Spider Faith

Life has been getting harder these days due to the conflict in the house that has sucked Dennis into the centre of it all. Poor man, he does so well dealing with it but I don't feel normal living in such an abnormal situation.

But God had a plan to teach me about this, and to do this, He needed:
(a) One Large Ugly Orange Spider
(b) A Hero (the one you hold out for till the end of the night)
(c) A Car
(d) DC slippers

I was leaving Dennis' after a night of good fun with Daryl+Eunice, May+Alvin, Loong+Rebekah, Uncle+Auntie. We had a great time making Daryl practice his slow dance! Dennis walked me to the car and as we were saying goodbye, I spied with my little eye the most hairy disgusting spider on my car window! It crawled all over my car and I was so freaked out about driving home in the car in case it tried to attack me while I was doing 100Kph on the freeway! I didn't want to die just because some spider tried to best me. May and Alvin heard my squeals and in the end, we drove my car into the censor-light's path and spent 10 minutes looking for the spider. Alvin saw it go into the panel next to my car wheel. The 3 girls tried kicking the wheel and in the end, I took Dennis home with me because if the spider appeared, at least he would viciously kill it with Ethics in Business. Or, the spider would eat the book. But that was not likely. I tried to weigh to moral value of equally endangering my man, but the assurance that there was a gap between the panel it entered and the interior of my car told me that my conscience should be thoroughly ignored.

Daryl prayed over the car with anointing oil and I declared that the spider would be removed while the car was stationary and that I would see victory in my enemy's massacre. The ride home was stiff, and when Dennis reached to close the boot of my car when we got home, he felt something FURRY on his hand! He FLICKED, and it landed on the floor, whereby my hero proceeded to viciously squelch the spider with his slipper. Twice. Juicily.

So in the end, using all the aforesaid ingredients for faith lesson 23474, I learnt that even though the journey may be scary, God works all things out for the good of those who love him. And he makes good heros. I like.

Lacy brown

Over the weekend, we bought some nice stuff. It makes me happy. I think its the best purchase that we've made in a very long time. Spending on her feels ssssoooooo good. And its a first.

But not the last. I got more ideas for the future too. =)

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Things have been really crazy lately and I haven't had much time to spend with her. She has been patient and helpful. She helped me to pack my room and all my stuff into boxes. She remembers exactly where everything was placed. She stays up till 3+am with me. She helped me to refine my reflections paper. She corrects all the english errors. She drives me around. She is conscious of whether I'm tired or sleepy or both. She prepares breakfast. She gives me kisses and PDAs with me.

Sometimes she says that she hasn't done much and she hasn't done many things for me. Liar.

She has been simply the bestest thing in the world.

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My baby sits on the bed with morning hair.

*melt*

The Quiet World

In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
the government has decided to allot
each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it
to my ear without saying hello.
In the restaurant I point
at chicken noodle soup. I am
adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long
distance lover and proudly say
I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn’t respond, I know
she’s used up all her words
so I slowly whisper I love you,
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
- Jeffrey McDaniel

suspenders

[sare] captain huggypants! says:

babyyyyy

♫ Quiet says:

baby! im having my fat soggy noodles

[sare] captain huggypants! says:

I'm captain huggypants!

♫ Quiet says:

so nice.

♫ Quiet says:

i love captain huggypants.

[sare] captain huggypants! says:

AHAHHAAHA

[sare] captain huggypants! says:

wth.

You keep me in suspenders, dear.

Sorry

I drive home, tired, with an empty seat next to me.
I imagine you, with your straight spine in it.
In your slim frame, with your badly cut hair (by me)
and you wonder-filled eyes.
In the 20 minutes of silence, I think of 20 things to say to you.
But by the time I get you on the phone,
I can never remember what they are.
Vaguely, they were about growing old, loving life and my humanity.
9 months in, and my mind is still wiped clean when I hear you on the phone.
Your voice is the only frequency I look for in my daily noise.
I fall asleep at night in your shirts,
Dreaming of the time that our worlds will fuse into one.

The problem

I love it when I make things all better. I secretly relish the times when she is feeling down and I make her feel better. I like being part of the solution. I enjoy making her day. I try to keep upbeat when there is a problem just so I can cheer her up.

Reality check: I am the problem.

So.

Not so great after all.