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To the stars that played with the darkness
I sang of love and burned up completely

Thursday, November 03, 2005 @ 2:33 PM

okie i will find some time to squeeze in tuesday's sentosa escapade and yes post the pictures taken and yea im still waiting for vivien to upload hers and rem pls dun send it to ahem.

im not sure how many of my friends know that im so terrified of growing old. to be caught in a situation being so vulnerable to diseases, to be left in a lurch, to wept silently till the day my last breath finally ceased.

i think i get emotionally unstable when the dawn handover the day to dusk,those thoughts of aging crept it. well i won't deny that i think far too much cos i just can't help it. this is the way i've been programmed. no doubt i'm deeply troubled but i find comfort that i know a God who has prepared a room for me and those who know him - a place with no tears.

yesterday on my way home after "tuition", i met this elderly lady who mistaken me as her grand daughter and she asked in dialect How come you r back so late? I looked at her friend for some rescue or to at least tell me what's going on but o well she jus gave me a blank look.

i looked at the lady and i think i smile la and mumbled some chinese cos i only understood some part of the dialect she spoke and she went O i thot you are my grand daughter and she shifted her gaze to her friend and said she looks like my grand daughter dun u think so?

-sigh-

laid down on the bed and i was praying to God with proper english and i decided to converse in singlish since im so tired and my thoughts aren't properly organised.

i told Him tt i wanna serve in this area but i dun wanna give up my love for media & marketing ( bargaining in process) so Lord pls arrange something!

anyway to cut it short, i kinda spotted 2 courses in UQ ( bach of physiotherapy/occupation therapy) . yup gonna discuss with mum when she comes back. pray for me..



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