserably: why am I in such a miserable state?! Where did all my money go? And the good voice inside me reminded me that: Hello, the money went to that hotel, that photography and THAT DRESS! And so I actually feel a little guilty for my few minutes worth of pity party. Nobody puts me in such a miserable state besides my own vanity so I shouldn't complain , especially if the man is not. Everything nice about the wedding seems to be for my sake. He doesn't seems to need anything. Yes, we should give your parents this, it's ok, we should get that dress and no , I don't need a tuxedo just the suit will do. Hence while I can't wait to revert back to my original lifestyle ( if I am not ...

I do:) Because it's a good way to gather my thoughts. Because it provides a form of relief. Because if you come here , it's because you want to:) So I can whine all I want, grumble all I need and show off my love :) The recent overdoes of people's affairs drive me here I guess. It makes me realised how too much of a bad thing can be overwhelming and too much of a good thing can also be overbearing. Some even come across as quite showy. So I guess some of the stuff gotta come here:)

Earlier On Whatsapp L: This shade is so nice !! J: From? L: Chanel! Then our friend went and got himself busy with other chat groups. L: hey!hey!hey! I'm here! Don't just entertain them! Entertain me! J: I know:) I just don't wanna entertain Chanel. L: ...

I'm gonna get my hands on winnie the pooh's quote book! “Rabbit's clever," said Pooh thoughtfully. "Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit's clever." "And he has Brain." "Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit has Brain." There was a long silence. "I suppose," said Pooh, "that that's why he never understands anything.” ― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh “Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh?" he whispered. "Yes, Piglet?" "Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's hand. "I just wanted to be sure of you.” ― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

Two married female colleagues were talking about some trivial stuff on running their household. Writing cheques to pay bill and stuff. And at that moment, it just suddenly dawned on me why man like Caesar prefers intelligent, capable woman over sweet young thing! Wahaha!

I look forward to holidays which are purely holidays and not for clearing back log. Yet, despite the many stuff I need to clear, the inertia is enormous. So cut me some slack and let me do a little update on this dusty blog. Work: While those imps bring me episodes of joy, teaching is really getting a toll on me. No job takes a toll on me physically, emotionally and mentally like this one. It shows in my weight, my skin and my relationships. And every ten weeks, I get rejuvenated and then the cycle starts. And on days when I'm working, I'm basically a monster. I either refuse to go out after work or i go out and throw tantrums. At home, i refuse to talk! I don't know how many more cycles I can last. The Wedding: the progress is very slow (by Vin's standard that is). I feel like throwing in the towel for the preparation at times. Mainly because of work and the amount of energy and money needed for this one. But also because some of it just don't seems to make s...

Dear God, It can be so trying and difficult at times. Help me not grow tired of doing good.