Tickle me pinky

I don't know where to start. Maybe by saying that I had a fantastic day yesterday is a good start.

So we start off at 7 am, getting ready for church ~ At least I did, Shu forgot all about Daylight savings and came running down at 6.56 proclaiming that it was 8.
ah well, where would we be without a sense of humour?

So we bus to church


at church

Kelvin and Daniel, expounding with Godly love.

How's that for starters? still thanking God for this church and more importantly, for His presence in their lives.

Entree:

Shopping with Thi and Adrian was preeety eventful, hell I think being in the same room as the two of them is tantamout to an adventure.

Taking a slight snooze...

Only Adrian


Anticipation of Metrotown



There they go just a-walking down the streets...


Singing do wa didididi dum didi do...


Snapping their fingers and shuffling to the beat.


Singing do wa didididi dum didi do...


Checkout Superstore:


Adrian devouring a choco bar BEFORE paying for it.


Dinner at RR




Adrian...


It's the malaysian style!


Adrian being himself... you don't want to know the story morning glory...


Back home, Thi and Adrian get into a fight, being male... Adrian lands on my jumbo box of feminine paper and starts flinging a liner or two and Thiyachai.

Fairview anyone?

What can I say?
So blessed, I can't believe it.

Mmmmmmm you have no idea, how good finishing an essay feels. especially when you've been at it the whole day.

Better then chocolate...

Open 24 hours, 27 billion served.

Just give me an hour's reprieve....
please.

But I have to realise that I cannot be selective in my love,
That I cannot have favouritism in my heart.
That everyone is my neighbour.
That God so loved the world... i.e. the whole damned thing.
And that I have to do that too.

Slowly.

Just don't burn me while I try.

Open wide

And let me in.
I'll be quiet, careful and gentle.
I won't move, or hurt you, or be too strong.

I'll just sit here, let you all be you and... watch.

Knowledge is power...
And power is void with out wisdom and love.
I do not love naturally, and Hannah rises up every once in a while to flaunt brutality in my face.
I love the little finger game, and even more so when it is a challenge.

Drag me to my knees, that I may not hurt, move or be too strong.
Not solely for my sake alone.

I don't show it, but I struggle all the time inside...

With myself

Losing it

I fell...
I feel...
All over the place.
All over the table, the stairs, the floor.
The lounge, the library, the halls, the rooms.

Give me hint, a reminder, a warning, a slap.
Hopefully from God, or me, not you, not them,
Take it back, suck it in, push it down, force away,
Try to forget, to improve, to realise and to change.

How is it that I see perfection in another's imperfections,
Yet loathe what I see in me?

Moderation spreads throughtout the whole, It makes the weakest, the strongest, and those in between... all sing the same song together.
Republic ~ Plato

If you could only see how blue...

Love me tender

... but don't throw me away after...







... especially not in the guy's toilet, in the shower cubical....
... and don't turn on the shower before turning away...



But love me tender anyhow.

T ah-chai

12 mn you come knocking on my door to return a tupperware and to hunt for food.
Is it just me or is that typcial of a Malaysian male?
So we warm up my aunty's muffins and just... talk.

Another one of those little blessings that God has dropped on my doorstep.

A bouy I guess.

"I know more people. You know people more"
~ Me to Thiyachai

Was that a tinge of regret I hear?

When will I ever learn?

I remember thinking that one has to be a complete person before being able to enter into a meaningful friendship.
I also remember that in order to be an individual, one has to have some sort of social solidarity.
So how does that come together?
What have I done?

I guess it's good that I slip and fall once in a while.
Keeps me on my toes.
Not good to get too comfy with your situation.

It's interesting you know, when you're tossed into a foreign place.
Sensitivity is heightened and everything just seems more real.
It's as if moving requires some sort of a concious effort.
To walk...
To open an umbrella...
To tilting your head down so that you see the puddles.

Everything is so new,
It gets tiring sometimes.

Blessings

Thank you God for reminding me once again what I need to find.

Thanks Dennis, for the lift.
Not a big thing I know but believe me, it plays a larger part then meets the eye.
Thank you God too for that.

"don't ever be discontented......that'll make you feel worse."

" your life's beautiful. why let some things that you know will be present for sometime to bother you? live alongside it, it isn't necessarily unpleasant, like my nosey neighbours who's been stealing our sng kim from our plant. "

~ Billy


Friday night out.


Someone's getting annoyed with my obession.


The old-school-bright-red-vacuum-cleaner-that-actually-inflates that I use to clean my room
Woah.

Who?

Which reminds me. What happened to my art?
I don't have theatre in my life anymore.
The only bit left is this basic make-up kit, covered, in my cupboard

Bleeding

In a subtle way.
Maybe my work is done. I've told my story.
Now it's up to Someone else to work.
Eternally.
In your story.

Just well, remember me.

*cough*

I'm ill.
Had way too much fun.
Visited James' (my chrisitan Arts One friend) church friends over a pot-luck.
Rediscovered the need to belong.
Spoke to Goh, a singaporean singaporean.
Made friends.
Had Coffee.
Came back to music and cards.

Woke up weak.

And Plato has been a bitch.

Ack. Praise God anyhow.