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something that i really want to get off my chest is...
hmms..my beautiful encounter last night..
hahaha..i was in the lift on its way to the first floor...i was listening to hillsong's angels song..was singing it in the lift...
and when i've reached ground floor..the door slided opened...
i was just about to take my first step out of the door..with my eyes casted towards the ground..when i looked up and saw this wait-how-am-i-going-to-describe- beauty.
okies...she had this cherubic face..the first word that came into my mind when i tried to think of a word to describe her..and for ur info this word was thought of just last night when i walked away from the lift..
anw.back to the encounter..
i stepped out.looked up..and saw her...
i fixed my gaze on her eyes for a whole 3 seconds..
and 3 seconds is a very long time..
when u read one thousand two thousand three thousand..that's 3 seconds..and i think that's the longest i've ever looked into the eyes of a stranger..
seriously the longest..i also can't believe or fathom why i din glance away...
my legs din go jelly...but i din really wan to take another step until my common sense came knocking on my head asking me to just walk away..
in case anyone's wondering...i think this's a incident worth mentioning..cos cos..i've never looked at a stranger for so long before...never...
jus recalling this encounter made my hair stand...and no she's definitely not a ghost or something..
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.
James Blunt-you're beautiful
dormancy...my blog isn't..my hormones aren't..
just had my field camp..many lessons learnt..
i thank God for showing my section the way to the checkpoint..
cos i was praying profusely..
i was tired..mentally..cos of the mental stress that the point man or rather basher has to go through..
vision's totally in the dark..and torches are the only light around..
left right ahead..thick vegetation blocks the way..where would u go?
u only have this parang with u..one that bends when u cut a thick branch way too hard...
when you're carrying the signal set and running together with the section on a casavec exercise..even though u're the observer..
at one point i jus let my section mate push me along..
for 4 sec...
i thank God for the strength that He has given me throughout the whole field camp..though i was uber tired..it's Him who sustains me..
i could have given that totally-shagged-out-face-that-shows-that-people-owe-you-a-living-, which was so present in many faces that i saw..to the point that it depresses me a lil...
but i believe that in my tiredness..my face din show it and i know it's God.
talking about this matter...
when u're tired..u shouldn't show it...cos the enemy will know it..
that's what i've learnt in basketball..
when u're tired..u don't bend down and pant..cos that will show the enemy that u're already down with fatigue...
that's what i've learnt in running..
when u're tired..u don't take the easy way out and take short pants..cos that will make alot of noise and it'll tell the enemy that u're tired..and ur enemy will jus use ur loud and heavy breathing as a means of motivation to push him faster...
when u're tired..u don't put on a face like the whole world owes u a living..i think i really can't stand that...i shall add that as my no2 pet peeves..
up to a point where the section integrity isn't there..
when one's tired..he puts on a face like the whole world owes him a living...
it gets contagious..and it spreads to the next person..
how disheartening and discouraging that can be..
i think i should just be patient..
anyways..i really don't know why i had that bout of reminiscing on sat night..
while i was indulging in a plate of char kuay teow with my sis and dad and jackson kopitiam..
my mind drifted off to the char kuay teow stall at hougang ave 3..
oh wells...
something that i really want to get off my chest is...
hmms..my beautiful encounter last night..
hahaha..i was in the lift on its way to the first floor...i was listening to hillsong's angels song..was singing it in the lift...
and when i've reached ground floor..the door slided opened...
i was just about to take my first step out of the door..with my eyes casted towards the ground..when i looked up and saw this wait-how-am-i-going-to-describe- beauty.
okies...she had this cherubic face..the first word that came into my mind when i tried to think of a word to describe her..and for ur info this word was thought of just last night when i walked away from the lift..
anw.back to the encounter..
i stepped out.looked up..and saw her...
i fixed my gaze on her eyes for a whole 3 seconds..
and 3 seconds is a very long time..
when u read one thousand two thousand three thousand..that's 3 seconds..and i think that's the longest i've ever looked into the eyes of a stranger..
seriously the longest..i also can't believe or fathom why i din glance away...
my legs din go jelly...but i din really wan to take another step until my common sense came knocking on my head asking me to just walk away..
in case anyone's wondering...i think this's a incident worth mentioning..cos cos..i've never looked at a stranger for so long before...never...
jus recalling this encounter made my hair stand...and no she's definitely not a ghost or something..
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.
James Blunt-you're beautiful
dormancy...my blog isn't..my hormones aren't..
just had my field camp..many lessons learnt..
i thank God for showing my section the way to the checkpoint..
cos i was praying profusely..
i was tired..mentally..cos of the mental stress that the point man or rather basher has to go through..
vision's totally in the dark..and torches are the only light around..
left right ahead..thick vegetation blocks the way..where would u go?
u only have this parang with u..one that bends when u cut a thick branch way too hard...
when you're carrying the signal set and running together with the section on a casavec exercise..even though u're the observer..
at one point i jus let my section mate push me along..
for 4 sec...
i thank God for the strength that He has given me throughout the whole field camp..though i was uber tired..it's Him who sustains me..
i could have given that totally-shagged-out-face-that-shows-that-people-owe-you-a-living-, which was so present in many faces that i saw..to the point that it depresses me a lil...
but i believe that in my tiredness..my face din show it and i know it's God.
talking about this matter...
when u're tired..u shouldn't show it...cos the enemy will know it..
that's what i've learnt in basketball..
when u're tired..u don't bend down and pant..cos that will show the enemy that u're already down with fatigue...
that's what i've learnt in running..
when u're tired..u don't take the easy way out and take short pants..cos that will make alot of noise and it'll tell the enemy that u're tired..and ur enemy will jus use ur loud and heavy breathing as a means of motivation to push him faster...
when u're tired..u don't put on a face like the whole world owes u a living..i think i really can't stand that...i shall add that as my no2 pet peeves..
up to a point where the section integrity isn't there..
when one's tired..he puts on a face like the whole world owes him a living...
it gets contagious..and it spreads to the next person..
how disheartening and discouraging that can be..
i think i should just be patient..
anyways..i really don't know why i had that bout of reminiscing on sat night..
while i was indulging in a plate of char kuay teow with my sis and dad and jackson kopitiam..
my mind drifted off to the char kuay teow stall at hougang ave 3..
oh wells...
