the four right chords can make me cry

buttercup, do you realise that the cake we had yesterday was called "peanut butter cup"?

haha, stayovers are always fun, and a great way to usher in the new year, unostentatiously.

church "shareholder meetings" at 8:30am the next day, on the other hand, though not as fun, are really important. i have more questions than answers.

but i'm so thankful for tianen and nick and late night post-run suppers. brothers, respeck. conversation topics are P&C, not supposed to wash dirty linen in public afterall, but i felt so edified. there is hope.

i can't tell if i was impassioned or just had too much ice. but in any case, i still wish we had prayed before i went home. i nominate them for gentlemen of the year award for walking me back and waiting till someone opened the door for me.

as i left the house to meet tianen today, something about the house across the street seemed different. It slowly dawned upon me that they had completely removed the bushes that were growing there, and only when i saw an unusual number of trash bags on the side of the road. In passing, I gaped. Because for years I had been wanting to pluck some of those really pretty leaves and keep them, but always walked on by, thinking it would look silly to do it, or that i was too tired, and that they would always be there. not this year.

stumps.

i think i was too harsh on her. i didn't think it'd affect her, the same words seem to return to me hollow like an echo every other week. but i realised and remembered that i was dealing with a 15 year old kid, who despite apparent laziness and a short attention span, is still growing, and very fragile. to easily, i forget.

should old acquaintance be forgot
and never brought to mind
should old acquaintance be forgot
and auld lang syne

Happy New Year!

posted by beckyboo @ 2:35 AM