Care deeply. Speak kindly. Give freely.

Live simply. Love generously.

Okayyy.. So it wasn inevitable. Arbitrarily, I chose to eat a lot and freely succumb to monthly Fitness First donations. Then what happened? Like a bomb waiting to explode, my trip to Shanghai was an unfortunate catalyst to what would have happened eventually.

I remember how I used put both hands between my thighs and still have space for two more. In high school, Susie told me that perfect legs apparently have three holes ?between the thighs, above the calves and below. Back then, that was absolute nonsense to me: I hated the hole. God, WHY do I have this space in between?! I can see through them!

My wish has come true. I now realize how un?it is to feel my thighs rub together every step I take. Gee.. thigh burns ..

How many more times..

..Will I nearly run down law un-abiding peds

Before I learn that I am also one on foot

..Will I wave my hand at those who misunderstood my driving

To know that it was unnecessary of me to follow suit

..Will I hurry up the tram because I late

To realize those coming down are doing the same

..Will I scream on the inside at people shuffling along slowly

And forget that their feet may be in pain

..Will I shift from foot to foot

Before I am convinced the checkout person is not deliberately inefficient

..Will I erect a defensive wall

To see that people are not out to get me

How many more times do these have to happen

So that I will remember to put myself in other people shoes

..Will I hurt others

Before I accept that everyone is trying their best

..Will I shake my head in disgust

Until I learn to live beyond myself

..Will I stay the same

To the day I truly acknowledge that it is not about me alone

To the persons I pushed out of my way when I was running

To the cars I trailed like a shadow which were preventing me from speeding

To those who have served my grumpy face because I had a bad day

Especially to the innocent ones within the unfortunately close proximity to endure my wrath

I am sorry.

Piece of Jigsaw

Remember my bed story? Lol.. I'm sorry I left off like that. Turns out a few days after, a girl rang and wanted to buy it so desperately. She was so happy that she even paid me to deliver and said she was going to paint it fire engine red with her housemate. I never thought of it that way.

When I first moved into my apartment, we needed to get an extra parking space to accommodate our cars, so I rang this lady who advertised to rent hers out for $130 a week. She was the only one, and apparently there was high demand. So I confirmed and she said that she'll reserve it for me. Few days later, when I went to pay the deposit, she'd already leased her spot to another girl, who Apparently sounded and looked just like me, based on her imagination of what I'm supposed to be. How psychic! hh, I sold it to another girl. So it wasn't you? (DUH).. A chinese girl came and I sold it to her.?ut I thought you were reserving it for me??/FONT> ell, you all sound the same, and I thought that was you.. Many people call, it's difficult for me to know who is who..?/FONT> I told her my name is Bee!  How many bees are there??

That was that. Until I saw another ad a week later. This time, the seller was wayyy better, at least she was polite and guess what? The deal is better too! I got a car space near the door (Ok, I'm lazy. The nearer the better *Huahuahua*), and for $125 ?that's $5 cheaper a week! HEE HEE HEE!

So, I went for Miss Saigon with my buddies right? Obviously it was difficult to get parking. After rounding a few times, I spotted one *Hooray!* and made an immediate U-turn *It's mine, it's MINE! MUAHAH!* But despite my super (duper) driving skills, someone got to it milliseconds before me *GAH!!*  .. Life's like that huh.. Pissing . Yet, barely later, I found one, much nearer and easier to park into..

So why am I telling these three accounts? They are similarly tragic at first.. Not life threatening, but still.. I asked, Lord why?

Why is life so pissing? In the end, somehow.. I got even BETTER than what I have asked for. From the bed story, it's made me realize that it's not always about me. Yea, I definitely got cranky and rang Max up just so I could yell about how I was going to kill all the Ah Chars.. (Sorry Maxie!  *ulp*) But to tolerate what now seems to be such a small hiccup, so it could be sold to someone who was really in need of it, is a bigger picture than I would have imagined.

I suppose God has His reasons for the way things work out. Maybe it wasn't meant to be mine ?an appreciative seller, maybe it was meant for someone else ?an appreciative buyer, maybe God has something better but I was too impatient, maybe it just wasn't meant to be, who knows? If I did then I can be God.

Looking back, my prayers aren't always answered, and now I thank God they weren't. And those that were, there wasn't a time that He answered too late, or too soon. They were always perfect timing. What can I say? These aren't huge stories. But they're still my little testimonies that God always provides, even in the smallest of things :