Pardon me for not updating recently. I was guilt-stricken when i read yz's tag. Haha. So i'm up now attempting to blog even though i tucked myself into bed half an hour ago.


Two bad points about blogging in bed:
(1) Laptop battery may run dry.
(2) I fear kicking my laptop off my bed. I sleep on the upper deck of a double-decker yunno.


Okay, that aside, seriously, I have quite a lot of stuff to blog about. Life after exams has been, strangely, just as busy as when i was having exams. Well, it's good, and bad at the same time. It's hard to measure such things if you know what i'm saying. (Actually I don't. It's getting late, and i'm starting to blabber.)


Alright. (Notice how i keep having to pull myself back on track.) Wind time back to saturday, 1st dec. I was on my way home, after service, after dinner, and after a long stroll down orchard road. It was a long day, but a fruitful one nonetheless, and i was tired in different way.




And then i saw this pretty little stray cat chasing after a drifting plastic bag.

A pleasant lil surprise. I decide to play with it for awhile.



And then another pretty little stray cat came along. 1+1=2.

I decide to stay on even longer.



(At this juncture, my laptop battery's running low and so i shifted to the study room and made myself a cup of Campbell's in the process.)




They enjoy catching my hp strap, which makes it difficult to take a good picture of them.




And they simply couldn't sit still. Haha!




Yunno, it's really the little things that really makes up life. No matter how tired you may be, how frustrated you are, or how many nitty-gritties you have to handle, there should always be time for us to slow down, pause for a minute, and simply appreciate.


The clouds, the breeze, the cooling drizzle. The bun in your hand, warm clothes to wear, and a bed to snuggle in.



contentment. :)






While writing all these, i was reminded of a post in one of my old blogs. So i diggged the archives for it. I was studying for my jc promos then. Here it is, edited a lil for grammar sake.


Wednesday, March 24, 2004, 5:30am.
Was at the library today. Went to the toilet to wash my face, and i met this lady combing her hair. She's quite attractive, but she seemed uneasy with my presence. I was looking around for toilet paper and she kept looking at me. Well, i went on to wash my face, and she went on combing her hair.

When i was about to leave, she said to me, "Look at the amount of hair i dropped?" She held out with two hands a comb she was using, it had close to ten strands of hair on it. She laughed to herself and told me, "I'm dropping so much hair because of my blood cancer."

"Oh," i said, nodded with sympathy and smiled, as if blood cancer was nothing serious.

"You came back from school?"

"No, i don't have school today. I came to study as there's an exam tml."

"Oh, so you've been studying hard? I can tell that you're tired, the way you speak, you sound like you don't have much energy. Do take care of yourself ya? Go home and sleep well, and good luck for your exams."

Smiling, she continued to comb her hair. I walked out of the toilet. She's such a strong person. Though she's gotten blood cancer, she continued to live her life the best that she know how. And she's secure about herself. What brought me to shame was that it wasn't me encouraging her, but her encouraging me.



I sat down in the cafe, constantly turning my head to see if the lady came out from the toilet. I never saw her again. I reckoned God had sent her to me.

(end)


(At this point, i sipped the last of Campbell's.)


Lazy to conclude. I think the point's clear enough. It's really late now. Nights!