Dear restless heart, be still; don't fret and worry so; God has a thousand ways His love and help to show; Just trust, and trust, and trust, until His will you know.
Dear restless heart, be still, for peace is God's own smile, His love can every wrong and sorrow reconcile; Just love, and love, and love, and calmly wait awhile.
Dear restless heart, be brave; don't moan and sorrow so, He hath a meaning kind in chilly winds that blow; Just hope, and hope, and hope, until you braver grow.
Dear restless heart, repose upon His breast this hour, His grace is strength and life, His love is bloom and flower; Just rest, and rest, and rest, within His tender power.
Dear restless heart, be still! Don't struggle to be free; God's life is in your life, from Him you may not flee; Just pray, and pray, and pray, till you have faith to see.
I came home that day and found a package on my bed. It was a gift from my aunt. My first Christmas gift!
Ohhh boy ooohh boyyy... I luuurrrrvvveee presents.
Like a hungry beast, I ripped it open and emptied the contents on my bed.
And to my utter horror... Was the most gaudy Leopard print top, with swirly motives & gold dust all over it. It was very very...Agogo indeed.
And I'm too conservative to be caught dead wearing such an offensive thing.
The whole present-ripping-rush was over in a moment. Quickly, I shoved it into a bag & handed it to Ma.
"Nah, give you. Don't want" My mother has always tried to be optimistic & encouraging. Especially when it came to things like horribly ugly clothes.
She said ; "Aiyoh. Nice what. I think you should keep it. You never know, 30yrs time this might be the fashion. Fashion is like that wan, it will always come-back"....
Right.
And guess who was in my house this morn when I woke up? The Leopard Print Aunt! Grawwwwll!
I tip toe-ed out of my room hoping she wouldn't notice me. But she did! And like all Hokkien women, she yelled "Eh Liza! You like the baju I gave you anot?"
Shite. I made a sleepy muka bodoh and said "Huh? Oh yah. Like"
Then made a mad dash for the toilet before she could ask me to put it on for her or something crazy like that.
Sigh. Christmas & Family obligations. I think relatives should stick to giving us money.
I love the dead of the night... Finally, some alone time!
Sigh. What a crazy past few weeks! Indeed. 'Tis the season to be running around. Caroling, parties, gift wrapping, practices & more practices!
You know Christmas is near when you make your coffee extra potent & down it all in one gulp, hoping that it'll get you thru another long day. Yeah, that's the Christmas spirit baybeh!
Ahhh, but tonight. Is my night. My mind is swirling with a thousand thoughts.
And I'm getting the year end blues. Nostalgic is me.
I've never been good at saying goodbye. Or maybe I'm just chicken shit & afraid of what the coming year has to bring.
I cannot believe how time eludes me.
When I was a kid, 20mins felt like such a loooooonnnnggg time. And I would wish & wish that time would pass by faster.
But now...20mins is one episode of Friends.
Sometimes I wanna live in a hole in the ground. So I can be denial. Like the story of the Mole who lived in Denial? Ok, there is no such story.
But I stop every so often to think about how much of my life has passed. Then I feel abit miserable because I wish I'd done more. And then I pick up from where I left off and carry on with this life-that-should've-done-more.
The whole process is pointless & a complete waste of precious, limited time.
Does thinking about doing more with your life actually make you consciously do more with it? Maybe the fact that you've 'actually thought of it' makes you feel good? Accomplished even.
Like... Hey! I've thought about how I should've done more with my life. Shucks. I really should've. *Takes a moment* Yes, now I feel so profound.
