Nerve wracking pain

T.T

Your Grace is Enough

#243

I know I must really be hitting rock bottom 

when I cried over something as simple as a dinner invitation.

Another unexplained kindness.

An answer to a deep bizarre desire I hadn't even bothered to pray about.

It's so awesome that He made it come true.

A reminder how much He cares for me.
*sniff*

I love you, I love you, I love you...
And my heart will follow wholly after You.

Piece of the week

There's a bike that does not like me.

I burnt my right leg against the exhaust pipe.

=_____=

In the midst of the long days at work...

Long jams on the bridge....

I'm thankful for:
(#239) Colleagues
Takeaways.
Money owing for breakfast and lunch when I forgot my wallet this week.
Patience of one in particular in explaining stuff to me.

(#240) Comfort Food
Light coke!
Royce!
Chachos!
Water frogs! =)
Thursday U.Burger's Night!

(#241) Reads
Kayner =)
How Like A God

(#242) Rainbow on an otherwise gloomy evening.
There's something totally quaint in asking another person crossing over like you if they are seeing one as well.
=)

(#243) And those who have to put up with my cranky self this week.

Another couple of weeks to go.

I'm sooooooooooooo not fun right now.

I'm That Girl

It's a Saturday full of joy and happiness.

I'm happy for the beautiful glowing bride.

Really am.

Yet, inside somehow the bittersweet ache grew. The 'what-ifs' ballooned.
It didn't help that there was conversations that went along the lines of 'She doesn't remember, she was so young then!' or the ones that has 'The last time I saw her was at the funeral...'
It didn't help that it was so frustrating to be stuck with my dad who was wanting to head home since 9.30am.

I thought I was having a really good grip on my emotions last night when my aunt asked if I remembered the days when I played with the girls.
I suppose I'm thankful I lasted til we were on our way home.
The dam broke in the middle of a food court in Bercham over something as simple as food.
The memories that trickled in since my aunt asked turned into an unstoppable torrent with the dam broken.
Keeping the flood going on and off for the last 4 hours.
It's the strangest thing how going down memory lane can make one cry so badly.

In the midst of those old memories, I was trying to find one good one about this weekend.
And then I remembered;

The bride's hand brushed against mine as we stood for a shot.

Somehow in a jolt I'm taken back into the past, into another memory where I was nervous and miserable in one of those first visits to the now familiar family house. And then she came, took both my hand and the other cousin's hand. I was both relieved and puzzled by what she was doing. And she lead us upstairs just so she didn't have to go to the toilet there alone. The other cousin and I got about to shyly talking, falteringly as we wait. Ice, broken by the time we came down the stairs.

China House =)

Jazz is so flavorful.

Like red wine. 

Leaves you warm, gooey and fuzzy.

Syncopation.

Improvisation.

Enjoyed thoroughly with eyes closed.