Sometimes

I wonder why I still get flashbacks sometimes. Of the good old days. I guess the scars will always be there - consequences of my actions. Of what we did or didn't do. We've all been forgiven, but in our imperfect state, such things do remain to haunt us. To remind us of the need to constantly depend on Him to be able to move on, to be able to forgive ourselves and others as well. But it's just so difficult to let go sometimes. To be able to wait for our prayers to be answered, instead of impulsively striking out on our own in a vain attempt to rectify the situation. To trust God that things'll turn out just the way He planned for us. That all things will work out for our good in His time.

Can't we all just get along? Must there be so much animosity? Can't they put aside whatever differences and be friends? Why the exclusivity? Why the awkwardness?

I think I'm becoming nocturnal. Which is bad of course.

On a lighter note, here's part of the remains of TWO seafood platters (Courtesy of Shaun Tan's camera)

Blessed Belated Birthday Cheryl! Seems nowadays everyone's celebrating their birthdays at Fish & Co. But the food's not bad lah really. But then again, everything tastes good when you're famished. ;) Oh and this happens to be my 10th blog entry with blogspot. Yet another milestone. Feels good especially after losing a few hundred entries with Diary-x. Haha.