=)

But as for me,
I watch in hope for the Lord,
I wait for God my Savior;
my God will hear me.

~ Micah 7:7

Somewhere,
Somehow...

Fireflies.

Invariably, I'd laugh whenever this reaches my ears.

'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs
From ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance

For those days when you want some easy listening and a song to bop your head to. =)

Owl City - Fireflies
You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep

'Cause they'd fill the open air
And leave teardrops everywhere
You'd think me rude
But I would just stand and stare

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems

'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs
From ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance

A foxtrot above my head
A sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems

When I fall asleep
Leave my door open just a crack
'Cause I feel like such an insomniac
Why do I tire of counting sheep?
When I'm far too tired to fall asleep

To ten million fireflies
I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes
I got misty eyes as they said farewell

But I'll know where several are
If my dreams get real bizarre
'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep

Because my dreams are bursting at the seams
Eyeballing the lyrics alone doesn't do justice to the adorable tune, albeit its morose theme.

Give it a go, will you? =)

Hey, Buddy!

Something to woof about! =)

Daily deal sites have delivered plenty of shoes to bargain-hunting shoppers, but last week, one of them gave a deserving dog a few new boots.

Pirelli, a 7-month-old golden retriever / Labrador mix, was born without his back left paw and has had to wear prosthetic boots that help him walk.

As a growing dog, Pirelli will continue needing new boots, so the adorable pup, who trains with non-profit organization Canine Assistants, got a little help thanks to Groupon and the site’s Grassroots campaign.

Last week, the site offered a deal in which users could donate $10 to Pirelli and Canine Assistants. The donations would be matched up to $25,000.

Over 340 “deals” were purchased, leading to a total donation of over $3,500 for Pirelli’s prosthetic.

The eventual goal is to give Pirelli a surgically-implanted prosthesis. He is a candidate for the procedure, but he will continue to need care for the rest of his life.

Pirelli is currently training to be the spokesdog for Canine Assistants, which trains and provides service dogs for people with disabilities or other special needs. As the spokesdog for the organization, he will visit schools and help teach children about disabilities.

:))

For the smiles
That You bring
Into my life.
=)

A Learning Point.

"What?!"

With brows raised, that was enunciated as I learnt that Hypnosis was parallel to Qigong. Who'd have guessed?

Now I know why the notion of Hypnosis as therapy has always evoked apprehension and squirms within.

Qigong has Taoist elements and hence, is not in line with Christianity. Thus, Hypnosis falls in that category by proxy.

If you're not a Christian, you may be intrigued by a hybrid that has emerged, that of Hypno-Qigong.

Have you learnt something new too?

Paper Cuts.

If I get it all down on paper,
It's no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to.

~ Breathe (2AM), Anna Nalick

The Nigh.

Is He... You?

Are You... Him?

He is, isn't he?

You are, aren't you?

Strangely So.

"My lover is like a gazelle or a young stag.

Look! There he stands behind our wall,
gazing through the windows,
peering through the lattice.

My lover spoke and said to me,

“Arise, my darling,
my beautiful one,
and come with me.

[Song of Solomon 2:9-10]

Lifesaver.

Dear God,

I've stayed away,

Kept quiet,

Remained stationary,

Sat on my hands,

And quivered.

I've learnt to box things up so much that sometimes I convince myself.

Mich died at 26.

Events over the last 7 years have failed to register in her memory.

Keeping mum hasn't worked;

Neither has staving off the proximity.

It's strange, isn't it?

Students from the past thank me for effecting a positive change in their lives. For some, they are grateful that I'd stepped in and transformed them from hopeless wrecks to diligent students in junior colleges & polytechnics. Affirmation of these are verbalised long after these youths are out of my jurisdiction, many of whom are already in their early twenties.

"Thank you, Ms Teo. Without you, my life would have been very different."

"I would never have made it to poly if not for you. My secondary school teachers didn't even care about me, but you did. Even though you no longer taught me after primary school."

Yet,

Yet....

Mich cannot save Mich.

Good job, Irony.

Take a bow.

I.

I will.

Drivel.

Too much,
Too little.

Quatrième

Gone are the days, Mich.

Gone, and they won't be back anytime soon.

All you have are the memories,

Some of which are beginning to be hazy.

Perhaps there'll be a day

When they'll be nothing but a blur of events.

Home.

I've been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you.
Each one a line or two,
"I'm fine, Baby.
How are you?"Home is where the heart is.

Ambivalence.

The laughter together
Is worth
The tears alone.

Her Eyes Tell A Different Story.

抹不掉过往的亲密
心还留在原地

Clashes and Dashes.

Of ideas,

Of visions,

Of styles.

If one is afraid to take a dip, one will remain in a state of inertia and wonder why one is going nowhere.

I'm not talking about fireworks but surely we can try to light a match?

As you can tell, I am immensely frustrated.

My personality makeup is such that it dictates only perfection, or to the best of my ability at the very least.

To be shackled as a result of mediocrity by choice evokes ire within.

Why make a conscious choice to be average when you can be brilliant, if only you would just try, especially so when it consequentially impacts others?

Silence oscillates and manages to stave off an otherwise explosive resultant.

Self-implosion, on the other hand, is fast gaining momentum.