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Thursday, October 08, 2009



It's been so hard trying to settle back into routine after going round and about. With the daylight saving, it's even harder, cause by 7pm it's still bright, which is unusual. And waking up earlier is hard too, for me at least- because I am a person of little self-discipline. It shows greatly in times like these.

Climbing the stairs get to me this week. First it was muscle soreness. From all the sprinting done on the way to the airport when coming back from Melb, carrying all that yue bing, spoils for our kitchen steamboat mates on Sunday. There was this strange assurance from God, that yes it would be okay, yes we would make it to the flight and back home. 3 min to the check-in counter closing. Sitting on the plane with darling fish was fun too as i grilled her about her embarrassing moments and other memories. When I got back, she was there waiting to pick us up. Only later did I realise that they had been praying for a safe flight home for me.
Then I went running with my running buddy. and two guys. I never liked the feeling of people running behind me- and definitely not guys. Such pure torture to have to keep going at constant velocity.

And then I cycled to school. (oh please don't tell my mum though I think someone eventually will). Prayed hard for a safe journey, and yes, God got his hapless daughter safely, though sore, to school and back.

Now, that the muscle soreness is almost all gone, I had to had to fall down and have abrasions on my knee and fingers. so climbing stairs is hard

I wondered as I was deliberating to wash my wounds, if God had control over me falling down. To which I told myself not to be silly. He does/did. It is for the better I would think- for reasons not known to me now. But showering and climbing stairs will still be a pain.



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