Alone with You

A series of haiku on a foggy day in Geraldine:

O capture my heart,
Ravisher of darkest soul-
To be One with You.

His breath takes me far
off away into the deep-
sailing above seas.

slowly by slowly
ropes are untied, fears released-
his words set me free.

Death that brings most life
O Gone are my haunting thoughts
The end of me nears


Jude twentyfour


Home sweet Home

My lovely home in Geraldine, New Zealand!


In Luke 18:9-14, there is a story of the prayers of the Pharisee and the tax collector. The Pharisee's prayer is self-centered and not in any way humble. However, the tax collector's prayer is the opposite. Verse 13 says, "But the tax collector, standing far off, would not even lift up his eyes to heaven, but beat his breast, saying, 'God, be merciful to me, a sinner!'"

The original Greek word used for "merciful" in this text is Hilaskomai which is translated as "to make propitiation for" or "to atone for (sin)" and also "to make ONE with God." The last translation caught me the most. This sinner, the tax collector, was not crying for mercy in that he wanted to escape punishment (which is what mercy is usually thought of), but rather crying out in utter despair: "GOD, MAKE ME ONE WITH YOU AGAIN"

my prayer tonight:

God, hilaskomai... make me one with You again.


Keep in touch

Dear Loved Ones,

Please write me letters at my home address-

124 Woodbury Rd.
R.D. 21
New Zealand

Also, please send emails to katrinaong@upperroomshows.com
Facebook will not be a regular part of my life from now on.



september eleventh

the journey by mary oliver

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.


Dreaming of

roaming animals

handwritten letters

bright stars

the hills of New Zealand


New Zealand

Thirty days till my departure. You'll be hearing from me.


Curious Boy

The bold navy stripes on his pajamas looked more like sea waves when he crawled under and around the tables and chairs, blankets and sheets we’d assembled into a bedtime fort. He bumped and knocked over my Moira doll sitting perfectly in her high chair.
“Slow, please slow, brother.”
His loud grin told me exactly what he was thinking but I hoped for once he would speak. But he never spoke. My quiet, curious boy.

Lock it up

She kept it quietly in the old brown trunk hidden in the room made only of wood. Had she known it would blend in so well she wouldn’t be able to see it later, she may have kept it in the garden. Slightly after midnight, the badger who helped her months ago find the trunk told her that this was not an ordinary trunk. It would not keep her delicate heart, her rose petal pages, her bottles of tears and honey.

My Brown Hair

I stumbled upon this post from a lovely blog I often read.
To all my lovely brunettes out there...

"Sometimes I wish I were blond, with thistle down hair that floats on the breeze and wispy brows, and lashes that are barely there. There is something so fragile about pale skin, pale hair, lilac unicorns made in to girls against their will.

Then I remember all the brave, proud brunettes. I remember Wendy and Dorothy and Sara and dearest Lucy and I tie my braids like a badge of honour. For we are the fierce, clever, plucky little maidens who save lost boys and open wardrobe doors and remember, in our dreams, how to fly."


Tune of the 49th

Up and coming Seattle band (and good pals of mine), Washington Mile, asked me to direct and shoot their first music video / promo for their debut album Simple Hearts. I gladly accepted and after hours and hours and hours ... and hours, here is the final product! I had wonderful ladies, Kira and Danya, help me with the filming day. AND my beautiful and lovely baby sister, Cassandra acting as the girl. I loved making this even though it was hard work. I can't wait for future projects like this!

Listen to great tunes from Washington Mile.


Charlie Darwin

In honor of the stop motion project I have been working on countless hours... Here is a beautiful, whimsical song set to an equally beautiful, whimsical stop motion video.

I love you and goodnight.


Kailynn Josephine

Bright and early at 6:34am on March 11th 2010, my precious beautiful niece, Kailynn Josephine Ong was born. Neisha was a Warrior Momma, bringing Kailynn into the world after over 20 hours of labor! I love Kailynn, Sean and Neisha Ong and CANNOT wait to see them in May!! I WANT TO HOLD YOU MY SNUGGLE BUG!




1 month

1 month
till my brother and sister-in-law have a baby...
I will be an aunt. I can hardly wait.
Come soon Baby Ong, Boy or Girl- I will LOVE YOU FOREVER.


Untold Stories

Never when the noisiness of shuffling feet or obligatory laughs fill the spaces between door and window. Always when the other door closes and I am alone. I thought I was alone. The once frivolous pursuit of thoughts switch to peeks and glimpses of Her spilling coffee and the lines of His unmoving lips. "What is your name?" I ask. She turns the corner, her skirt lightly catches wind. "Wait!" I close my eyes. Why have they chosen a mind like mine? Selfish, buttoned up mind. I can hear Him catch Her around the corner. I imagine She runs right into his chest. Thud. There goes the coffee. I turn the corner and giggle at the sight. She hides Herself quietly, neatly behind Him. "Show me your faces." I ask politely. "Show me your faces." I ask a little less politely. Fumbling with the chain, He opens his copper pocket watch; it reads: "Tell them the story."


pretty colors

My lovely gal pal recently shared this little treasure of a site with me. Do take a minute or two to create something pretty to share! in light of my undying love for mr. sendak's little boy, max... it's no surprise this is what i came up with for my first piece.


sleepy, beneath clouds

Please take a peak at my new photo blog!


dear mr. sunshine

My first, and certainly not my last, stop motion film. Very very short film. I thought I should start with something little before taking on bigger ideas. Enjoy for now and stay tuned for more in the hopefully near future. Good night!


Neopolitan Dreams

First day back to school- let the procrastination begin :)
Here is a lovely young bright eyed lady I started listening to recently.
Lisa Mitchell's music is like sunshine in a silver locket.
Her videos are equally as endearing.