Whew, mostly settled down in our new apartment. Things are still a bit messy, but it's oddly comforting to be arranging the salt, pepper and various spices on the shelves. We know where the water flask goes, where the utensils should be kept, our toothbrushes have their own space in the toilet.

My bed is by the window, the view is honestly nothing to shout about, but it's my cosy corner in the room. My sheets are in this awful paisley print, but they sort of remind me of India, so I'm keeping them.

Service today was similar to what we have back home, but the people might have been more enthusiastic than what this Singaporean is used to. American exuberance needs to be cultivated eh. Loved the whole Sister-Act vibe during worship though. (African-Americansoul gospel is always spine-tingling.:))

The housemates went out while I was at service, and while waiting for them to come home, I fell into a 7 hour nap. Woke up only at 7 pm, so I decided to venture out and check out the neighbourhood. Must have walked quite a distance, because after several streets, the houses took on a different facade and the cars were batty and blasted loud music. Found this little grocery store catering to the Indo-Pak migrants, and I bought some Pav Bhaji in a packet to cook. There was also a Rite Line outlet here, and I'll be persuading the rest to shop here instead of Fresh Grocer's near our place. (Since we're all being paid peanuts - and not the Mrs GCT variety.)

Got chastised by the rest for going beyond 40th Street (I must have wandered till the 48th), but I was adamant that the safety advice YL and other Singaporeans give us tend to be a bit too exaggerated. Sure, it may be a dominantly black neighbourhood, but that just means more Risque video stores (no kidding, walked into one by that name, then backed out quickly when I saw the categorization list), and not necessarily outright daylight violence. But then again, I'm stubborn about some things, hopefully I'll learn to rein in my "unassuming tendencies" and stick to the cobbled path. (God forbid I need to be taught a lesson before I do that.)

Can't seem to sleep though it's already 3.30 am. Perhaps the jet lag is finally setting in. That, or the 7 hour nap in the afternoon was a bad idea.

I shall go see what I can do about this.

2 jokes that did not make me laugh:

Unfunny Joke No. 1. Prof Lam, during Investment Analysis class:

Prof: Let me tell you all a joke. What's the difference between an investment bank and a hedge fund?
Student A: an investment bank faces more regulatory pressure than a hedge fund, and it holds more diversified assets.

Prof: Good try, but that's the textbook answer. Actually, the joke is that i-banks are more leveraged than hedge funds. HAHAHAHA!!!! (yeah, she let rip a guffaw)

Me: Maaaan, how is that even a joke?!?!

Seriously, I'm a bit worried that I don't find that in the least bit funny. What if my colleagues in the future are all bonding and laughing over jokes like that and I sit in a corner being sulky and not being part of all that hilarious stand-up?! I'll end up being an outcast cos I don't share their same love of finance jokes.

Unfunny Joke No. 2. From xx's (a web engineer) blog:



I did not roll over laughing from this one either. But understandably, because I'm not well-versed in programming code. Apparently the mother in the comic actually gave her son a name that deleted the school’s database of students through a method called SQL Injection. Um, hahaa?

All this funny business is making me slightly disturbed.

I know that technically, it's really none of my business, but for reasons beyond the fact that I am female, I feel strangely invested in this person:



Oh no, it's true then, I've turned into one of those noob third rate political junkies who are hooked on this race. :( But yeah, to quote Tina Fey, "Bitches get things done, people, get on board, Bitch is the new Black."

My mother and sister just asked me out to go clubbing with them. I told them I needed to finish up some work in school. -_-''

In other news, Chingay 2008 is finally over!! Woot!

I'm back from Winnipeg/Chicago. Had a blast in both cities, and learnt alot on the way. Everytime I come back from another country, I always have this urge to move away and live there for a while. Lem and I were saying that both of us would swop our red passports for a blue one :s Ohwell, Singapore still rocks la.

Ok, enough talking, pictures!
Transiting in Narita Airport, Tokyo. Pretty geishas were very obliging. I think they were highly aware of their exhibitionistic purpose. Oh yeah, and I met Jo by coincidence at the Narita airport. Turns out he was on his way home after vacationing in LA. Small world eh.

The team just before our presentation. Pretty fun bunch, heh. :P Will miss our marathon sessions. (Only very slightly)


We headed off to the local casino for lunch after the presentation. What can I say, the food was AWFUL. Seriously, Canadian cuisine is not very appealing. Sorry!

Me with one of our very sweet ambassadors, Bryanne. She chauffered us practically everywhere, took us shopping, sihgtseeing, cosmic bowling, and even got her Dad to cook us Caribbean curry.

The team at some dinner function. Poor Lem was MIA cos she had mild food poisoning. I had food poisoning on the first night from -get this- the hotel food. Delta Winnipeg was a pretty awesome hotel, but their food is absolutely horrendous. Spent the first night puking up the room service we ordered. (Creepy egg mayo sandwich, ugh) Thank goodness I recovered on the second day after throwing up all the toxins. -_-''

Jy and Mike, another of our ambassadors.

Ok, more pictures coming up after I'm done unpacking and then repacking to move back to hall on Monday.

Flew out of Winnipeg to Chicago yesterday. After the frigid cold of Winnipeg, Chicago seems positively warm to me. Can't believe I'm saying this, but I kinda miss all the snow and frosty air :p

Anyway, am currently in the Harold Washington Chicago Public Library. It's a huge establishment, almost the size of the Supreme Court back home. Really nice place. They've got this massive computer room which I'm in right now, a museum and of course, millions of books. Interesting observation: when Lem and I waled pass yesterday, there were like 20 people lining up outside to get in the library the moment it opens its doors. We realised that they were mostly homeless people wanted to seek shelter and uh, use the internet. The guy before me kept going back to the librarian to complain that his account wasn't working, and they librarian snapped at him and said it must be because of the websites he's visiting.

Anyway to recount some of the highlights of Winnipeg:

Meeting our Ambassadors, who were all really sweet. They took us cosmic bowling, which is basically bowling in this glow in the dark aleey with teeny balls. We went shopping, walnut hunting, boozing, and a night out at the bar, which is kinda like Zouk back home. Oh yeah, that's where Terence spent all our money buying rounds of shots for everyone -_-''

Had mild food poisoning on the first day after this creepy sandwich from the Delta Winnipeg hotel, so I spent the first day pretty much out and puking out stuff. Thankfully, I recovered soon enough and was able to have fun, heh.

Mike bought us all shot glasses to take home after we finished drinking from them, but uh I guess we were so hammered, we just left them in his room. Uh, the stuff he gave us was kinda potent though, and reallyreally spicy. The bar had way tamer stuff, so even though Lem and I had about 12 shots bewteen us, we still pretty ok at the end of the night. Same can't be said of jy though. Haha, he was so gone, but yeah, the four of us had fun. Especially T! Our Sarong Party Boy. Oh man, that guy is one hardcore party animal. I'm such an old geezer, I'm usually pretty tired by 2 am and I can't party 2 nights in a row. I remember there was this one night we were supposed to get to a party at midnight or something, and T tried to wake me up, but I was so shacked I totally did not respond. Good on me. Too much partying ruins your complexion anyway :)

Managed to find a church in Winnipeg, Catholic, but better than nothing you know. Went in for mass for a while, but L wanted out and I didn't really know what the guy was talking about, so we left after a while. Had to settle for TV evangelists. Kidding lar.

Anyway, am making plans for Broadway! Toss up between Jersey Boys and Wicked, but I have an inkling of the one we'll ultimately be catching. :p

Tons of pictures which I'll upload on Facebook once I get home.

Have resorted to the curious and potentially destructive habit of snipping off a bit of my fringe whenever I'm extremely frustrated with studying. Somehow, I feel just a little better without all that hair in my face. Entertained whimsical thoughts of collecting hair from individual snips, putting them in a little glass bottle and labeling them with love - "2oth Nov 2007, 3.14 pm, Qn4(b)", tie it up with a fancy lace and then toss them out the window.

Well, for now, the aesthetic consequences are putting a very quick stop to this new inclination.

In other more exciting non-follicular news, I've been checking out on the fantastic phenomenon of the "aurora borealis", commonly known as the "northern lights", which are visible from the tundra terrains of Manitoba. Plus I also found out that there are polar bears to be seen around this time of the year! Whee, the adventures that come with the Arctic. :)

The bad news: actually traveling to the outskirts from Winnipeg and finding accommodation is hellishly expensive and might snuff out any chance of me getting to witness these beautiful sights. Will have to contend with Google Images to satisfy my wanderlust for now.


A picture I pilfered off the net - the aurora borealis in Manitoba.

我很想家，但是我要离开这个国家， 到一个很远的冬天， 去哪儿看北斗星。

Yet another awesome Sunday, Amen.

Was pretty discouraged in the morning, cos I witnessed a caustic little argument between my parents and realized that my father can be a difficult man to be married to. And when I got to church, things were a little frenetic and people were generally irritable. (Mostly due to feeling sick I suppose) But then I heard an absolutely cutting lesson from ZQ, and I'm thankful that there are always people who really give it to be and tell me what I need to hear, although I don't necessarily want to hear it.

ZQ started off by asking if we think God meant to deny certain things from us, by giving us so much, but yet forbid us from eating from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. Then he said that as much as God loves us, there are certain things he reserves for Him and only Him to define for us - mainly the prerogative to define our moral framework, to give a truly universal definition of Good and Evil, because we obviously don't know how - as evident from all the wars people are fighting over controversial issues, where each side thinks they are doing the "right" and "good" thing. Then he just said that we are so stubborn in living our lives in our own terms that we don't want to follow God's will for us.

Man. Just what I did NOT want to hear. Since I've been pretty much self-absorbed and neglecting other people. Timely reminder indeed.

Cookies were generally well received, save from a brief moment when I caught someone trying very hard to bite into one. Ahem, since I baked them in different batches, some were unfortunately not up to standard. Hee. Ohwell, there were some good ones from the other batches though! ;p

Then I headed to Ahyi's house for Simin jie's 21st Birthday Celebrations. Woot! Had sooo much fun just catching up with my cousins, cooing and fussing around my newborn nephew, getting advice about stuff, listening to my uncles talk shop and of course, stuffing my face silly. :p On the menu: Ee-fu noodles (good!), Cereal prawns (juicy!), Breaded fish (good!), mango pudding (sweet!) and other stuff. Generally had a good time just letting my hair down, talking about girly stuff (boyfriends, or the lack thereof (but we agreed that we are generally nonplussed about that:)), hair, shopping, traveling, studies, work). I like my extended family (well, most of them anyway...). And Daddy managed to coax Mummy with some very shiny birthday presents. ;p

Ok, back to prepping for tomorrow's presentation :)

I spent a lovely afternoon mixing, kneading, and baking in my little kitchen. Here are the fruits (cookies?) of my labour of love :)

The batter

The happy baker. (The shine on my face is testament to my hard work slaving over the oven ;p)

Made the mistake of baking the cookies till they were slightly brown. While they tasted absolutely delectable when they first popped out of the oven, the moisture has since evaporated and the cookies are now a tad hard to bite into. Well, a lesson learned for the next round of culinary adventures in Blk 232 Westwood Ave ;p

It's been a relatively good week, save from the initial grief at David's passing, but I've now come to accept it. Helped that we were all mentally prepared for the worst for a couple of weeks now. Nonetheless, I'm sure our brother is now enjoying far more exquisite delicacies in heaven. The rest of us will have to be contented with TW's chocolate cinnamon cookies. :)

Went to watch "Stardust" with the Bizaders last night, and I have to say that it's a Fantastic movie! Reminds me of why I love Gaiman so much. Am now lusting after the novel because I'm dead certain it will be eons better - all of Gaiman's subtle humour that cannot be translated onto the cinema screen will be made apparent on the humble pages. But for now, it will just have to be on my reading list, after I complete my current fixation "Cloud Atlas" (which is quietly hilarious and a really good period adventure/murder mystery/tragicomedy all rolled into one.) Anyway. Back to Stardust. Yavine was absolutely gorgeous, but what I relished most was Robert De Niro's turn as a gay pirate. Woot! Arrr! (I guess you'd have to watch it to get the joke ;p) Michelle Pfeiffer was suitably evil as the witch consumed by her vanity and the rest of the supporting cast were all pretty up to par.

Friday was movie marathon for me. After watching Stardust at Vivocity GV, I came back to my room in hall, snuggled up with a tub of BnJ's (strawberry cheescake!) and watched "Elizabeth". Also set in the Tudor times, but this movie had a totally different tone. Cate Blanchett was mindblowing as the titular Queen, and Geoffrey Rush chilled me as her scheming but loyal advisor. Bloody murders galore, double espionage, accusations of heresy, assassinations and high treason - very action packed Elizabethan drama, led by a very manly Queen. (Oooh, a memorable line: "I may be only a woman, but I am my father's daughter and if I so choose I can have the heart of a man." - imagine Blanchett's steely grace and baritone...*shiver*) Now I'm all psyched up to watch the sequel "Elizabeth: The Golden Age", which chronicles her reign, since the first one was about her ascension to the throne.

So, 2 very good movies back to back, managed to get my Finance done, now working on my UWC paper. Am doing a paper on "The Rise of the Prosperity Gospel: Faith and the Promise of Conspicuous Consumption", focusing on New Cr***ion Church in Singpapore. Must constantly remind self to remain objective and neutral. Definitely learning alot from the research, and just listening to some of the sermons scares me a bit. Something's a bit warped about their doctrine, and it's a bit suspicious that I can't seem to dig up any information on their founder Jose*h Prince (is that even his real name?). But ohwell, helps to strengthen my conviction on certain things. If you can't learn from their example, then at least learn from their mistakes.

Whoa, look at the time, better get back to my essay. :p

A highly peculiar scene unfolded on Saturday night as 10 people gathered round a brown coffin, simultaneously in laughter and in tears.

I'll never forget that moment, when it truly struck me how different Christian attitude towards death is. Had we been in a traditional Chinese setting, all of us would have been disowned and chased out of the funeral hall for being disrespectful, but because it was David, who laughed the loudest when he was alive, others understood our strange grieving process.

Our chuckles and tears blurred into one wet circle, as bittersweet partings are when we mourn the loss, but rejoice in his salvation. We held hands and recounted all our silly, irreverent stories about David, the little things that lift the corners of our lips when we think of our mighty mouse. The rocker in him, singing "My Sacrifice"; the amazing vocalist, who took on both the male and female singing roles in "One Night in Beijing" (full operatic splendor!); David going on and on during the devo the both of us led together, and how I was annoyed at him the previous night for forgetting to buy Kaya for the rest; our brother was always a talker, often running into overtime during his sharings; David with his earnest smile, I told him if I ever earned enough money, I'd pass it to him to manage it for me; David, with his epistles chock full of insights stemming from a maturity miles beyond his 21 years; David, with his small physique (I first noticed when we were on the MRT and I hovered a bit above him), and how his school mates would tease him about THAT tight SMU T-shirt - bro, you'd look good in that tight T-shirt in heaven now; David, dancing and karaok-ing with all the other great men of God named David;David, touring the hallowed halls and preparing a room for his family, his brothers and sisters.

David is loved for all the major ways he has impacted us, the warrior who fought hard and strong, but we find and have come to love him in the minute details of our shared lives as well.

I miss you bro, but I know you'll be waiting at the other side of the river.



In Loving Memory of our beloved brother,
David Liao Xiang Ping
20 Nov 1985 - 27th Oct 2007

OMG, I have to post this:

"Another study involving 17,600 men and women in 28 countries found that married men report doing even less housework than men who are live-in boyfriends.

Apparently, when couples just cohabit, they see themselves in more of a 'you do your part and I'll do mine' roommate relationship.

But once the institution of marriage kicks in, the division of labour changes. Even for couples with an egalitarian view on gender - seeing men and women as equal - husbands still report doing less housework than their wives.

Centuries-old standards of what a wife's 'duty' is just aren't so easy to change.

Thankfully, it's not a problem I have to deal with as a single.

What I do worry about, though, is what I'll do for dinner when my mother passes on.

Much as I like takeaways, there's only so much outside food one can stomach. But I can't cook, don't cook and won't cook.

My solution? Start compiling all her recipes. And then get a domestic helper who can not only do all the chores - but who is also a really, really good cook. " - Sumiko Tan, Straits Times Life Editor

This woman is hilariously callous. She's worried about her mother dying only because she won't get to eat her food any more?!?! And her solution? To find a maid to replace her mother. I think if I were the woman that gave birth to her, I mightjust keel over earlier from heartbreak.

Here's another paragraph that irks me: "I feel so lucky living in an era when women don't have to stay home but can go out to the workforce and kick ass, just like the men do. And when you're so busy in the corporate world, who has time to indulge in the culinary arts our mothers excelled in? Who wants to be like our mothers?

And isn't it even rather charming to be a damsel in distress in the kitchen? Isn't it kind of cute when a confident, competent woman becomes a little ditzy when she's in the kitchen? I think so, anyway. "

Seriously??!?! This is a woman who is highly accomplished in her career and she thinks acting cute in the kitchen is going to melt some hearts?!?! I'm imagining the scene - this 50 year old woman has got her index finger on a pouting lower lip, her hair is on fire and she looks bewildered at some man in the kitchen who'll save her from the torch on her head. -_-''

Incidentally, have been biased against her ever since her two-faced rampage against Catharine Lim in 1994. But yes, that does not detract from how woefully trapped she is in her bubble of spinsterhood.

Will be making my way to Mumbai, India the coming summer for an internship with Tata Group. Am extremely excited about it. But a bit worried too, because of the severely limited amount of time I have between the internship and NOC. I hope I have time to at least pack! Plans for my mother and sister to visit me in Philly are, at the moment to be reconsidered because of the timing, but you know, God will work something out :)

Prayed hard for this Tata thing, and for God to let me go if He thinks I'll grow from it. Heard lots about the place from Don, who went there this past summer, and he's had many good things to say about it. Apparently, his boss is Christian, and they spent every Sunday going to church and fellowshipping after that. I saw him give a bear hug to his boss when they saw each other in Singapore. Must say that's pretty rare.

Anyway, the selection round for the internship was pretty grueling. Spent almost the entire Friday (2 pm to 11 pm - NINE HOURS!!!) stuck in school for the selection. Definitely a good experience, cos I think future interviews might be conducted in a similar format.

Here's a recount:

First we had a presentation by one of the senior management from the group. Gave us an introduction to Tata and some snapshots of the IIP (International Internship Programme) from this summer (May 07). Snazzy movie clip about Tata's companies. Catchy soundtrack with Bollywood music.

Then we had the first round called the Chairman's discussion, where we were divided into groups and each individual took turns to lead the group discussion on a scenario presented to us by Tata. My scenario was about some competitor poaching the entire research team for one of the projects. I think if that happened in real life, I'd laugh and then decide if I want to jump ship as well. (Relax! I'm kidding :p Have more integrity than that la)

Then from there, a first cut was made and those who got through proceeded for a 2:1 interview, meaning one candidate with two senior executives. Thank goodness, no technical questions were asked, because I know nuts about engineering and what not. The lady told us it would be an informal chat for the panel to "get to know us better".

Ha.

Sample of the questions:
"What is Singapore's national bird?"

I actually giggled (!!!!:() and told them sorry, I have no clue, to which the kind gentleman give me a sympathetic smile.

"Who wrote the national anthem and under what circumstances?"
Thank goodness I <3 LKY and could tell them about our early nationalistic tendencies, heh.

"Give me your honest opinion about working in a limestone quarry where English is not spoken. And electricity has not been introduced."

I have to confess, I lied a bit about liking being in the sun. For those who know me, I detest getting burnt and I think UV rays are evil.

"Compare yourself to an animal"
My favourite, simply because this was so HUH?!?!

"Give me ten reasons why wearing a tie is unnecessary" (posed to Mili, who also got in - say Holla to a summer of crazy jokes: This guy is half Buddhist, half Catholic, depending on meal time inclinations to consume beef :p)

Star response: It is not part of my culture but I am forced to wear it as a reflection of western imperialism. (Woot! Love it!)

"Sing me a Singhalese lullaby" (posed to this girl called Sakina)
Response: "I don't know any, but I can sing you a Hindi lullaby if you want."

To which Mili, after being told of this question went "Man, that would have been an excellent question for me. I would still have been singing for them with percussion and everything" (Haha, I guess you'd have to be there for this one)

Anyway, 2008 is looking to be an exciting year with lots of traveling for me :)
Manitoba, Canada in Jan
Mumbai, India in May
Philadelphia, USA in July

Must spend remaining year in Singapore very wisely with family, disciples and friends. And will drag Qing along with me to Philly :)

Socrates says that "The unexamined life is not worth living." But then why is it always so painful to carve yourself up during reflection, gouging out all the critical judgments about you as a being, and treating yourself as a disparate entity to be prodded at. I wonder if reflection ever elicits a glow of satisfaction, that stems from the realization that I have indeed run the good race. We all fall short, but to continually feel melancholic about our mediocrity is to indulge in worldly sorrow.

Nevertheless.

This morning I spent time cleaning up my table and thinking about whether I was a good person and a good Christian, although those two are not necessarily interchangeable. And I realised that I'm still very selfish and unwilling to change that. Alot of things are still important to me.

Still.

The MMIS Competition is taking up waaay too much of my time. But there's Manitoba the fishing and whaling village to look forward to at the end of all this :)
(Is whaling even legal anymore?!?)

Anyway, been feeling bouts of blueness this last couple of days - a feeling I haven't had in a longlong time. But you know, one can't always be bursting at the seams with joy. Such is life, deal with it constructively and move on.

In happier news, have been fantasizing about the Philly holiday us three girls are going to embark on next year. My mom and sister are coming along with me for 2 weeks before term starts to help me "settle down". Whee! Which means Mummy gets to go on a long-deserved holiday!!! The woman needs to take a break and go off to see the world. I'm going to stuff her in walking shoes and we're gonna roam New York City - the Bronx, Flushing (American style Hainanese Chicken Rice! Mummy says smart people in America sell chicken rice), Brooklyn, Greenwich (Gay art! Haha, will get S to compare with her fav Victorian style:p). (I also suggested to stuff the both of them in YMCA to save on hotel fees so we can splurge on food, but we'll see about that) Note to self: Must plan itinerary such that sister will not have spare time to shop, since we all know how uncontrollable she gets upon catching a whiff of whatever silly brand she's into. Personally, I much prefer to spend moolah on good food rather than some bag which will go out of season the moment the temperature changes.

In slightly related news, I discovered that I will be spending a very lonely 21st birthday in Philly, away from everyone at home :( 21 is a lonely number indeed. This time round, will make sure I successfully contact the Philly church before I go so that I won't be so lost when I'm eventually there. :S

The work is really starting to flood in, and this week is the craziest yet, if my organizer provides any reliable forecast of my week's activities, my day will officially end at 9 pm on 2 days, and 11 pm on 3 days. :(

Ok, time to get back to those essays!

Now in the Sheares Library studying, but can't really concentrate cos can't stop thinking about David, which really makes me heavy-hearted. I think about Angela and his parents, how they must be dealing with his condition, I think about how it's like in the hospice. Is he the youngest there? What kind of uniforms do the medical staff wear? What's the pattern of the wallpaper? Is there fish and chips available? Bar Chor Mee? What does David want to eat? Does he have any appetite?

All these unanswerable, trivial questions, and of course, the biggest, baddest of them all, "Will he recover and get out, return to normalcy after all the metastasis is miraculously eliminated?"

Was doing my QT today and reflecting on how we may never understand God's ways, but are still called to obey his will.

Really made me reflect and decide not to take what I've been blessed with for granted. I can do so much more to love my family, friends. I can put so much more effort into whatever I'm doing, not out of obligation, but because I really love doing it, and also to present it to God.

Am very scared about visiting him tomorrow, but I hope he'll feel encouraged somehow.
Indeed, it's time to be prepared.

"Be prepared". That's what the doctors told us. How now?
"It's good to wait for his salvation silently."
Who's going to help us deal with it?
So many questions, but still need to obey.

Just received the confirmation that I'll be spending my third year in Wharton - so that's going to be exciting. But as of now, it seems something very far away. More immediate are the mid terms and various term paper deadlines. Anyway, one of the first things I did after receiving the news was to google for the Philadelphia Church of Christ, but I was seriously traumatized when the first 5 sites returned were all sites labeling the church as a banned cult. Was obviously uncomfortable with that, but as of now, I think I'll leave that for later thinking.

In other news, Prof Lau has assigned me to the Manitoba team, so it turns out that I'll be going away to Winnipeg, Canada in January. I actually wanted to be on the Washington team, but owell, there's still Philly to look forward to. Will also be potentially facing the prospect of spending New Year's Eve alone in Manitoba. :( Ok, must make use of interim time to get to know the other 3 team members(All guys - why do I always get myself into situations where I'm the lone female?!?!)so my New Year's Eve won't be so pathetic.

Ok, back to the books! Sheares Library is kinda comfortable :)

WOW, what I wouldn't give to hear that live :)
Yeah, keep me in the light.

Feel a bit lost now,after hearing about David's condition worsening. Kinda puts things into perspective and makes certain things suddenly seem trivial. The most horrible feeling is knowing that there's really nothing you can do except to pray and fast for him. And pray for those around him to stay strong and faithful.