40 days.

Bring it on.
The 40 days of faith starts now in the city of God.
Now till August 9.

This week: Acts 18

looking out.

This was taken on Monday at work.
its again, me and the drawings.
stumbling upon the money plants outside again, recalling what celine said about the plants growing dollar bills, overlooking the vast greenery outside and hoping i could be outdoors instead.
Raisins as snacks, Corn Loaf for breakfast, slogging, deadlines to meet.

Happy belated 21st dearest mimi.

Happy belated birthday once again mimi,

For that sushi dinner, for that first experience in Orchard Central, for the time we met each other again, for the time we have endless topics to share, for the time you poked me again, for the time we had tea and ice cream together, for the time we could both speak to Romeo in Oriole, for the time we could really sit down and contemplate, for the time we could laugh at anything, for the time we could look back and think how silly we were, for the time we could sign up for dance classes together, for the time we anticipate dancing on sunday from now on, for the time im blogging this, im thankful for you and for God's plan in making us such good friends today.

Be blessed.

i will be carrying upon this myself,
cause im selfish.

i will be weighing myself down,
cause i never wanted to impose on others.

i will be awaiting for a much brighter light
to lift me up from this well

i will be taking it in my stride
knowing that i can come out of this somehow.

The people around me are living a life of their own, yet they are stretching out their hands
im greatly touched by this fact, cause im reminded i will never walk alone.
For now, i'd just close my eyes and feel the breeze rushing through my hair
i will be standing here alone , wishing that i never had to care.

Thanks Fei.

Catching up with you guys last sun was good.
it has been 3 years, long isnt it? Making coffee together, talking about everything with each other, all has been wonderful.
Thanks fei, for the kfc treat, we love it.
It tasted especially good when its eaten with you guys.

I will be waiting to meet up with you again.
and on a sidetrack, i love fei's hair and shimin's new eyes!

Hectic yet perfectly made.

Rushing throughout the whole of Sunday but all is good, hectic yet everything seemed to fall in place.


0700, Thomson CC for the 7k race.
and finished in 7th place.
It was the first time it didnt felt like a race at all, probably because there were not many runners, and its more like a homely affair rather than a big one where every singaporean knows.


Everyone did well, am proud of the girls, they completed the run, its their first 7k.
more to come for them, and more for them to glorify.



Trusty trainers, missing Asics.
Made it in time for sermon, but missed out on Paradise Band Worship! oh well.
Rushed to Chinatown thereafter for a dim sum lunch in celebration of Fathers' Day.
I love you dad.

Afterwards it was vivo with sis, enjoyed each other's company.
Glad i brought my camera out, gonna make full use of it now.

Did all I desire to do most in one day, how fulfilling.

Gorgeous.

Apart from dogs and kittens, what else can be more gorgeous than this?

Weekend camp.

Track and Field camp last weekend was awesome though it was just a night spent there, for me at least.
Bonded.
captain's ball, waterpolo literally, ate, danced, cheered, sang, watched a gory film, cards, talked, performed, forfeit, played, climbed, conquered, raced together.

Seriously, at that point of time, i didnt felt a wee bit of being an alumni.

Leah's

Leah said,
So true. Thanks.

on who i really am.

I was reading up on my all-time favourite blogs at work, as usual whilst I'm free.
I love how they inspire me, make me think deep, make me stronger as a woman, make me live and love life and make me rise up after I fall.

Just hours ago, I came across a wonderful post that set me thinking on who I really am.
It is generally about women written by a great woman.

Maryanne Comaroto states,

"What if you just let go? Let it all go? All your attachments: your life as you know it, your identity, what you think of other people, of what other people think of you? Any and all ideas you have about who you are, what is and how it supposed to be, vanishing in the distance as you voluntarily let them go?

The stories about your childhood, about the person who cut you off in the parking lot, about “How come that person has more than me or isn’t as good?” Who did what to you, who didn’t do enough. Who owes you, who you need to avenge. How you are going to save the world, your child, the animals, yourself. What the government is doing—or not—and how you could do it better. What other people should be doing instead of what they are doing, and how obvious that is. What time you should get up, what time you should get to bed, eat lunch, color your roots, get rid of that old couch, that bad relationship. What if you let it go?

What if you stopped worrying about whether or not you should stop drinking Diet Coke, boycott Starbucks, and hurry, before the movie starts. About whether or not you're smarter, more evolved, more competent, a leader, are here to do something BIG, are special, entitled and privileged. That you’re a fast reader, a slow learner, have a powerful job, or are tired of being unemployed. That you’re sensitive, fragile, fierce, overwhelmed, overworked and underpaid, discriminated against—and if someone could just see who you really were, maybe you would believe it yourself.

That anyone knows what’s best for you, that it matters if you are loved, and that there is such a thing as a soul mate. That there is anywhere to get—but you had better get there before it’s gone, as there are only so many windows of opportunity. That anything is bad or good, positive or negative, hurry up, slow down, that there is such a thing as success and failure and that anyone’s life is anyone’s responsibility.

That everyone you know is struggling, many people you know are sick, a third of our nation is obese, times are tough, life is short, and that if you pray hard enough God will reward you instead of the three-hundred-thousand other people who just died in Haiti, write you a personal check and make it all better. That things are getting worse/looking up, the earth’s magnetic poles are shifting, and blue is the new black. That you have nothing to give up—and let that go, too.

What if you let all that go? Imagine it if you can, even for a moment. Go through the life you live right now and let it all go. Who would you be? "

now all that she says made her a even stronger and positive woman.

I perceive myself as independent, and I still think I am.
People do see me as one as well, i guess.
I don't like to share my feelings or anything related.
I still don't.

I am stubborn.
I am strong willed.
I drift away easily, yet even more determined to come back.
Sad to say, I often neglect people and life. But that is how I really am.

Women should be strong and confident. Women should be demure. And so instead of seeing myself for the beautiful person I really am, I only see all the ways I am not what I “should” be.
Who would I be then? To live a life I have.
who would I be if no one was watching? What would I like? What would I do every day, and who would I do it with?

There are still way too many things I can't let go of.

i want to

that is so true.
Was having lunch in the pantry when i saw this up the wall.

Edits.

Wednesday at work.

Last minute project on NDP billboards 2010 thrown to me.
And ive only got 2 days to do up 3 designs.
it was hell.
inspirations, ideas and research, its so much like studio once again.

Did some drawings as usual, was fascinated with a bat i came across in the web.

Wore Jo's shoes, white, soft and a lil oversized.

Ran/Brisk-walked in the rain after getting lunch.
Did more edits thereafter.
Work.

Fruit crepes, hands on.

Workplace Health Programme was introduced,
and we made healthy fruit crepes and Banana Nut Smoothie for that one hour.
Had a pretty good time with fellow colleagues!

when discouragement is actually an option.

Free-fall.
when Discouragement opens to all.

How often do we actually feel discouraged?
When we are down and about, when we have no direction, when we are wandering aimlessly, when we have lost all hope, when we have lost all courage, when we are criticised, when we procrastinate, when we think that we don't even exist, and most importantly, when we gave up what we took to heart.
and when all these elements come upon us, I'd rather free fall.

Why linger on when Discouragement is actually all along a choice?

Grateful to Pastor for bringing up this today, i now have a remedy to it.
Rest. Recognize. Remember and Resist.
Till discouragement no longer dwells within.

Just like spending time with momma and sister today, we had a pretty good time just shopping, getting what we want, and getting each other's company. And im so glad i didnt hesistate in asking them out in the first place, its time to initiate.

back to work after a day of sabbath.

Thankful.
For such wonderful colleagues who are understanding when im down and about.
Liwen, she is such a darling.
Got each of us some cherries, and its just what i needed, Vit C for a stronger immunity.

And then, seeing the pop card i made the other day makes my day a lil more cheery. Well, look at the vibrancy of that.

Thankful.

for the wednesday's rest, off work.

It was a contradiction though, was supposed to rest to recover from the flu.

But NYP opens was on that day as well and i was scheduled for the 3000m race.

So I had a good rest in the day, well i still woke up early and couldnt get back to sleep and off i went for the race in the evening.

Thankful.

Clinched 2 medals, 3rd for 3000m and 2nd for a last minute 800m race.

Praise God, He never fails me.

Though disappointed in the 3k, could have done better but all's well and im contented enough.

Thanks to everyone's encouragement and prayers.

He who never falters lives in our hearts.