was walking from the mrt to the interchange after meeting awesome 5ofus, loved having jukie back and hearing all the girlish laughters and reminiscing about volcanic eruptions with misplaced limbs haha.

and the faint strains of music playing drifted past my ears. and i dont know how it gets better than this. You take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless. And i dont know why but with you i'd dance, in a storm in my best dress, fearless.

and suddenly it felt as though i was starring in my own music video, like everyone else around me just blurs and in the hustle and bustle of all the activities, i'm just gliding through in fluid motion as the music plays on in the background. haha haven't you ever felt like that?

then i just thought of brooke fraser's love is waiting again haha. feels like there's a theme song to every year of growing up. this gives me license to chuckle at the bygone days of j1 where grace proudly declared over you by daughtry as my anthem HAHA.

what would have been really scary would be if i was the sole director of my music video where i have nought a clue as to how life is like. but here's the most reassuring part, that God's my Director, He's my Producer, the soundman, the gaffer, every single role rolled into one. And guess what He writes the best stories, if the actors would just listen to his directions :) cause He is the scriptwriter after all. :) sometimes the actors/actresses get befuddled in all the cacophony of sounds and we lose sight, or perfunctorily tune out His voice, but He never gives up on us.(: