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My provider - "

The Lord will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame." - Isaiah 58: 10

My protector - "

Guard my life and rescues me” -

Psalms 25: 20

My confidant and friend - “The Lord confides in those who fear him; he makes his covenant known to them.” - Psalms 25: 14

learning that other ppl's victories does not mean i'm any less victorious in comparison.

unconditional love

hello gorgeous.

u look like plastic, but i still love u.

Lord voldemort cheers me up everyday.

http://twitter.com/Lord_Voldemort7

mindblowing my blown mind

this is the kind of dance i'll one day do.

hope

a girl once had an old piggy bank. it had been given to her 3 years ago. by a special person on a special occasion. it was purple. cool. handy. and special. very special. in the girl's eyes.

mama came along and gave a savings account and a debit card for the girl recently with huge interest rates. the atm card was so stylish and had great shopping/dining perks.

but the girl never ever used the debit card. she was busy putting all her coins in the old piggy bank.

the piggy bank could fill no more. but the girl kept trying to squeeze coins in anyway. there were cracks showing on the surface due to the force of her efforts. whatever she could not squeeze in, she carried around anyway, heavy as it was, hoping to fit it into the piggy bank one day. she was obsessed with the thought of putting every coin she owned in it. she had to put every coin she had into it, she had to.

when mama found out, she was upset. the account she had signed the girl up for had close to nothing in it. when she went to question the girl, the girl merely replied: "But i like purple."

this went on for months. and the girl gave various interesting responses to mama's occasional probing about the lack of use of the account. "Accounts should be used when i start working, i'm still a little girl." "oh, opps! i forgot that i had a savings account before i inserted my money into my piggy bank." sometimes, the girl got angry with mama's incessant probings and lashed back at her.

one day, while trying to fit 18 $1 coins into her purple piggy bank, the girl, in frustration, smashing her fist against the coin slot in an attempt to propel the protruding coin in. the piggy bank cracked, and she cut her palm.

the girl cried. and cried. and cried. not just coz her palm was hurt. but so was her beloved piggy bank, broken. it was a slight gaping wound in the side of the piggy bank, but coins flowed clumsily out of it anyway, like blood from a gaping cut. like the tears from her eyes.

tears still in her eyes, the girl picked up the coins that flowed out. after a moment, she tilted the entire piggy bank and poured all it's contents out of the wound onto the table. she gathered them. and went to mama to place it in her account.

she took the purple piggy bank and placed it on her top shelf. she never forgets its there.

tiny island

someone once said: you might not remember what someone said, but you'll always remember how they made you feel.

(although i'm fully aware that the above sentence is what someone said)

i love blogging about dreams

i dreamt the government replaced the MRT gantries will this terrible swipe and tap system that made the gantries 3 times as wide and a billion times slower.

i dreamt that Singapore kenna plague of these finger-nail-sized bugs that would suck your blood but nobody was panicking. everyone was adviced to just move around alot and not let these bugs get on their skin.

i dreamt i was sitting in the library working on some assignment question about Compensation. u came along and sat next to me. as usual, we were wordless. and den u leaned over in a deliberate fashion to peep at my com screen. u den got on with ur own work. still no words said, no comments made. i felt almost close to nothing although i was keenly aware u were sitting next to me. i felt like how i did in reality.

and den i awoke wondering how in the last dream was so akin to reality. u even wore a shirt u sometimes wear (and which is one of my least favourite).

google translate doesn't work accurately for this

ur fading.

하지만, 잘생긴 남자를 봐도 니가 최고라 하고.

my flower book

i realized my blog no longer serves much purpose.

i blog when i want attention.

its my digital stage. and im such an attention seeker by nature. it really is one of my character flaws. and i dun feel comfortable acting the way i do.

i've quit broken wings in order to keep myself in check. i would like to quit the bloggersphere too.

with regards to talking crap (which is an essential part of my personality and coping mechanisms) - i think my twitter is an adequate channel for that. cya in twitter world, if you are there.=)

P.S.: i might change my mind in a few days or weeks. but by that time, u wun be here already. hoho. lets see how it goes

PPS: while i was typing all the above, i actually hear the words being spoken out in a scratchy sexy australian accent. reason being, i've been hanging out with aussies all day! awesome stuff. im totally amused by this imaginary aussie voice in my head reciting out every word i read, type and write. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. kthxbye.

moving

if the coke bottle doesn't open and it can never be open.

i'm gonna switch to pepsi.