so many missed thoughts have flown me by. did i miss anything?

my hands were busy with the doing...the train never stopping.

totally need some kind of break...alone to just sit and read with a nice coffee with caramel biscuits on the side.

hello me. i've missed you.

i know how so many words can describe rain...and how so many things rain can represent. but i'm not about do that. it just reminds me so much about the lure of the water. the plopping music of it just makes a little joy jump in my soul.

went out to meet Jack for coffee at Highlander coffee house. we had roasted almond and hazelnut lattes. Wish i'd gone for a flat white instead. it was 2 bucks less painful. :P anyways. We decided to map out what we had for the following year in service. things are starting to get serious now. Jack might be CGL next year. I'm kinda worried that it might eat me up in terms of responsibilities that spill over onto my plate, just cos i'm his girlfriend. and outside, it poured and the winds shook the leaves on trees a little too violently. Saw a car that knocked down a road sign just before a busstop nearby. the rain seemed to silence the shock. we shrugged and ran for the bus. a lady on board had just dropped a bag of oranges which had emptied itself. i picked up three dented oranges and passed them to her. Jack and i got a seat at the rear of the bus. ribbons...we were gonna get ribbons from Arab street to make bookmarks for christmas. bookmarks for all the books that Jack reads concurrently.

knees hurt from sitting at the comp. not a sign of healthy knees...ouch. should pick up swimming again soon. ought to sign up for nyp alumni membership.

when i close my eyes, i still see australia and all those images. all all those images and the emotions come collapsing over me.

the street was wet when i walked home but the rain had stopped.

as Jack and i made a dash to Cathay from Dhoby Ghaut station to catch Son of Babylon, we werent really ready for what emotions they would entail. that morning i attended the cremation of Dr Milton Tan, the father of my cg mate, Ryan. I knew little of his father, much less the accolades that his name carried. all i knew was a fraction of what his family was feeling. As Mrs Tan watched her husband's body disappear behind brown wooden doors, she promised to love him always. There wasnt a dry eye in the viewing hall. Though we all knew he was with God, grief needs to run its full course.

the movie started with an elderly lady and her grandson in a dusty, barren land of Iraq, 2 weeks after the fall of the Saddam's empire. i know little of the regime there...and yet i do, for us man are known to ravage lands to show power, and attain what isnt ours. 300 mass graves of prisoners were found after the fall. so many lives taken. so many left behind. this is reality for so many, too many.

As we stared blankly at the running credits, a familiar pressing burden overcame us. So what is the Christian response? Let us be doers of the word, not hearers only, deceiving ourselves (and others) that we are indeed children of God.