Counting blessings..

I have been told over more than 2 occasions over the past 2 weeks, that I should be a contented person, and to be thankful of the now.

Count my blessing, be careful of my karmic returns, all-round random act of kindness.

I'm still trying to breath right. Wednesday scare, Thursday panic. I just don't understand why life has to jump out at me at every corner, at every bump, at every long straights, at every "ting" of the lift, at every screech of the velcro on my favourite Crumpler despatch bag. Sigh...

And with counting blessing, means having your sister on MSN Messenger while you are at work. Counting blessing means, I have Jerri on MSN Messenger. My twin sister, with 8 years difference. We've shared birthday cakes for as long as we could remember. Even after she got married. With counting blessing means, I can MSN-Mess her and ask, "eh, what did mommy used to say that velcro thing was?" Hahahhahahah!!!