Okay, the dempsey road guy wants me to do a correction, it's dempsey hill, not dempsey road :D

And the example given: what's the difference between bukit timah hill and bukit timah road? And mount everest and everest road? Seriously, I don't even remember climbing up some dempsey hill...I don't remember I had a problem breathing with the change in altitude.

It's nice, yet scary, to know that there're one thousand and one silent readers out there who patronise my blog. Then suddenly when things crop up and I mention them in my blog, the next day they'll come up to me and say "hey are you ok?"

But trust me, I really love them for their care and concern. When I feel as if I fell into a pit of cow dung, I see people throwing a rope down for me.

The house is unusually quiet and will be for the coming days. Mummy and Yonghui are happily at Batam for grandpa's birthday celebration. I've always followed my mum to Batam till I was 17 years old, it's just so sad that I no longer can do so. Now the baton is passed to small Foo. Oh my, I miss my maternal cousins :(

I had a scary day today. For the entire morning I was uncontactable, and I couldn't wake up without my handphone alarm. Till afternoon I realised there were actually people looking for me frantically. Heh, I rather not have the attention. Cos whenever something like that crops up, YI DING BU SHI HAO SHI.

I think there's a problem with me nowadays. I know something's wrong deep inside, but I just go on living my days as if I'm prefectly ok and numbed.

And I just know that certain things can only be set right with Abba Father, but it seems that I can't seem to communicate with Him nowadays. I either go to Him to pick a fight or a quarrel, or to complain about the sucky week, or to tell Him that I cannot make it.

Till the day when I decide to calm down and listen to Him talk to me, I'll be a wandering spirit hoping to look for comfort and solace elsewhere, at the wrong places.

I know, I'm escaping.