one two, buckle my shoe

three four, please no more.

strike 3, and he's out..again.

Lord,
your ways are higher than my ways
your thoughts higher than my thoughts
help me to see through the mud and the mire
through the deception and the disappointments
that You are soverign,
and circumstances notwithstanding,
we will still worship You

bacon wrapped bananas

are on their way!

housesitting

of a place not my own! at least until tuesday

while at it, i'm having a little retreat
first, by myself
and then my little pal's gonna come over

first night tonight
and i feel a little lonely
animal planet, the whirring air-con noises, and my fingers on the keyboard talk back to me

on to explore this little abode
and too keep it speak expand!

tired

is all i can say

busy busy, how you kill me!

ah hah, busy busy.

i can't remember the last time i actually snuggled in bed, before sleep.

bedtimes these days (i'd quantify the length of time, except i can't even remember how long it's been!) see me in these few situations; sleeping on the cold hard floor, half-curled in bed with my specs and lights on, in my day's clothes and grime, and that's how i call sleep these days.

if i heard anyone living the kind of life i'm living, i'd tsk tsk tsk and try to give some advice on setting priorities, being organised, learning to say no, developing proper time management...

tsk tsk tsk indeed.

lemme just chug ahead, to at least, to the next train station and hopefully, there will be fewer passengers so it's not so heavy.