I had a wonderful day today, meeting a sweet prof, hanging with good ol friends, studying with like-minded peeps, finishing work (that is only due in January). Later the boyfriend calls and we head down to Vivo City and later to Ikea laughing, play-fighting and just being stupid about things.

But the best thing that happened all day was to have Isabelle MSN me frantically with regards to my nickname (talk about wearing your heart out on your sleeve). She pours her heart out in a bid to walk me through my issues. I only found a sweetheart.

Keep warm, keep safe, you.

And Belmont. So you complain that you no longer see your name on my blogposts. Well ladies and gentlemen, this was Belmont's lastest contribution to my ruminatory patterns:

Do cats suffer from post-natal depression?

I'd like to poll the audience.

So from 8 pm - 10.30am, the brother, the boyfriend and myself watched two and a half hours of non-stop family guy.

And from 8pm - 12.30am, the brother and myself watched four and a half hours of non-stop family guy. 13 episodes.

And from 8pm - 2.30am, the brother watched six and a half hours of non-stop family guy.

Life is pefect.

Oh! And this afternoon Ziig reminded me of the importance of rest and quietness.

Thou shalt not doubt that this love is real.
If you don't love her, your best friend will.

Thanks to Ziig's challenge to me, things have been going on quite well. In fact, I am seriously considering dropping him out of my life entirely, that he would cease to exist.

It ends here. It needs to end here. It must end here.

The difference between scary and sexy is knowledge and control. Like I watch the back of the trans-island bus 882 as it rounds the bend, and the ad says "Power is nothing without control".

"Indeed", I sigh sadly to myself.

I had a slight Avril bout today. She got under my skin. So for half an hour or so, I listened only to my Avril Lavigne collection: all three songs.

Yay.

On another note, I will demand and expect nothing less then passion and intensity in my life. Dig that?

OH MY GOD GUYS I HAVE FOUND THE PEFFCT TERM TO DESCRIBE ME AND MY DESIRE TO BE HIPPIE:

1.	Hippycrite
	A fake hippy who complains about every polluting object known to man but uses the same products that they complain about. Oh those awful cars but hey I just bought a Suburban! Check it out it has a V8! by Chris Walker Oct 29, 2004 email it

Courtesy of www.urbandictionary.com

Psalm 145

It made sense today, on the train home after an emotionally cranky day. Crying out to the Lord for peace, direction, confirmation and...

Don't just keep asking for things Hannah, worship me!
Be with me!

And this is me realising how things fall into place. There was a rush of urgency, along with the gripping realization that I did not know how. It was a quintessential Dustin YBH (yeah, but how?!) moment. Aye, a relationship is like a dance, God leads, I follow. And in order to make this work, I will have to keep my feet moving, my fingers pressed against His, sensitive to His leading.

Worship. The understanding of something greater then yourself. The act of allowing yourself to engage and be absorbed into this sense of humility and awe. To be beyond yourself. To be a part of something more. To be released from yourself. To remove your eyes from your navel and onto reality.

Well, it's a start. I guess.

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In other news, there are ants on my desk.
I fear that they will eat my pretty pretty macbook.