i have so many things to accomplish, yet so little time.

here comes the dates...no no, not those* kinds. as in numbers, dates of the month...etc...yea those kind. i just realized that as long we're living, we can never live each day for itself. you know, can you ever not ask for the time or what day it is. live the day as it were your last. i think you could really enjoy the day as if it were your last.......ONLY if you were a billionaire or sth...i have a full load of schedules in my diary- filled with this and that for which day? i have no idea, i have to check my schedule. even worse, i have the same thing in my phone and my outlook calendar," just in case" i totally forgot one or the other. i hardly have time for " hey do you just wanna hang out"times...my answer would be " oh let me check my calendar"...i'd be so afraid that i'd have to do something more important than pampering myself or just spending time with people.



well, i was just talking to a gf( thanks nina)of mine, and i've realised that i love being who i am. i am celebrating the personality, uniqueness that God has given me and listening to Pastor Joel on the podcast, i think we are so critical of ourselves that we beat ourselves to the bone. " We should have not gone out when there's tons of clothes to be washed" or " man, i wish i could be like her, multi-tasking and all". i mean there comes a point where admiration becomes envy.

can't see those clouds of blue
moments of her life seems to fly by
hopes and dreams fall through;
riding across the plains of fear and shame
she finds comfort in the winds of change
he tells that she's not to blame
her family, her choices or herself
for all that's happen.
hold on child, for more things to come
chew on your spirit gum
and blow bubbles of dreams and innocence.