when i wake up at 11am....AGAIN.

i hate waking up to a clock face that seems to point out the number of hours i could have spent doing something more productive.
and then a thought dawns upon me. it's so humbling that it silences my myopic grumbling mind-- how many times has it slipped my mind, that the very fact i can wake up again after i lie down and sleep, is simply because the Lord sustains me?

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Mr perfect/miss imperfect

Instead of waiting for the perfect one, work at being the perfect one instead. These words roll off the tongue with ease like a familiar jingle. Yet the former holds an appeal tt the latter can never achieve.could it be, that at the end of the day, we are, in fact, more aware of reality than we realise? The former, perhaps, more achievable than the latter?

pro-cras-in-a-tion.

one of those moments when i get distracted from the task at hand, oh the joys of the internet. i dont know what catches my eye more, the light, the subtle suggestions of melting shadows, or an unadulterated expression of love, that comfortable lingering silence in company?

a random post because i feel randomly happy

people who know me best probably would have known how much i hate it when i oversleep.it has this strange sort of domino effect on my day and everything just ends up in shambles at the end of it all. it's really a bad emotional habit of mine that im learning to change and to try to entrust every single day to God(despite and in spite of the fact that things dont go the way i planned them to) but yeah, so i was really surprised that today wasnt as bad as i had imagined it to be:) i was supposed to head down for ocf's first bible study at 10 but guess what, i kept snoozing my alarm clock and i guess somewhere along the way, i accidentally pressed the button to switch it off. i ended up waking at 11 instead(am i a pig or what) and realised that the guys were waiting for me for the past half an hour and consequently caused the bible study to start half an hour late:/ gosh i still feel super apologetic and guilty about it. but anyway, on with my story, since i couldnt make it for oc...

life's mean reds.

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