How was your week? A truly singaporean response would be something along the lines of 'okay lor" or maybe "tiring". Pastor Chua was right this morning, our culture requires us to be busy. It's not okay to be not busy. Sometimes its best if you're really very busy. And even if you're not, you have to find something to fill your time.
How was my week? genuinely, i think i hardly accomplished much. I lament and complain over work, i tried to conform to the couch as much as possible until i felt that my butt could no longer take it. i spent more time eating than exercising. cleaned portions of the house.
What am I here for? Have yet to sort that out within myself. Even when I felt life ebbing away and that maybe, perhaps my organs were in danger of failing that question didn't come to mind.
Highlights of the week include meeting with my Godma and telling her about me, meeting with eve over hotpot, donating blood with sam, jogging and emo-ing at the same time, chatting through cell, kite flying and untangling knots.
jaded.
You know. I could do more. I should be cleaning all the windows, fans floors. I should vacuum under my bed. I should finish the dratted review and other stuff along with it. I should run everyday. I could spend time playing my flute. I could prepare stuff for cell, spend time meditating on bible passages, praying. I could make stuff for other people and throw myself into an art frenzy. I could and should, but i don't.
i can throw myself into multiple frenzies, but it won't satisfy and last till I find out what I'm here for.
How was your week? A truly singaporean response would be something along the lines of 'okay lor" or maybe "tiring". Pastor Chua was right this morning, our culture requires us to be busy. It's not okay to be not busy. Sometimes its best if you're really very busy. And even if you're not, you have to find something to fill your time.
How was my week? genuinely, i think i hardly accomplished much. I lament and complain over work, i tried to conform to the couch as much as possible until i felt that my butt could no longer take it. i spent more time eating than exercising. cleaned portions of the house.
What am I here for? Have yet to sort that out within myself. Even when I felt life ebbing away and that maybe, perhaps my organs were in danger of failing that question didn't come to mind.
Highlights of the week include meeting with my Godma and telling her about me, meeting with eve over hotpot, donating blood with sam, jogging and emo-ing at the same time, chatting through cell, kite flying and untangling knots.
jaded.
You know. I could do more. I should be cleaning all the windows, fans floors. I should vacuum under my bed. I should finish the dratted review and other stuff along with it. I should run everyday. I could spend time playing my flute. I could prepare stuff for cell, spend time meditating on bible passages, praying. I could make stuff for other people and throw myself into an art frenzy. I could and should, but i don't.
i can throw myself into multiple frenzies, but it won't satisfy and last till I find out what I'm here for.
Although the fig tree shall not blossom
neither shall fruit be in the vines;
the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat;
the flock shall be cut off from the fold,
and there shall be no herd in the stalls:
Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.
Habakkuk 3:17-18
This lullaby is only a few words
A simple run of chords
Quiet here in this spare room
But you can hear it, hear it
Wherever you may go
I will let you down
But this lullaby plays on
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How was your week? A truly singaporean response would be something along the lines of 'okay lor" or maybe "tiring". Pastor Chua was right this morning, our culture requires us to be busy. It's not okay to be not busy. Sometimes its best if you're really very busy. And even if you're not, you have to find something to fill your time. 
