My sense of humor is still in tact. Thank You Lord.

You know, I love Jay Chou's songs. But it wasnt until yesterday that I realised whoah, this song's pretty decent, I like it.
Until JL told me, he listens to it all the time in his car, and my sister? She actually started listening to it LAST YEAR and can sing to the entire song (in perfect mandarin and perfect dont-forget-the-lyrics).

So I am the slow.

I love the weather today, perfect, makes one very cheery and lighthearted. More satisfying than the horror of realising I really have to skip tennis today. I've learnt to be less ignorant and to take good care of myself.

God perfects my family. Guess what Mom and sis told me over lunch? That once I get all well, they will hold a feast for celebration. Which reminds me why porridge (no marmite, cannot eat marmite) and tasteless vegetarian meat still taste so yummy. Because of love.

Is my face still swollen? Yes.. eyes much better but it has since, migrated to my checks as well, proving a challenge to even finish food.
Haha. Discussion with my sister whether it's worst not being able to see, or not being able to eat, we both chose the latter. Sight is the precious...... although thankfully all that I am seeing is not going to happen permanently. Hallelujah.
Goes to show how important every part of our God-given organ is.

I am growing roots, stronger spritually and to be this close to God, I know I am rising like never before : )))

Friends are supposed to come over on Friday because I managed to borrow Guitar Heroes from my cousin who got so oh-sick of World Tour. I cannot help but add that when I was 11 and really into roller blading, I borrowed a pair from him and never did return it since.
The pair of blades became mine.

Sets one thinking the kind of inconsiderate schmuck in me, I better return this on time.
But hopefully also, when I get really sick of it (!!!)

So speaking of Friday and pals who also want to mj, I am thinking of doing a postpone with my current horrific state.

No, I'm not comfortable meeting them.
I dont even check out my reflection at the mirror anymore.

I do unknowingly catch the reflect from my laptop (when it is black and the LCD I have to stare)and I scare myself(!!)
But then I look so funny, I cannot help but laugh.

I do not even look like myself.

Maxwell Hum Chim Peng?
Ya, very close to that. I have no answer however, to whether I'm a salty or a sweet one.