everything is just moving so fast. everyone is just moving too fast.
they forget, they forget everything.

but i don't.

The Persistence of Memory.
La Persistance de la Memoire.

Dear God, please minister to the slow-poke [me].

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sometimes we can be so blind. the people who care for us - we shove them aside, causing them to hurt in return. our blindness leads to deafness, and we can't even hear their pleas - their love-cries. we build walls. we fortify our own island. but there has to be a better way out. He said Love was All. How do we go about crashing the very walls that seemingly protect us?our skewed notions of self-preservation. sometimes we have to let go of that very mode and go forth in faith. the imperfect being in us stumbles, but our Perfector lives in and through us, so let go, let go.

***

As i was walking up the stair
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish, I wish , he'd go away.
~ Hugh Mearns

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today was total snack-a-roo day. i felt like a 5 yr-old, walking down orchard road with Old Chang-Kee nuggets on one hand and balancing a yummy candy floss on the other. i think im regressing, age-wise, and food-wise.

two days ago, four 21 year-olds babbled on n on about Spongebob and his playmates (squidward!patrick!geeeee) whilst filming for their project in Plaza Sing. they even played Monkey with the balloons meant for the project at a quiet quiet corner flung faraway in PS, keeping a constant lookout for the security guard, who in the end did manage to catch us but then we flashed our smilies to him and said our sorries.

i think it was D-enial with a big D.
21, and refusing to acknowledge that linear milestone which marks our [official/legal] transition to an adult.
either that, or perhaps we really did in fact grow far too fast in the past, and discovering only recently our emotional virginity in Him - and grateful for it.