"Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose trust is the Lord. He is like a tree planted by water, that sends out its roots by the stream, and does not fear when heat comes, for its leaves remain green, and is not anxious in the year of drought, for it does not cease to bear fruit."

Jeremiah 17:8,9

Green things. Purple specs. Cool Weather. Weekends. Distractions. Penguins. Butter Waflns. Google. Dictionary.com. Wiki. Smooth vocals.Prata suppers. Teh tarik. Fort Canning park. Dogs. Trees.Swimming. Sun.Sand.Sea. Hills. Montreal. Nooos. Choirs. Passerine birds. Cells.





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funny how you yearn for personal space... time to yourself when you're bogged down with work, and yet feel dissatisfied when you're given (almost) absolute liberty to do things you always wanted to do. you're free, but you don't feel like moving. the inertia's too strong. you want to go places, sign yourself up for courses, meet people. but what do you end up doing? the first chance you get, you plonk yourself down at the computer, check your mail, click around and blog about your sorry state...!

what happened to the motivation??