bertrande

Promised Him I'd do it but have been procrastinating until now because of inertia.

Thursday 2 February turned out to be a very eventful day, although it certainly didn't begin as such. I was happily sitting at my desk preparing to go for my dad's company dinner when my mobile rang at 6.30pm. I picked up the phone to my sister's frantic voice, asking me where I was and whether I could leave the office. Turned out that the tank had broken down and they were stuck near NUS on the way to Pasir Ris Bus Interchange (my brother had to report by 7.30pm)and my mum wanted me chauffeur him to to his reporting place. This was his first time booking in after BMT so my mum was very anxious that he not be late.

Anyway, I quickly packed up and drove off. Along the way I encountered things like 1) the usual evening jam and 2) a total re-working of the road along Keppel such that I could no longer get directly onto the AYE but was forced to make a quick left swerve to Pasir Panjang. It was a nightmare, to say the least and it was made worse by the incessant phone calls I was receiving, from mum, dad, sis and mum again. Each calling every 5 mins to check where I was.

I arrived at the scene of breakdown at about 6.50pm, picked up the brother and was off, this time battling the evening jam on the AYE/ECP. Traffic was crawling. It really looked as if I wasn't going to make it.

I said a prayer. A very desperate prayer. I was trying to navigate the horrible peak hour traffic and talking to God at the same time. I told Him to please get my brother there on time and I said I'd give a testimony if it happened. He said "oh yeah?". *gulp* That still small voice has a way of getting at you sometimes.

But thank God, the traffic though slow never came to a standstill. I managed to dropped my brother off at 7.22pm. Praise God!

As an aside, because I was in full battle-traffic mode, I was sitting particularly hunched up throughout the ride, with hands very firmly on the steering wheel and eyes fixed on the roads. My sister remarked later when the mood had considerably lightened following the successful mission "you know what you looked like when you were driving?" Me: "what?" Sis: "A erm...very daring turtle". Hmph.

I don't usually blog so early in the morning so when I do, it means something big happened. It's been a horrid morning thus far. Just as I was about to walk out of the house, my maid informed me that the lining of my Edmundser skirt had tore. Nevermind, I told myself - nobody can see anyway and I certainly don't feel any worse.

I stepped into my car at 8.08am this morning. Yes, about three minutes later than usual but still. Traffic along Keppel was nothing short of horrid with tons of lousy female drivers and very slow, old, ah peks hogging the road. Patience, I told myself. It's ok if I pay 50 cents more..really. So I drove rather leisurely, turned onto Keppel Road and then entered the gantry near M Hotel. Horror of horrors, my cashcard machine emitted a low red light and a strange, very unwelcome sound. !(@*(#*&$_%#(. So from $2.00, I will have to pay $12.50 for my ERP today. Bah.

You know how car park lots usually have the stopper at the end to prevent you from hitting the wall? So I usually hit the stopper first. Not today. Notwithstanding the stopper, I hit the metal plank surrounding the wall first and there's not a tiny but noticeable CHIP on the back of my car. It's probably more of a paint scratch than a dent but I was too late and too harried to really examine it. Not with the construction workers milling around. BAH...

And just 5 minutes ago, I came back from the pantry with my water and promptly spilled it all over my papers. Grabbed the piece of tissue lying on my table and coconut flakes from the kueh I ate yesterday rained down on said paper and by now wet table.

HELP!!!!

"<i>Oh what I would do to have
The kind of faith it takes
To climb out of this boat I'm in
Onto the crashing waves

To step out of my comfort zone
Into the realm of the unknown where Jesus is
And He's holding out His hand

But the waves are calling out my name
And they laugh at me
Reminding me of all the times
I've tried before and failed
The waves they keep on telling me
Time and time again. 'Boy, you'll never win!'
'You'll never win!'

Chorus:
But the voice of truth tells me a different story
The voice of truth says, 'Do not be afraid!'
The voice of truth says, 'This is for My glory'
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth"

My iPod's earphones have a great affinity for getting stuck in my ears. The black covers, that is. It's very irritating having to fish for them when they're lodged in my ears. Bleah.

My brother who's watching football downstairs keeps howling intermittently. It's rather amusing sitting up here hearing the "OOOUUuUWWWWWW"s. I gather that Man Utd's in the lead as he isn't shouting and cursing (yet). Hee.

1 John is fascinating. Really. So rich in detail and texture, I just wanna learn more, more and more. It's been a long time since I've been so excited. Will record my thoughts after I've actually sorted them out.

Phish Food (this Ben & Jerry's flavour) is VERY NICE. Everyone should try it. It's chocolate ice cream with marshmallow and fish-shaped chocolate chips. Try not to look at its nutritional breakdown though. Maybe just look at it after you've finished the tub. I hope you have a strong heart.

I think I'll go eat more Phish Food now. muahahhaa.