holds on

bagel- bread product, traditionally shaped by hand into the form of ring

I don't know, what if? Would you do that?

can't name

This morning, I woke up wanting to go caroling on a white Christmas Eve, holding a portable lamp in one hand, and going around on a sleigh pulled by reindeers.

This morning, I woke up wanting to catch a plane to one of those nice places you see in movies.

This morning, I woke up wanting to go bungee jumping, or on a sea adventure, or really, just for a nice long walk in a park.

This morning, the sky was clear.

This morning, I woke up knowing His grace is sufficient for me, and I can, I must depend on Him.

Well what do you say when there's 5 more months left for 2009? It has been an amazing ride so far. Thank you Lord, for - everything.

I 've also learnt that time is a crazy limited thing (that is such an understatement), among a lot of other things that have been coming back to me. And I'm glad for some, I found the answers. Like, why do they do it? Why did they do it.

let's not rush

happiness can be found in little things.
i am happy.

now.

mighty mutterers

Every night, I feed the hungry mosquitoes. They like me, but I don't like them.

Nights like these ( rushing for assignments due) make me hungry. I found myself back in Perai on a pleasant night, at Wai Sek Kai in Chai Leng Park. I would be trailing along the street with mom, and occasionally brother if he doesn't have tuition, waiting for dad. I would always want fried chicken and apam balik. And they taste so good to me, I was reluctant to share them with anyone. The warm sensation of apam balik felt on my tongue, and the slow acquisition of the taste, that was close to bliss for me, among other childish fantasies. And fried chicken was how fried chicken is to any kid- crispy and yum. Then at around 10+, dad would come out from the badminton court beside Wai Sek Kai, and he'd drink whatever chilled tong sui brought to him. I'd finish up my food, brother will finish up his, and mum is our helper. We'll go home. And I go to bed feeling contented.

I wonder how is Chai Leng Park now? And wonder too if the apam balik aunty is still there?
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(Nights like these make me do things like this-blog about fried chicken and apam balik for goodness sake, and waste a big portion of time.)

exhales

you know the feeling bottling up inside? that sometimes makes you feel like you just can't breathe, and simple details set you off like a ticking bomb. everything floods in, whether you like it or not. if you ever feel so, remember this-

You keep track of all my sorrows,
You have collected all my tears in your bottle,
You have recorded each one in your book.
" Psalm 56:8"


how precious we unworthy people are to Him.
ily Jesus.

we're spirits in bodies

Wait
Walk
Word
Worship

just a cookie

I think I like writing, I think I like drawing, I think I like lazing, I think I like chilling, I think I like the smell of warm bread, I think I like the morning sunshine creeping in through the window, I think I like the night time, I think I like hanging out with you too.

I like smelling crisp and clean laundry.

I think I just ran out of things to say.

massive fading sun

I am truly glad.

Will fill up this empty space, soon.
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you know, before you run to anyone else, why not run to Him?
:)

i just don't

"I keep coming back to you in my head, but you couldn't know that, and I have no carbons."

Adrienne Rich