It’s my first chain of holiday filling and squeezing plans in it. Work has always been zapping out my energy that i couldn’t find self in me. Intentions only to take a spiritual rest and get new findings with the Holy Spirit. Yes, it’s a holiday to have a retreat with the holy spirit.
I never knew how things could actually work out like this. Four years ago, I was introduced duper unfriendly girl in Sentosa cos i heard that she is also a GB girl. So I thought she was fine. BUT, Oh my, you got to see her slappable face. She gave me a patronising smile and left quickly.
Today, I’m gonna label her as my bestest comrade in GB. The one that supports and compliments me whenever I’m down. She walks me and guides me through the years in GB. She listens to every complaint that I have too.
Sometimes, you just got to see her cheeky and cheesey face that will laugh you out. Sometimes, her fishy face that she does is duper adorable. And well sometimes, her sweet moving makes you feel like sayang her. HAHAHAHA
And yes, it’s truly my blessing to know her and get closer to her cos she’s such a gem that’s hard to find. Last week, before heading to cell, we met up for a short discussion and dinner. I never knew how this sentence could nearly brought me into tears. She said “ Sometimes, I’m glad that I’m still in Singapore so that I can know you more”
Oh boy, I nearly teared. God, you’re too good to send this lovely friend to me. But it always aches me to see how she’s fighting with her health problem. So Lord, I continue to lift her up into your hands. I may not comprehend what is happening to her body but Lord, you do because you are the one who created her and brought her up. O Lord, comfort her as she goes through the pain. Heal her as she receives treatment, Fill her when she feels empty and lonely. And Lord, may you ease her pain.
Deep down in me I’m tearing apart slowly. I feel like crying just cry at a little corner where no one knows. But I don’t know whether the tears would be worth to shed or not.
It’s my first time crying for these girls, it’s not about whether they have done their assignments but it’s their slappable attitude when I scolded them.
Do you have a frequent nightmare that keeps in you on for years? For me, I named this frequent nightmare ” Defying levity” ( if you ever heard of the song defying gravity, it’s exactly the opposite of it. ) I’m always driven by the pulling force. It may happens in a lift. Sounds weird right.
So in a lift, as the lift goes up to a higher level, my body will levitate up as well until I hit the lift ceiling. No matter how hard I tried defying the levity, I still fail.
Unconsciously, I’m relived to my childhood greatest fear in kindergarten; origami. But praise my good memory for I could still remember how to fold a boat. Nonetheless, I still find frustrations while figuring the folds.
2. Pin Wheel
P.S: I just gave up on figuring out how to fold a mushroom cos it’s too challenging to catch the animation
Have you ever kept a journal? Are you still keeping it tightly as if it’s treasure that you never want any creature to touch it, is it still safe? Well, I’m strucked in the topic of diaries and journal. In Vamp. Diaries, Stephen returned Elena’s diary, where she left it in cemetry and assured her that he didn’t read it because he wouldn’t want anyone to read his diary. This is the western’s virtues; of respecting privacy. As much as I was hooked on to the recent taiwanese melodrama; the story of time “光阴的故事“，I began to realise the difference between Asian’s and Western’s perspective. In the drama, the 一美 (Yi Mei) diary was totally exposed and pitifully. It then became everyone’s laughingstock because in her childhood diary. It was her mother who stole the diary and read it because she was worried about her daughter. It’s definitely violating 一美’s privacy but afterall, she pays her worries to her daughter’s affair. Utimately, she still loves her daughter. This is the asian’s perspective of caring and concerning.
A moment ago,I took out mine and spent some lil.time reading it. The diary is only one year plus old tho. I came to realise that I’m all writing to God, as a letter, sometimes a love letter, sometimes a complaint letter, sometimes a reflection letter and sometimes for hope. I guess my diary records half of my prayers and hopes even in the very last entry of it.
Diary’s a flip book of characters and personality. You’ll how you’ve grown, through your entries.
1. This is how a herd of sheep follows his shepherd. Nonetheless, Jesus is the perfect shepherd who had laid his life down for his sheeps so that they may have eternal life.
2. There’s a song that goes ” I can do all things through Christ, I can move a mountain if You are the strength of my life.” I’m doing it literally.
3. Praise the mighty Gardener who protects the pretty flowers. :D
I’M THE CLUMSIEST WOMAN IN THE WORLD.I hate to be one honestly cos it brings me so much trouble, pain and heartache. Monday was the start of my industrial training programme. I woke up early at 5.30am. With a happy smile while dolling up myself. Everything just went so smoothly until I reached kembagan station. While walking down the staircase, I skipped a tread and cracked my right ankle bone. Initially, I was it was a sprain. Little did I know that it got so serious that my ankle began to swell and I was limping along my way. In , I was admitted to sgh a&e and I came out with a cast on my right leg and a 30 days of mc. I promise, it was a terrible truth that I had to bear, walking with clutches, when I need some render during shower and can’t move with ease. What makes me feels devastated is that I can’t go for work anymore and have to re-do my itp. Thankfully, I had an appointment today that the specialist shorten my mc to 14 days though I still can’t change anything about ITP, after these 2 weeks, I’m gonna play for 4 weeks. Doing everything I want and have my freedom first.