Published on Saturday, 29 November 2003 .
A few of the graduating COSDUans met at Sr. Theresa’s for a short day of prayer on Friday. It was a good session. I got time to myself and time with God to talk about the big G. It is going to mean change on many levels. Most of all, it means that relationships will change. I won’t say much more about the session except to share the closing hymn from that session:
Galilee Song
1. Deep within my heart I feel
voices whispering to me
words that I can’t understand
meanings I must clearly hear
Calling me to follow close
lest I leave myself behind
Calling me to walk into
evening shadows one more time
Refrain:
So we leave our boats behind
Leave them on familiar shores
Set our hearts upon the deep
Follow you again, my Lord
2. In my memories I know
how you send familiar rains
falling gently on my days
dancing pattern on my pain
And I need to learn once more
in the fortress of my mind
To believe in falling rain
as I travel deserts dry
3. As I gaze into the night
down the future of my years
I’m not sure I want to walk
past horizons that I know
But I feel my spirit called
like a stirring deep within
Restless, ’till I live again
Beyond the fears that close me in
I’m missing people already, especially those who have left. I’m missing those who are still around.
Mir, thanks for the good chat.
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Published on Thursday, 27 November 2003 .
Yesterday, I played basketball with Jason, Nicholas, Hobart and two of Hobart’s friends. I played as though it was 1993. I played with all the exuberance of a 16-year-old.
And I’m now paying the price. This is not a case of “I’m getting old”. Rather, it’s a case of “Damn, I haven’t played basketball this intensely for a long time”. My lower back is protesting for the second night in a row. Consecutive nights of massages from Florence and Christine respectively have helped a little. The solution to this problem? Play MORE basketball… =)
Once I’ve recovered, that is. Hope the backache disappears before I head to the Gold Coast.
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Published on Saturday, 22 November 2003 .
(to be updated)
ENGLAND!!!!
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Comin’ for to carry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Comin’ for to carry me home…
christine and i in our england garb; misguided wallaby supporter in the background on the left =P
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Published on Saturday, 22 November 2003 .
(to be updated)
I woke up late in the morning after sleeping at about 4 a.m. after drinks at Felicia’s. Lydia had organised a picnic at Lincoln Square at 12.30 p.m. I got ready and thought about wearing my new Collingwood t-shirt that Christine gave me. Anyway, I was there on time, and was the first one there. Everyone else was on COSDU time as usual. =P Lydia, Diana, Florence, Adrian, Shu’an and Jason came and we sat around and chit-chatted a while before Diana said the opening prayer. I hadn’t noticed that Diana failed to mention food in her grace before the meal… And I noticed there was an egg carton; I assumed it was hard-boiled eggs.
Next thing I know, raw eggs, flour, water and chocolate milk were dumped unceremoniously on me. I just sat there and took it. I think that spoilt a bit of the fun of the ’saboing’, and I did not react adversely so that the fun would be dampened a bit. I think some took it to mean that I was really angry. On the contrary, I was strangely honoured. I don’t recall anyone else having been sabo-ed like that in COSDU over the two years I’ve been here.
the birthday boy covered in flour, eggs, chocolate milk and water
drinks at pugg’s: a few cosdu gals, an old friend from cjc and me =)
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Published on Friday, 21 November 2003 .
Joanne, my Meat & Chocolate Queen, decided to organise a dinner for a small group the day before my birthday. This small group consisted of her, Florence, Jason, Felicia, Ming Ying and yours truly. I had absolutely no idea where she was taking us. And I only found out before we set off that we had to travel by train and tram to get there. (Initially, I thought it was just a train ride.) This place is called Limor’s, along Kooyong Road. The previous day was dessert heaven. Today was meat, meat and more meat. It wasn’t just quantity either. This place has turned the art of cooking meat into… well… let’s just say that I won’t be buying chicken schnitzel from VicMart and grilling it myself. The texture, the flavour, the… damn, salivating just recalling the meal!
jason, felicia, ming yin, me, florence (and joanne taking the photo) on the way to felicia’s for drinks
We ate our fill and proceeded to Felicia’s place for drinks. Joanne played that drinking game that did in Florence and Sarah during the mid-semester break. I partnered Felicia, and she must have wondered what she did to deserve her luck. Without explaining the whole game, I’ll say this much: we had to take 16 shots of vodka orange shots each for the last three rounds of the game combined. With the amount we consumed in the earlier rounds, Felicia K/Oed almost immediately after the game. I was my usual huggy self when high. Somewhere in between all this, I began getting birthday phone calls and smses. Joanne also gave me some group photos from her camera over the past couple of years which she had printed out. Lovely!
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