Size Seven Shoes

Hello there folks. Just dropping you a note to let you know that I have, well, moved over to Wordpress. Haha. Story goes that Deric, my husband, bought me a domain name for my birthday. Hence, I have my very own decent space on the Web now and Size Seven Shoes will now be put to rest quite permanently. No tears here though, as this has been a very confused and conflicted blog with no clear identity. Here's to hoping for better posts and thoughts to share at my new home on the Web. And of course, you're most welcome to visit. Do click here .

Just learned a new term today, which was mostly by accident. Plot bunnies ! Now I know what those restless, mind-gnawing thoughts in the odd hours of the day are called. Hehe. Think I might have found a plot bunny of my very own to adopt. But well, we'll see. Pets are not an easy responsibility to take one. Care to pick one for yourself too?

Sometimes I feel as if I haven't grown up yet. The feeling that some random day I'll wake up in the morning only to find myself back in my parent's home; my dog Hans standing at the side of my bed nuzzling me to wake up. And my grandmother would not yet have died. The distance between my sister and I would not yet have grown. I would not have to worry about keeping a job yet; in fact, I would not yet have graduated. God's presence would be so close to me, and I would feel weightless, like I needn't worry about my life before me. My heart would not yet have been broken, and I would not care for a boyfriend yet, because life was often fine without one. People I know from childhood would not have left for other places on the pretext of seeking better things. Friends would not have migrated yet, and would still meet with me and speak to me often. I would find solace in poems and music, and feel no guilt, no regrets. And I could still journal, and prete...

Life is like a colourful jar of jelly beans.  Every day carries a different flavour, a unique experience to add to your overall taste of life. But the flavours are what make life interesting, and worth living.  Daily experiences also often leave us with plenty to chew on afterwards. What would life be without having stuff to ponder over, after all? God gives us brains for us to use them, I believe.  And regardless of what jelly bean flavour you and I may be encountering on any given day, there's always a sweetness that shines through all of life: the dependable, constant presence of God that makes everything meaningful and worthwhile.  So ends my brief analogy. I hope that the next time you pick up a jelly bean you'll be thinking about how precious your life is and feel comforted in knowing there's a purpose to it and a God behind it all.

  Here I am, sitting on the balcony on the eleventh floor, fighting to reclaim something I believe I might have lost on the way here.  It has been awhile since I've blogged, but that is quite trivial when compared to the fact that I have not written anything worthwhile in ages. You do not need to blog to produce something revolutionary. You just merely need to put your thoughts on paper... or, in some cases, on the screen. What matters is you get those ideas out, and then perhaps, some magic might happen.  Things have been nothing short of magical for me over the past year or so, and particularly since I recently got married - a fairytale that most young girls dream of for more than half their lives.  But that for me is not enough to satisfy. There are things, buried within the depths of my soul, which require excavating and pondering over. I do not speak of even the profound things like what does my life amount to or what legacy do I hope to leave b...