why is it that when i'm stuck at home, the sky must pian pian be so blue???
i've been lookinn out the window, all thanks to the blue sky and white clouds and sunlight which falls just nicely onto the top of the tree, where some of the green leaves have turned orange.
not trying to sound whateverish, but time really passes so quickly. so, so quickly. ever since i've been back from singapore, it's been TWO months. actually, i don't even feel like i've been home at all.
not that i'm counting down to the day i can go home, because i don't even know when i'm going home.
not that i have this po bu ji dai de feeling to go home.
but i have a po bu ji dai de feeling to go on a major holiday. one that consists of sleeping under a blue, blue sky without a care in the world (though that's really impossible as long as i'm on this side of heaven).
i know this. i recognize this feeling of desiring to run away to a far, far away place.
but then someone told me about Col 3 yesterday. how servants don't necessarily enjoy what they're doing. but what're they called to do? to do everything unto God heartily, not as men-pleasers, knowing that they're serving the Lord Christ.
so i shall remember that and also think about: scones, heart butter, tea, mt cooper, prrrata, yu pian mi fen the milky kind, mummy going to church!.....and i realised that our culture is really...centred around food. but i don't mind! especially when they're deliciousssssssssssssssss.
okay byebyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.