Monday, May 28, 2007
Loss and Hope
No doubt it's been a terribly heart-wrenching weekend. But throughout the whole process, something called Love brings people together, without word, without prompt. Something called Love has been present, it's omnipotent presence, is rather comforting. Love has been so evident lately, leaving its fingerprints all over the place, all over people, all over her Loved ones.
I believe this is God at work. :)
I've been missing out on the latest happenings. And I badly want my literature essay back. I foresee an A+.
Upcoming happenings are well, upcoming. I am frankly not prepared.
Time is not meant for us to tamper with, so no matter how badly I yearn for a Time Machine, it would never come to satisfy.
Speaking of which, (here I run off to other places) OK NEVERMIND, I forgot what I wanted to say. Think I'll spend my day staying at home reading books and such. Such is the mundane lifestyle of Denise Cheong. My eyes just lingered over my Badminton racket. As much as I am craving for some smashes, backstrokes, and the joy of tipping the shuttlecock just over the net with such glory, precision and skill; seeing your opponent standing cemented to the ground overwhelmed in shame and sad realisation that he is, obviously, nothing compared to Denise Cheong - the Mighty Goddess of Badminton. I like to call myself, an unsung warrior in the Singapore Badminton arena, highly and painfully unrecognised. Such is the sad life of Denise Cheong.
BUT THEN AGAIN, LIFE IS GOOD. AND GOD IS GOOD. SO here I go, toodles!
tried to hunch; 2:56 PM