4:56 AM
it's been a good week. another set of 7 days passed but one spent with meaningful intent. and here's a thank you for 'em friends who've made my week so meaningful. for our talk over coffee, our talk from orchard to city hall, our talk over fish and fries. yes i've done a whole lot of talking this week but it's been better than great. thanks. :)
it was easier to get through work on friday not because TGIF, but because i woke up with a warm fuzzy feeling, the lingering contentment that stayed even after we parted on thursday night. that which made the world a little more beautiful, life a little more bearable. that which made me think, it's been worth it because i've finally found it. i mean it when i say that these are the friends i've been waiting for. and hey, i wanna grow old with you too. ;)
it's a nice feeling to sip coffee and chat without anything planned. to simply share our lives and, to be friends. of laughing silly and accepting wholly, it was deliciously enjoyable (yes the chocolate bits in the coffee too). thanks for walking this journey with me.
i feel terribly upset that my beloved childhood sweetheart has morphed into such an undeserving form. yes, i'm talking about non other than Polly Pocket. besides Captain Planet (he was my hero), Polly was really the only other form of happiness that money could buy. Polly used to be smaller than the nail on my pinky and her house just big enough to slip into my pocket, so i could bring my darling everywhere i went. i even have one of Polly's house in a locket so i can wear her near my heart. but Polly today is bigger than even my pocket, and she looks so disastreously conformed to society, one could mistake her for barbie's baby. yucks.
i'm no soccer fan, but i'm supporting netherlands cos i gave my word to my captain. captain, remember to tell me when netherlands is playing and what colour jersey they wear so i can turn on the tv, watch the match, and boost the tv ratings of the match. aha. i attempted watching the opening match at home with my dad, but the only things that i noticed was "what a bad camera angle from the top, now the whole world knows the referee is balding!" and "my gosh they zoomed in so much i can see the manager's terrible complexion!"
i might be wrong, but i think i'm better off shopping, which i had a glorious time doing with shuz. we loove the GSS don't we?? ;) sam often tells me soccer brings out the worst side in guys, and i think shopping brings out an equally bad side in females. with the pushing and the shoving and the i-saw-it-first, plus the unstoppable darting eyes and the inability to complete even a single sentence inbetween grabbing clothes. woo hoo hoo i now have a row of shops that i can call my favourite. :)
i thought to myself, what an amazing 8 months, a period that i can probably call the best of my life. but what i didn't know was that it was only the beginning. i look back and it's been one and a half years. a mere one and a half years, and i'm a different person. i think of you when i feel down. and when you say you think of me when you get discouraged, i know God is great.
i was asked what my testimony was, and amongst other things, i said: when you overcome breakthrough after breakthrough, and you know you could not have done it alone, you know that there's someone greater up there.
Fireball.