On me, on you

I miss my soldier boy so much. But thankfully it's already Wednesday!

"The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want" Psalms 23:1

Count your blessings

Is it me or does it get progressively harder to make friends as you grow older? Acquaintances and work friends, sure. But real friends to keep, hardly. Sorry to sound so jaded when I am only 20 haha. Anyway, these friends I've had for about 8 years now and I thank God that although we've all grown up, we don't grow out of each other. That's something I can be thankful for as 2011 comes to a close.

Just hung up the phone with Jotham and it's time for bed now, goodnight! 

Always brunch time

Our love for brunch will never cease. It's the second time we've been to The Dempsey Brasserie (our first time was here) and I still love the place! We came here after Jotham's church Christmas church service on Sunday and hey look! First few pictures of the boy with no hair ^^ still looking mighty fine, soldier!

Merry Merry Christmas

Christmas this year was better than expected. Christmas Bash, sleepover, brunch and Christmas dinner at Jotham's. Too tired to blog about it now, another day!

Three days away

Meeting the girls (+ Clifford) tonight for our Ikea Christmas dinner lol. This is a really weird and unglam picture of us (me especially hahaha, don't know why we did that) but who cares? Ugly is the new beautiful. Pretty pictures are getting boring. #justsayin

Wander with me

My concept of right and wrong might not be as clear as black and white and may consist of varying shades of grey but there are some things that I do have a clear line. When people challenge me on that, or don't look at the issue the same as I do, I get really defensive. I fight tooth and nail and in the process, I fail to realise that the people I am challenging are the people who matters the most to me, people who dares to step up and tell me I am mistaken (whether I am or not, that's not the point) and I end up hurting them. I risk sounding cheesy here but afterall, people don't care how much you know until they know how much you care.

Katong laksa (how authentic, I have no idea) with Jinguo at Roxy Square yesterday. Headed to Gan Eng Seng hall for YI Camp service which was filled with sweaty (note: very smelly) campers but God was undeniable. It must be God if people you don't even speak to (ever) lay hands on you and pray the exact prayer you needed to pray and hear. :) By the way, I finished every drop of the laksa and wished I could lick the bowl. I was that hungry.

I don't know if anyone even read this space but just in case there's anyone, goodnight.

Dreamers

It's 1.50am on a slightly rainy Tuesday morning and here I am, searching for film cameras on Ebay to buy. It just occurred to me that I'm 20 and that time isn't going to stop for no one so I'm going to start documenting my life & everything that happens around me before it's too late and I'm old and 50. Besides, I haven't had a single picture of Jotham with his bald head since he enlisted (it's been 5 weeks!) except those shameless, topless pictures in my Blackberry and if they ever see the light of the world, I would probably be dead.

P.S That's a (really bad) picture of us in Jan this year and I thank God that I have lost weight since then. Oh God, that's really hideous.