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We all know sleep is awesome. But we would never know that if we didn't wake up after. In a way, we need one to appreciate the other. So as much as I love sleep, I'm glad to wake up. Because that's the only way I'll know how truly good sleep is :)

"Similarly, I also think of Wes Anderson’s Fantastic Mr. Fox. The situation may be more fantastical than in Win Win—these are walking, talking animals, after all—but it’s still the marriage between Mr. Fox (George Clooney) and Mrs. Fox (Meryl Streep) that grounds the story, giving it a maturity often lacking in children’s animated films. Mrs. Fox is the deep breath to Mr. Fox’s over-caffeinated enthusiasm. She slows him down. She helps him see where he’s gone wrong. And, most importantly, she helps him grow and take responsibility for his actions. It’s in this sense that Fantastic Mr. Fox develops a recurring theme of Anderson’s—namely, that commitment can be a catalyst for maturity, a bridge from childhood into true adulthood." From Relevant magazine's article on marriage in movies (relm.ag/wev3uzo).

A good rare chat with Ian from his month away in Michigan, ie a 13 hour time difference from Singapore,  time with church friends, and a cool night walk home. Mm mm. Good day. -- Journal entry // 9 November 2008 // 2007hrs I want to be like the woman with the Alabaster jar who abandoned herself. Totally. Didn't care what others thought. Just Jesus was her world. She beheld Him in her eyes. She only had eyes for Him. She gazed upon Him. Undistracted, nothing and no one else (opinions) mattered. She fixed her eyes on her one and only, and she did what she was compelled to do — she bowed down and washed His feet with her hair, her crown, her pride — all in total abandonment, with Jesus as her world, as the apple of her eye. That's how much she loved Jesus. She was completely absorbed in Him. She couldn't take her "eyes" off Him. How? It was a choice. She did not care what they thought. It did not matter that they were religious people who knew the law...

We are called to be pure. Purification required blood. Purification requires sacrifice. What are we willing to sacrifice, for purity? Thoughts from Hebrews 10.

I love that I love music. That as I sit in the train with earphones plugged in, I can tap my feet according to the beat. And not just at every '2' and '4' beat like clapping, but to a certain extent like I'm drumming (on a drum with only two parts lols). It's fun! It's a good gift. Well all gifts are good. But I particularly like this one :) Thank You!

I need to learn to not just regurgitate, but to think. So my thoughts go through, well, not so much 4 stomachs like cows, but more thought-processes. That things are critically thought of and not just... bleah-ed out! To know that I should have an opinion, and that my opinion matters. On a side note, while trying to find funny pictures of cows, I found a pretty bookshelf instead. Might make a pretty unique feature in a house with plain walls. Like, instead of some painting, put a few of those instead. Though if your books were of different colours it might end up messy. Hm. And while I digress, Blogger has gone prettier too. Aww, so proud of your change, blogger. You have progessed. Haha. Yups still chewin' on my thoughts. Which makes me think of Singapore's very own Chew on it.  Ohhhh, nevermind! :)