Weeks past since I came back – and I haven’t really gotten any particular muse to blog. JUST YET. At least. Been caught up at work – and gosh – yah.

This is one of the MANY things that keep me alive.

Chill lax music.

Abby left yesterday.

On top of that, council day past – was awesome!, 4 weeks of work past, many dinner outings past, many nights spent at home with mama/papa past, and more exciting things are coming.

Did I mention? We spent 1 hour, jumping and creating new crazy shots at the airport.

-dadadadadada~

Flowers in the ground they wilt way
Sun in the sky it fades away
Make the funniest shapes from the cloud so grey
The breeze in the trees they blow my way

I was told my soul was old
Then can’t I understand it all
If my soul was really old
I wonder if i could change this world

Life has given my obstacles
Still I bite my tongue say it’s wonderful
I’m just glad I’m still around
I’m even more glad when things are down

Life’s too short for what if’s and plans
So let the day take you by the hand
Get your filofax we’ll go and burn them
But I’m too old for ‘damn the man’

I make a wish on a star at night
The brightest star that’s in the sky
Only to have realized
That it was just a satellite

=)))

I m back home from a crazy dinner with Clare – meeting my supervisor halfway!(smallworldyah?) And to bid to just relax and get ready for bed(yes, I’m super tired!) I decided to look up songs to play – and this came along!

It’s stuck in my head – AGAIN!

Oh, let’s get rich and buy our parents homes in the South of France
let’s get rich and give everybody nice sweaters
and teach them how to dance
let’s get rich and build our house on a mountain
making everybody look like ants
from way up there, you and I, you and I

well you might be a bit confused
and you might be a little bit bruised
but baby how we spoon like no one else
so I will help you read those books
if you will soothe my worried looks
and we will put the lonesome on the shelf

This is another awesome song by Ingrid:

Once I made a man all out of snow
He had the darkest eyes and a button nose
I told him all my sadness and my fear
And he just listened with a snowy ear

But when I came around the next day
My friend had gone and melted all away
I saw his eyes lying on the ground
I made a sound that was something like crying

Oh, one day you will go away from this
Oh, one day you will know we’re men of snow, we melt one day

And winters come, and my love, the winters go
And time stacks up in piles like winter snow
And everything you love and hold so dear
Won’t really matter when we disappear

Oh, one day you will go away from this
Oh, one day you will know we’re men of snow, we melt one day
Oh, one day you will go away from this
Oh, one day you will know we’re men of snow, we melt, you know, we’re men of snow.
We melt one day

- In typical Ingrid fashion!

oh yes – and I find this super exciting!!! =)

What to expect when you are expecting.

As you probably have guessed it, it was on a pregnancy book – but, when I read it, I was like wow – what great beauty in that statement.

I think Rannald’s favourite quote he repeated to me 3 times (yes you did Ran!) is something that goes along the lines of “if you want to make God laugh, make plans!” And funny, cos’ was just talking to Yee Chuin and she mentioned how she does not know what to expect from her new chapter – and I said I know how she’s feeling.

Cos’ somehow I do! At least in this really new period in my life as well.

So funny eh – you say you don’t know what to expect – but you are techinically, expecting something. I was thinking about it on my way back – still thinking there’s greater beauty in that lovely pun on that book cover with “swollen and filled with life” picture of a belly with baby.

What to expect when you are expecting.

It did, make me laugh =) Great pun.

though, I haven’t really figured out quite yet!

meanwhile on a funny googlead note: tough times will pass, but tough people will last. (hahahaha with Erjie)

Expectation leads to deadends, anger and unreasonable need to control.

Expectancy, on the other hand, is life-giving, exciting and allows for some form reasonability to operate.

That reasonability of thought, is perhaps – the action of love.

A decision to love.

My prayer today: Help me see things as verbs and not nouns.

The world is really different when you wake up early.

It is quiet. You can help your own foosteps – you can feel the morning breeze (not chill, its too HOT IN SINGAPORE NOW) – you can immerse in silence.

Good-day sunlight
I’d like to say how truly bright you are
You don’t know me but I know you
You’re my favorite star
Follow you I will so lets get moving

Who needs shelter when the mornings coming?
Absolutely there’s no one
Who needs shelter from the sun?
Not me, no. not anyone.

By your clock the cock rooster crows
Then off to work where everybody goes 
Slow, But eventually they get there
Picking up the day shift back where all left off
Confined and pecking at relationships 
You know it’s only a worthless piece of shit

Who needs shelter when the mornings coming?
Absolutely there’s no one
Who needs shelter from the sun?
Not me, no. not anyone.

I’d sleep it all away but the sun wont let me
I’d miss those lovely days of summer

Good-day sunlight
I’d like to say how truly bright you are
You don’t know me but I know you
You’re my favorite.

[Jason Mraz - Who Needs Shelter - amazing song!]

I just watched the advert for Sayang Sayang .

“It is called a craving. If your pregnant wife does not get what she want, the baby will salivate all his life.”

Okay, I don’t know if it is super funny, but I totally laughed out loud – not the cheesy “lol” people type into msn conversation to break lulls – it had decibels. You have to see it lahhh – it does not have the same effect typed out.

HAHAHA. I love Channel 5!

I had a lovely morning – blog later!

It would be to love you with all my human might, to spend more time with you, and to win the argument with the compounded: the Unreasonable, the Contradiction, and yet Love.

I will commit all my decades to that.

On my index, my thoughts will be for you.

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It is so hard to comprehend Love – no I am not talking about the whole boy meets girl thing – seriously, Love. The Love the most talked about man (MJ) in the past 3 weeks sings of when he belts out “Heal the World”, or those in songs about friendship and family. What is it? Why do I witness contradiction, this almost time-differentiated understanding, this pain – almost conjoined with some form of utmost love?

You, Love, make yourself incomprehensible.

You have no humanely possible rules, you have no perceived boundaries, and your pain can be looked upon as a pure expression of Yourself.

I am close to angry with You – but I stop and realise, it is because of You that I am compelled to protect, urgh. If only You were provable in Fitch.

Then again, I won’t ever want to try proving You in Fitch – I would then, lose all essence of You.

I will, think about it.

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”