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…on a new theme. Or at least finish the previous one properly. I may have to start the previous one from scratch again or maybe I’d just take a shortcut and edit a ready-plain theme (the perfectionist in me is screaming for the former option!)

In the mean time, I’m using my previous (modified) theme.

So much to update but I’ve been procrastinating (what’s new?) and some are not the “right time” to publish yet (for me to know, for you to find out…soon)

[Edited 25th July 1028pm - my refund has been credited back into my account. No complaints about their speedy response, that's for sure!]

Okay. So I procrastinated in sending a card out and thus I chose to order flowers online to send it to mom for her birthday. The typical cina in me thought the most “value for money” would be the potted rose plant. It looked really cute, okay? Let me show you what I mean.

I chose the pink one because it looked sweeter than the yellow.

When I got the email this morning confirming that my order has been delivered, I called mom to ask if she liked what she saw. I was even confident I’d get a happy, excited, gushy response. Instead, she went, “Oh…uhmm…next time don’t waste this kind of money okay.”

“Oh. Why? You don’t like it?”

(more…)

Not only is he chatty, he does not make fun of me when I asked about coloured contacts.

(I know! I’m such a vain pot – never experienced putting on NORMAL contacts before and wanting to jump right into aesthetic ones – but he didn’t judge me)

And he gives me realistic expectations.

He says, “BOOM!” when he put on my mock glasses to emphasize to me how different things look like when I have them on.

He remembers my phobia about sticking something into my eye (okay, he probably wrote notes down but it was nice he actually reads what he writes!)

He reminds me (a little) of MrBean when he does an impersonation of someone having no problem putting contacts on.

Thus, he has a sense of humour.

He is just 20 steps away from work.

So now I “have” my “lady doctor” and an optometrist. Who knows what’s next?

If my heart has grown cold
There Your love will unfold
As You open my eyes to the work of Your hand
When I’m blind to my way
There Your Spirit will pray
As You open my eyes to the work of Your hand
As You open my eyes to the work of Your hand

Oceans will part
Nations come
At the whisper of Your call
Hope will rise
Glory shown
In my life Your will be done

Present suffering may pass
Lord Your mercy will last
As You open my eyes to the work of Your hand
And my heart will find praise
I’ll delight in Your way
As You open my eyes to the work of Your hand
As You open my eyes to the work of Your hand

-Hillsongs United-

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Never knew the heart could be so burdened for others. Never fully understood what it is to pray for others. Never knew that truly, anything can happen. Never fully understood how it is to depend completely on prayer.

Now I do. It is AMAZING when at the end of it, you see God glorified- but oh! How nail-biting it was when you were in the middle of it, waiting for an outcome.

“Everything about you” that’s playing stirred what little memory I had of my dream last night. Just the one word.

I cried again in my dream.
It was hard – seeing someone having to give up the one thing that she has, the one thing that is hers. And yet she lets it go. How was she able to do that?

In my dream, it was a blue silk shoe. Looked like a child’s shoe – those little Chinese booties kind. It was only one. She didn’t have the pair. While we were walking down a path that looked like a shopping street (but I think it was the upper level because they were railings/glass at the side), someone caught up with us asking her to hand over the shoe. I felt that the whole thing was so unfair. She was asked to leave and while we were walking (I saw “we” were walking because I remember walking together but when things happened, I was watching from the sideline) this other person from where she was asked to leave came running to us and demanding that she handed over the shoe – which was hers! It didn’t belong to anyone else.

[It was a dream - I have no idea why the shoe was so important and why I would have such strong feelings towards her handing it over]

With a very sad, reluctant face, she slowly rummaged through her bag and the shoe appeared. She handed it over without saying anything (I think I grumbled about it at this points – about how she shouldn’t give it up and “they” had no right to take it).

That was the bit I remembered from the dream (apart from driving towards a dead end – which was a house – but the driveway was almost vertical!) that was linked to such strong emotions. Writing it down, it sounds petty and silly. Why did I feel that injustice has been done, then? It’s not fair that they want EVERY SINGLE bit that she has, that was truly hers and yet twist it as if she didn’t have a right to possess it.