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?

the emmient change.

i am officially annoyed at how long it's taking me to change the layout of my blog. so annoyed that im almost tempted to search for my old blog template and restore it to its good old times. i am increasingly amazed and dismayed at my tendency to not carry through what i had originally planned to. --time for change! (though let's just leave the blog in construction till another day.:P)

life's mean reds.

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