I am learning that my invisibility doesn't really have much to do with my height, but rather, the colour of my aura.

I am not going to beat myself up for the vision that rises before my eyes, but only force myself to step through it with grace.

Remember not to confuse the symptoms with the root of the disease. Western medicine has left us bereft of meaning in the notion of 'health'.

I don't listen to the voices that seem to speak to a persona that doesn't exist, when their eyes are glancing at me. When my name isn't safe in your mouth, your words will sound like they are miles away, alien and inconsequential.

I'm not running dry.

In the morning in the winter shade....
I thought I saw you breathing.

You were the sweetest thing that happened to me last summer. Thank you for taking me in, making me family, and completing the precious that I had. For showing me who they were by showing who you are.

Oh the glory that the Lord has made
And the complications when I see his face
In the morning in the window

You have demonstrated that God is good. And I'm sorry I won't see you next summer.

Oh the glory when he took our place
And he took my shoulders and he shook my face
And he takes and he takes and he takes

Casimir Pulaski Day ~ Sufjan Stevens

Take me back to a time when I actually cared.
I need some engaging to be done to me

I need to be centered, and to not lose myself to goals, ideas and cookie cutter definitions.

In order to deal with this, I read my undergrad essays. I wonder if I should cry.

I will ask for the moon.
You never know, they just might give it to you.

And thanks to Lauryn Hill, music is once again my preacher.

"Uh.... I have a law student here citing The Carebears as an authority. What's going on?"
~ BBB

I am really glad about how things in the past have panned out. I am very happy, very in love, and very confident about the future. It would take a lot of effort on my part to ruin my life. What can I say? This is perfection! House hunting along kits, lawn bowling with odd boys, connecting with bits of home strewn across the planet.

It's like a good chocolate lava cake.

Ok! The boys are coming to pick me up to study!

I was fourteen when you took me into your home and offered me a week's wages of pop. You showed me your life, Shaun of the Dead and strength. You gave me headlice and a perspective of life that has never left me. You changed my worldview, and I will attribute my life's work to you.

I don't remember your name and have no way to contact with you. You probably wouldn't remember me anyway, just another wide-eyed tourist sponging off your country. You must be at least 19 now, if you're still alive. And you'd be watching and waiting, with the rest of the world to see how life, in the next few moments, will unfold into the future.

"I think I might have told you before that I owe Burma something, at some point I will go back... [what?] .... I'm not sure exactly"
~ Majortombo

I am praying for you and your country, as you were once Christ to me.

The only thing that motivates me to study is that thought that maybe, one day, I'd be in places like Burma, changing the world.

Today, I realised that my shell anklet didn't go with my new boots. It chaffed my ankle , rubbing the skin away. I had told myself at Bunaken that I'd take it off the moment I had healed, when it didn't matter anymore. It's been on me for the past two and a half years, a silent symbol. The sunset was fire, I was reading a book on post-modernity, and I was bald.

I guess the waiting never ends. Who completely heals anyway?

I just want to wear my boots!

I get a rush of vengeful joy, when I meet a Singaporean who squirms at my mention of them 'still' having a Singaporean accent. I like to point it out. There is no shame in being who you are.

I thought about grace today.
What makes it tick?

Tom: Is it St. Peter or St. Paul that mans the gates of heaven?
Me: It's St. Peter.
Tom: St Peter eh? So he finds out if you've been naughty or nice?
Me: No, that's Santa Claus.

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M: No, I still eat eggs (on becoming a vegetarian)
J: Yeah a lot of vegetarians eat eggs
H: What?? But that defeats the purpose of being a vegetarian, it's like eating a chicken fetus!
C: Well, most vegetarians are pro-choice.

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Tee hee.