an angel fell into my arms the other day, and i looked at it thinking, 'what the hell is this?'
the angel stood up, tall above me, and said, 'thank you. thank you for catching me.'
'no big.'
'let me help you,' the angel continued to speak, but i tuned out.
then the angel reached out, 'i thought you might need a hand with this.' it reached out to touch my chest, only then i realised it meant to touch my heart.
i stepped back to get an even measure of this creature with white wings; the angel. it was not goodlooking nor hideous, but it was certainly beautiful.
'i don't need your help,' i pushed its hand away.
'He thinks you do.'
'you can tell him i don't.' i turn to walk away.
the angel walks beside me just as the rain begins to pour. then it whips out an umbrella, no, it's white wings, over my head.
'funny, so it has other purposes.' i laugh.
'everything has a purpose,' the angel didn't laugh. 'if only people would take the time to realise what it is.'
'so what you're saying is that everything that happens to us is for a reason?'
'no, yes, maybe. i should ask Him when i see Him.'
'so what is your purpose in meeting me, and sheltering me with your wings from the rain? telling me that i need help?' i raise my voice. 'really, what is your purpose?'
'my purpose is to be with me. to help you with this.' it points to my chest again, no, my heart.
'i'm fine. you're fine. i'm fine.' i pick up my pace. the angel follows. 'would you stop following me?' i yell.
'i don't follow you, i follow what needs fixing.'
'i don't need fixing.'
'you don't. but your heart does.'
'it'll fix itself.'
'yes it will. not perfectly, but it will.'
'so.'
'so.'
'so stop following me.'
'i don't follow you, i follow what needs fixing.'
'fine. i want to be fixed. is that what you want to hear? i want to be fixed, but not right now ok?'
'i understand,' said the angel, as it stood with its wings above my head, waiting.


you can't choose the time you want to be made better, and you definitely can't choose the times when to be broken. but you can choose to be the angel to shelter those who are broken. and believe me, the world needs more angels.

this blog was relevant to a ms. valerie anne from when she was studying mass communications in a singapore polytechnic.

she was aged 16 on her first post, and 18 on her last.

she is currently a freelance emcee-er/hostess.
contact her at
valerieanne @ cheerful.com

some might call me the ultimate sagittarian; free-spirited and whatnot, but i don't believe in horoscopes.

"everything gets complicated when you think. i don't discourage thinking, it's over thinking that i'm worried about." - val


none existent.


i've moved on.

shop alot?


. make Valerie Anne are big name
. publish a book entitled "you better quote val, or else" - recommended by derek goh
. open a clip-on earrings shop
. open a cafe
. learn/speak spanish
. skydive over mauritius waters
. bungee jump from a suspension bridge
. get back into my dancing shoes
. set a world record for the longest time on a roller coaster ride
. save an endangered species
. AND prove to my mum that i'll be married before 35. HAHA.


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