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Mon, 18 Feb 2008 11:07:17 GMT

Ok, enough procrastinating.

www.paperfolder.blogspot.com

I won't be home here anymore. Except for maybe that odd flip back to read old entries over a mug of coffee. See you at the new place then.

<3

Flight

Sun, 03 Feb 2008 15:35:02 GMT

I have been elsewhere for awhile. When all's good to go I'll invite you all over for a pleasant and timely change of view (for you and me, hurrah).

Smiley faces will do for now. And the realisation of someone who is mindful of me even though I don't feel myself any greater than pebbles and grit.

Eat More (Cup) Cake

Wed, 30 Jan 2008 04:40:06 GMT

Naked cupcakes smothered in sheer chocolate frosting hanging out in the sun.

There's an overflow of cupcakes on my dining table, thanks to an industrial morning in the kitchen. They will find themselves dressed tonight, hopefully in better fashion, because crass plastic piping bags make frosting look like lumps of poo.

Baking does one well. And so does drawing, rain, vanilla ice-cream, sleeping and walking (only in fine weather). And so on and so forth.

A Time for Unrecognisable Emoticons

Wed, 23 Jan 2008 17:55:34 GMT

Public holidays should fall more often on Wednesdays or Tuesdays because that's where 3/4 of my lessons are. Tuesdays specifically so I don't have pull my elbow out of its socket during acting class warmups (or show your lack of acting chops in front of 40 strangers, whichever is worst).

So today was spent doing laundry and preparing for this Friday's sharing. And wondering how pastors do it on a regular basis.

It's going to be a long day tomorrow.

p/s: Party this Sunday.

p/s/s: Need to figure out how to raise a whopper of RM3000 by the end of February for the theatre exchange trip to London/York without having to sell an organ.

Strange Things I Do

Thu, 17 Jan 2008 16:07:54 GMT

...would include this.

Reading some works at a gallery this Saturday afternoon.

It's a Friday! I absolutely adore Fridays. No classes. No mind-numbing drives down while singing to a Hillsong United album for the ---th time.

Time to sleep in and dwell on things that matter.

And a fitting applause for electric beaters. Or mixers.

Less/More

Sun, 13 Jan 2008 16:43:44 GMT

When there is more clarity than the usual amounts, there is less to figure out. When you find yourself a better person in a new season the past is displaced. When you are at a place with less doubting and fear, you find yourself at a loss when it comes to concealing matters of the heart.

There is someone to pray for tonight. And there is nothing more I'd like to do.

(And with less to conceal, there is less word-spinning to do. I'll have to find something else to do now.)

HK Hello

Sun, 06 Jan 2008 10:36:59 GMT

Saturday, January 05, 2008

Sat, 05 Jan 2008 13:37:10 GMT

There is something about this year that is fascinating.

I don't think I've had this many conversations and moments in less than two weeks where people spoke life into me and I was given the privilege to do so as well. It is awesome.

I wish I were more coherent to place this in words, but I simply can't. Matter in my mind is moving at amazing speeds, and I've just remembered that I have a stack of pancakes to pack into the refrigerator.

Flipping through my old post titles, they sounded like fun names for songs. So I picked one out and threw something together.

We’ll Take on the World after a Cup of Coffee

When it's night we'll sleep
And count our dreams by day
When it's light it's time
To walk the sleep away

Remember me in the morning
When the alarm bells ring
I'll be there when the sun is shining
And all will be alright
Even if this song doesn't rhyme

You'll have me and me you
And together we will take on the world

I have coffee and coffee has me
And together we will take on the world

(This is the post)

p/s:

I want pictures from you and you! Pictures of char kuey teow hawkers and scenic sights of Hong Kong. Hoorah :)

Light/Life

Tue, 01 Jan 2008 18:01:16 GMT

Thank you 2007. I think we did good, even if there were more less-than-stellar times than one would wish for.
In the midst of gritty edges and sour aftertastes we tend to forget the things that made living a little easier. While doing my mental wrap up of the last twelve months I was quick to dismiss it as 'bad', but upon closer inspection and more pondering, 'bad' would have been a poor summation adjective.

Most days I wish for time and things to swoosh away quickly. To be left alone.

But I also learnt to be loved. Grew up a little. And I received when I didn't have enough. Had friends who taught me how to live by simply living theirs out. Good grades. Free coffee. Opportunities.

Last night we closed the year huddled together in the still air, singing and sharing what we were thankful for. And when the fireworks began we ran up and stood bare-footed on the balcony, watching spouts of colour and noise. Wouldn't have had it any other way. To end the year with Him and to begin in Him. The last two weeks of the year moved me to a place where the new season could begin well.

Hello new year. I think I like you already.

Closing Hours

Wed, 26 Dec 2007 08:23:01 GMT

The year is coming to an end and it's time for a quiet recap in between spring cleaning, wet afternoons and mugs of hot lemon water*.

And I had a good birthday. Thank you!

The Christmas production went as well as it possibly could. I am still learning and this experience is a fodder enough of lessons. Thank you to all who made it look effortless, for inspiring commitment, for holding each other up, for grace and rebukes in love. Thank you for teaching me patience, encouragement and for showing hope. They are for keeps.

Thank you voicebox for leaving me right smack on opening night. And for refusing to return completely even today. I resented feeling so helpless and for having to use a writing board to communicate even the simplest of things like saying 'Hello' or 'I'll kill you for that!' Those three days held absolute desperation to be heard.

This year has been a year of lessons, growth, pain (that comes with growing) and breaking in.

Which makes me even more determined to make the next count for so much more.

Hope Christmas was good to you, and here's to a fabulous new year too.

* Excellent in pressuring the voicebox to get off that (unplanned) cruise ship holiday and come home. But bad for the teeth.