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Thursday, November 29, 2007
depth

I sense in you a depth that has just begun...
D I V A at 9:29 AM
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Tuesday, November 27, 2007
'twas a night to remember

21

The flatmates and myself were at Shed 5 for dinner the night before. With all three of us working all the time, we rarely spent time at home anymore. So it was great just being able to hang out with them. It was a 3 couse meal. Bread and Stella Artois as starters, fish with Peking sauce and a bottle of Riesling as the main, and chocolate ganache with a glass of port as dessert. Ah this is the good life expounded by Kanye; with white fancy napkins and big white plates and wine glasses and nice cutleries, and all three of us pretending like we own gold mines when in fact we're just pauper students, working our butts off so that we can pay rent. I remember walking past this restaurant with Mang and Jasmine, and Mang and I were making smart-ass comments about the fancy, rich people sitting there, with their cocktail dresses and expensive suits. Ah it feels just as nice to be at the other end.

The next night was spent in La Casa, the local pasta restaurant (the chef is Malaysian!), with a small but good company. Its been a while since I've spent time with these people, and even then, I didn't get to talk much with everybody. We had good food, wine, and cake of course! I didn't eat the whole day in anticipation of stuffing myself up that night, and of course, due to the hunger, the chicken fettucini was incredibly satisifying. And of course, every meal is better with champagne and chardonnay. Many thanks to all who made my 21st so memorable, especially Jia Yin, who bought the wines, paid for my dinner and got the cake with Elaine.

I have a list of things that people want me to do before I turn 22. So I need to complete this list by 11.59pm, 25th of November, 2008.

THE LIST:
1. Louise: Get a boyfriend
2. Jeff: Brush up my driving skills
3. Yew Keong: 21 shots of the Canadian Club
4. Joseph: Bring everyone who came that night out for dinner, and pay for it.
5. Jia Yin: Do a sky dive
6. Buz: take a 21 day holiday
7. Fiona: Compose a song for Fiona
8. Jasmine: Swim in the sea
9. Janice: Roll down the hill
10. Leesha: Do something that I'll never do
11. Esther: (that night itself) Do a twirl, a curtsy and pick up a bag from the floor
12. Elaine: Attend "Pure"
13. Rubee: Cook lemon chicken for her
14. Rubee: Go down the Lug
15. Rubbe: Go tramping

It has been a wonderful year of growing up. Uni was torturing but I survived, and I'm beginning to realise my love for music more and more. I'm in the process of finding myself, and getting to know me and love me more. I've tried some new things, and met more people. Life has been good, and I hope through the ups and downs I will be able to hold my ground, and take a glorious bite out of the world (like the lyrics of that song: Snow Patrol, You Could Be Happy). I'm beginning to form dreams for myself, and having more and more passion to pursue them. Matt Fielder said that sometimes, people just don't want it bad enough to go for it. Switchfoot sang a song about wrestling an angel for more than a name. A passion-filled, purposeful life. And I hope that's how my whole life is going to be like: filled with extreme passion and purpose.

Thank you Lord for one more year of life. Walk with me, everyday, for the rest of my days, like how You walked with Adam in the Garden, in the cool of the summer breeze. Always be close to me, Lord, that I may continuously feel your Presence in my life. Teach these hands of mine to play, my voice to sing, so that my heart may worship You, forevermore.

And please give me the strength to do those stuff in the list. From the looks of it, I need to be rich, learn how to swim, stop being such a pansy, learn how to drive again, develop a very strong tolerance for alcohol, or get a new liver, and also a new boyfriend, all in the space of one year. Lord, HELP!
D I V A at 5:25 AM
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Monday, November 12, 2007
new entry

2 Judges 5:2-4

When the princes in Israel take the lead, when the people willingly offer themselves - praise the Lord!

Hear this, you kings! Listen, you rulers! I will sing to the LORD, I will sing; I will make music to the LORD, the God of Israel.

O LORD, when you went out from Seir, when you marched from the land of Edom, the earth shook, the heavens poured, the clouds poured down water.

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There's a new entry in my heart.

Buz named him Jack.

Emma tried to name him Woody.

Don't even go there...

Lord, teach my hands to play; my lips to sing; my heart to worship...

All for your Name
D I V A at 10:34 AM
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