life's mean reds.

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?

shawna: hey huichien, get a cap for me k! huichien: ok, a cover for it right? shawna:.... i meant a cappuccino.

when the dullest things in life prove they have what it takes to take the central stage (: can we make people do something just by making it fun? People from the fun theory (http://www.rolighetsteorin.se/en/) sure thinks so :)

' a recommendation from von that made me smile (: made me ponder on a far flung random thought though. do love stories always have to sound cliche? most are, anyway. somehow, as much as admitting this raises eyebrows, i really do like them better that way.

“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” – Friedrich Nietzsche