I trotted off to lunch expecting a yummy king crab sandwich (despite its very unforgiving price of ten sweet bucks) and a welcomed respite from The Fish Tank (a.k.a the office) albeit one that might be filled with awkward moments. After all, one must not expect conversations to flow smoothly with friends you hardly meet.
Yet the Lord surprises me unceasingly, that perhaps I ought to cease being so.
I ended up polishing off chirashi and some lovely Japanese sticky rice that's tinged with sweetness and blended with an amazingly light matcha taste. What you see above is from Kuriya at Raffles City but I had to put that down for oomph (always acknowledge your sources; a very C.Y.A thing, yeah?) You're most welcome, The Hokkaido Sandwich & Sashimi Deli at The Sail@One Marina (where are my advertising fees now?) That's not it, of course. Well - I don't believe I have shared so much with someone I meet so little, for so long.
The Lovely Friend is struggling with her walk in the Lord and, to be honest, so am yours truly. Some part of me feels like I could not give up, yet on so many truly heart wrenching and hair tearing occasions, I genuinely almost did. So I was in no position to encourage, but it was refreshing, to know and share that we are all the same inside despite living our separate lives and not finding the time to keep in touch. Because we once travelled and spent so much time in close proximity, sharing our thoughts, our ways of lives, our habits and our walk with Him, I believe that that intensity of what we shared has stayed unconsciously with us; and when we meet again eons later, we could simply pick up where we left off. Surely that is an experience that one must admit to being blessed with?
Thank you, my Lovely Friend, for a very wonderful lunch; I want you to know that the Lord loves you, despite how it may seem. I know that I could not and can never let go of Him, because despite the numerous perceived disappointments, seemingly endless silences and drought of his perceived absence, He has delivered me through some of the darkest valleys of the shadow of death and, for that, I could never deny Him. I yearn for the day that I can lift up my hands again to the heavens and yell loudly, happily, and with every ounce of my strength and being, and heart and soul, that Jesus Christ is Lord of all and He loves me so very much; at the moment, it is head knowledge and partially heart knowledge, but I know the day will come when it will be head knowledge and fully heart manna. Till that day arrives, I will hang on and hope in Him, my sole blessed hope.
In other news, I think I actually rather like Chinatown. Had dinner there tonight; not on my own free will naturally. Had to take into account the poor pocket which is suffering from my overdose of SKII. Ever since I got addicted, the Poor Skin cries out to my soul when the bottles are drying up. So Very Thrifty Me marched down to Swanston (this perfect lil shop in the heart of Chinatown that sells 'em at a whopping 25% discount) to enlarge said hole in the pocket. Only to be told by Lady Boss with Perfect Skin that I look very tired - 'your job must be sooo stressful. Come, I recommend you this Korean brand eye gel, oh and this one too. The first one, use in the morning, and the second one, use at night. I used it for 7 years; ahh look at my skin.' I trotted off into the night, with four SKII products and three Korean (I don't even understand the wriggly instructions on the bottles) products. What of the Save Money at Swanston Campaign?
In other other news, it is 5.10am here and I am still here typing this. Man, I need to sleep before the eye cream ceases to work. !!!! Oh alright, forgive my ranting, please. It is the wee hours, they and I just don't agree.
xoxo.
claire
nb: C.Y.A. means cover your a** in legal-speak; that which I'm required to do daily.
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