God has his ways of sending me angels to keep me floating.

Two words: Thank you.

It made all the difference.

Don’t look at the emotions, assess the situation properly.

Lala-land is a good place to be!

Remember the scene from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, when it was their last memory together and he was so scared and trying so hard to cling on to it?

Don’t fight it. Just enjoy it.

Just enjoy it.

Angels – you are. Always have been, actually. Thank you.

I am sitting in the toilet- for fear my incessant typing will wake my auntie who is sleeping in the next room – using the free internet (yes, COME HERE – I reccomend this hotel!) -cleared my emails – hoovered over facebook to get my deprived fix of cyber world contact (yes, my love-hate relationship with it, i mean I love face to face contact, but without cybworld, I won’t know EVER, Abby cut her hair or that the whole gang went to gooble up chilli crab and what not, or what Merv says(since he never wants skype), or what Dajie had to say etc) - and finally cleared my inbox after 4 hours.

3 weeks of non-cyb”world” contact – but 2 weeks (in Taize) of the real world: blue skies, rocky roads, fields of sunflowers, regular taize prayers, amazing people, but most importantly, the undescribable company I got in silence: that of God’s. Taize was an invitation, a dance, and a relationship. More later!

Just travelled London with my parents and aunty – now in Barcelona – going to MOnserrat and Sagrada tomorrow! And Las Ramblas etc.

“We are bringing the rain with us!”
“Everytime we walk out the rain falls!”
“Ah, hahaahah – fu ah fu ah fu ah”

C	   Am	    C          Em
Be Thou my vision O lord of my heart
D            G          Am   	    G
Nought be all else to me, save Thou art
Am           C           Am        G
Thou my best thought, by day or by night
C         Am            D           C
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

C	   Am	    C          Em
Be Thou my wisdom and Thou my true word
D            G          Am   	    G
I ever with Thee, Thou with me, Lord
Am           C           Am        G
Thou my great Father and I Thy true son;
C         Am            D           C
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

C	   Am	    C          Em
Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise
D            G          Am   	    G
Thou mine inheritance now and always
Am           C           Am        G
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart
C         Am            D           C
High King of heaven, my treasure Thou art.

C	   Am	    C          Em
High King of heaven, thy victory one,
D            G            Am   	           G
May I reach heaven's joys, O bright heaven's Sun!
Am           C           Am        G
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
C         Am         D           C
Still be my vision ( O Ruler of all)

Especially since I passed the lady he was playing with in Paris =)

I love this song – love the vibe, love the spirit – free, free-styling-free.

=)

Its a lovely day – especially since I spent the whole WHOLE WHOLE morning with Chloe in Kenilworth – WE FINALLY WENT THERE =) Walked and busked in sun and grass and market-spirit =) What’s best? We scoured Kenilworth for the TIME FOR TEA place – found it – ordered super alot of things (okay, only3) but ended up STUFFED, and talked for 3.30 hours in the table and nice cosy setting. =)

Lovely day, Lovely food, even lovelier- company.

Oh did I mention – the days have been lovely – Yong Long passed us a photo book – and it almost made me tear, and Claire too I know, cos’ that little book encompassed just a little bit of what great great great times we three went through- from bug killing, toilet chats, -23989485 HTHTs, survival race to “kill each other”.. – but it was enough to remind us of that vague-great-awesome memory in its entirety. Yesterday had bible study in Claire’s room, met Miriam in the afternoon, managed to talk to Mervyn for a bit before going for instructions -> I’m just glad the crunch time is more or less over.

“All of my life. In every season, You are still God, I have a reason to sing, I have a reason to worship.”

Friedrich Nietzsche – “There are no facts, only interpretations.”

Woo hoo my politics paper is over.

Studying politics is really really really more fun than I had expected it to be =) I’m really intrigued I gladly declared my political stances so far – I believe, as I was telling Yong over the sink, that it is a GIFT to have political inclinations. Seriously, where does one get them from?

-Blog more later. Going to pack room! 8 days to next paper! =)

how s life you!

omggggggi cant wait to go home

ehhh plan exciting food places to go okay

i wanna eat
5:34pmMervyn

nothings exciting..

our daily routine of chicken rice, nasi lemak and mee siam is getting boring.
5:34pmStephanie

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
5:34pmMervyn

OH SHIT I FORGOT

U DONT HAVE THEM!

awwww !

-Amélie suddenly feels in perfect harmony with herself.
everything’s perfect: the softness of the light,
that little scent in the air, the peaceful sounds of the city .
Life seems so simple and cristal-clear that she’s swept
by this desire to help the all mankind.
-I’ll help you. We go down and there we go!
There’s the widow of the drummer of the brass band.
Hey, the horse’s lost one ear!
The husband of florist is laughing.
There’s lollipops in the shop window!
Can you smell his scent?
This man is offering melon to his clients to taste.
There, they make wonderful ice-cream!
We’re passing in front of the butcher’s.
Ham on the bone costs !
Here we’re at the cheese merchant’s .
for a Picodon d’Ardèche ! At the butcher’s,
a baby’s looking at a dog, that’s looking at the chicken.
Here you are, now we’re at the metro station.
I’ll leave you here, goodbye.

My favourite scene in Amelie. I swear that show is pretty lifechanging. I love the colours, music and how its so paradoxical – you know and don’t know at the same time. 

Hands in line

Arms close to my side

I’m fighting tides of an ocean’s undertow

And I figure I might not make it

And I’m taking empty

But seldom keeping

And the words retreat breathing histories into stories untold

And I unfold.

My hands are high

And I’m holding out, holding up

Because I figure that I just might make it

And I’m waking empty but seldom sleeping

And the words repeat breathing histories into stories untold

And I unfold.

Quality is what you see now in the corner of your eye.

Dont be surprised if you hear bells ring

They form from the sky and they sound bong, bong, bong

And I’m holding up because I figure that I just make it.

And I’m waking empty but seldom sleeping

And the words repeat breathing histories into stories untold

And I unfold.

[Jason Mraz]

I do not answer the call if
I do not know who is calling
I guess the whole point of it all is
That we never know really