“in one particularly poignant exchange between God and Evan, God asks him when you pray and ask God for patience, does God gives you patience, or puts you in a situation where you learn patience. if someone asks for courage, does God give them courage or put them in a situation where they can become courageous? does God give you family togetherness, or does he put you in a situation where you pull together as a family?”

ahh. God. how come this word ‘God’ appeared on my blog? surprised?! me too !

guy been tellin me abt this movie – Evan Almighty. he loved the movie & its currently running on HBO.
two reasons why i recorded the show – mainly to entertain him & i got curious.

yeap, it was a good movie. love the words – they gimme perspective.

the end result matters but dont you just love the journey smt?
i love it. the journey, i mean – usually you received more den what you hope/pray for..
it might be love you are seekin but you found faith, hope & belief.
i like the idea of receiving something through hard work & determination instead of expecting it.
that’s when .. you learn to cherish it.

* guy wanted to blog abt this but i took the liberty & wrote out my tots first. Guy – your turn !
** this is ultra-funny – i realise today, my courage is written wrongly ! haha

how it used to be – created by jie – drove my mum crazy – awesome-d

rightfully. this should falls under super-creativite*my knight

idea of doing my own drawing.
of coz, my drawings sucks !
but I’m game for it.

*new idea*simple drawing*cable car*angry lee*msn icon / ballet girl / angry lee*half empty or half full cup *girl / guy

*random *all draw using free-hand, no eraser needed.

‘guy, it not my bdae today. ask the person to stop playing happy bdae’
‘okie, i go over & say – my gf got something to say to u’ ‘i will say – nice music’

*giggle

we walked over & saw the man. hey, let donate ! guy dug out 2 bucks & passes it to me. i got out my wallet & took another 2. walk over to the blind man happily & push in 4bucks into his box. look at him & gave him a smile, oh ya. he cant see me. anyway, i walk back to guy & his comments ‘i just noticed two men behind him. they are a gp, shldnt have donate’

how come? i demand. guy is one of the nicest person i know, he gave up his seats for the old, pregnant, kids & he stop his car when he see ppl in need of help kinda person.

guy view: he don’t look challenged enough. they might be a gp. ppl do pretend to be beggars but drove a bm or something.

girl view: why cant we just donate & be happy that we lend others a helpin hands, stop analyzing what goin on behind the scene & simply be happy at ur ability to help others.

mm. okie, i understand his concern & his train of tots. i’m not that naïve in believing everyone is a kind soul yet i don’t wish to go through life complexing a simple act of donating. neither one of us is wrong. Its a point of view. this is like the-glass-is-half-full or the-glass-is-half-empty theory. yet i cant help thinking, what causes the change in guy? i could tell that he used to be like me, what happen along the way? simply – it’s human doing – greed.

will i stop donating someday? no. i still like to believe in pure & simple human kindness. *smile

lets see – colour pencils / markers / sharpener / ziplock bag / ribbons / blank name cards /stickersall nicely packed.my lastest – crayons & sketchbook

my creation: whine filenew bag for my pencils etc

for him. his table.

Side A:

wrote his name & his tots.

Side B:

wrote his name & something lame titled: i am a my guy

notes 1: i been telling guy, you know wat i want? – 48 colour pencils. we went popular & he got me this – crayons & sketchbook. awesome !
notes 2: my art & craft hobby is growing.
notes 3: thank you guy for being my #1 victim.

come on.
what time izzit?
its jogging time !

this thing really grows on me. addicted is an understatement.

3 times a week. mostly it sheer determination.

set a target, 3km but i did 3.2km, yeap it only a mere 200m but it a wonderful feelin of  ‘damn-the-rule-let-push-it’ i love the feeling of controlling one’s performace & going beyond one’s limit.

joggin is one of human lonely road.. it quite a toture smts. why do i push myself so hard? yet its addictive & i’m hooked. came back from genting & i felt so restless, went jogging despite alittle running nose & i came back feelin recharged & refreshed.*my notti guy have stop jogging and its his suggestions a mth ago “girl let go joggin” i gave him a r-u-out-of-ur-mind-look? me? my bones will break. yet i the one who continue with this regime.

way to go girl ! *clap clap

nobody ‘talk’ to me regarding this entry, its more of a consolidated opinion.

what woman wants: the usual stuff we talk abt.

and a brand new criteria – slay dragons.

let define this. someone u can totally rely on. someone u noe he will save u. someone who will cross river, fight the tigers, do a few somersaults & be at ur side. both physcially & emotionally.

there’s one who fits the bill to a T – my bro.

teasingly asked:
so, the qn is – mr lee, do you slay my dragons?
his ans – you protect ur dragons, how do i slay?

oh.

so, what happen?

jie & i hear this so often. looking at my bro & us. u will be left wondering.. so, what happen? why is our bro so tall, he like 1.8m and we r only 1.52cm.

the best answer we came out with – coz we split/share everything. including height.

i’m still lookin for the peaks of being short, not much. mostly disadvantages. i cant reach the office cabinet, i am ‘over-shadow’ on mrt, i feel like a drawf sometimes.

but given a choice. yes, i will want to be short. 😉 woman, we whine abt life but we stick to what we have.