Its one of those days again


Friday midnight suddenly seems so near.

Even then, the search for meaning shall not prove futile.
In all speech, action and thought.
To question all motives,
surrendering them into the Hand of the One who loves, cares, and disciplines those He loves.

Much thought.

Deny yourself and take up your cross daily

Joyful joyful, Lord we adore Thee


Almost a week more to Cebu. Hmm.
For one, I want a life-change there, but what is more important is to impact lives.
Help me to change my perspective and convictions, Father.


On another note, it HAS been getting quite rainy nowadays. Good excuse to wear the all-new MJC jacket! :)
Hope it doesn't lose its softness after mummy puts it in the washing machine.

Going work tomorrow, wish me good grace! That i may not stab my palm with rose thorns and the like. Helping with wedding decorations too. How beautiful :)


You're the Giver of immortal gladness

I shall Officially start studying tomorrow.( I need, I hope)

Neither shall move,
on this treacherous path of ours.
Lest we fall into a rocky ravine
Oh, of no return.

Restraint is needed-
provided only by the Provider.

I need/have to study!

Worn out, not tired


I'll run back to You
I have not yet resisted to the point of shedding my blood.

So I will.

Hebrews 12

Double decker buses in a row


Its contemplative, not emo.
But whatever. Haha.

On a side note, I finally got my THREADLESS shirts yesterday(after such a long wait) :)

I like double-decked buses. As well as sitting at the very front of the bus. It makes me feel like I'm on the top of the world, where i can pretend that I'm driving the bus/ laugh at the bus driver's lousy driving skills. On the top of the bus it feels like I'm in a safe little bubble where nothing can get at me, except my thoughts.
I especially like looking at the top of bustops where tree branches usually fall onto and where ants make their nests. And also when the branches slap against the window of the bus when it moves along the path home and gives me a shock.

Today it was raining.

In the rain, everything had a surreal feel to it. Rain droplets were just skidding down the windows in a rhythmic manner and everything outside was stained with a certain mistiness and coolness to it. The view of the bustop tops were also quite different. The rain puddles were gathering on it and any moment now it would just make the big drop onto an unknowing person's head. It looked like one of those sweet machines in an arcade with the big scoop where little children put shiny $1 coins in the machine to get 30cents worth of sweets. Such a rip-off. But anyway. It was one of those days where I can just sit like a agar blob and look at the world in motion.

So very lonely

Maybe one day I'll sit on Bus 5 with a notebook propped in my arms and just write.
As inspiration demands.
In hope that I do not get bus-sick.

Hmmm.

late nights








I think you have to click on it see it more clearly, but ISN'T THIS AWESOME SHINGZ!


Makes me all excited about our italy trip.

I can almost sniff the cool march-april air, feel the woolly fabric of my white double-breasted jacket against my skin, see my breath fan out in white smoky circles in the frigidity of the morning, of gloved hands and pajama nights.


I repeat, how awesome is that?




"What about little microphones?
What if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of their hearts through little speakers,
which could be in pouches of our overalls?
...
That would be so weird,
except that the place in hospital where babies are born would sound like a crystal chandelier in a houseboat,
because babies wouldn't have had time to match up their heartbeats yet.
And at the finish line at the end of the New York City marathon it would sound like war."


-Jonathan Safran Foer (Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close)

Consuming monster?

Its like;
Removing a brick from the wall daily,
You know eventually the barrier
will disappear.
But who knows of the repercussions of this?
And maybe one day the foundation will crumble
Leaving broken debris littering the stone floor
with two concussed people lying on opposite sides
Where the wall should have been.

Barriers;

Oh and they'll name a town after us


Ode to buddy
Because then, can you feel the tangible distance between us?
Held only by the thin thread of friendship
Holding on to it seems a daunting task, but I do.
If you sever it,
then we shall cease to be.

Oh, of sleepless nights.
How could you expect a feeble apology to mend the damage done?
And yet in my dreams my troubles pursue me
Would you not know?
Would you not feel?
Emtpy, empty.

Because i'd expect something big from you.

Cheryl ♥
26/10/1992
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