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Sunday, April 17, 2005
I slumped back on the couch today after a long day out in Suntec. While my parents were happily browsing Carrefour, we three kings took the same route we always take: Tower Records to Life Bookshop to Times, then back to Carrefour. We had dinner at (where else?) Subway before heading home.

I was flipping channels on cable while waiting for matthias to come out of the shower, and I ended up watching 'Malcolm in the Middle'. The beleagured family of five was out on a shopping trip in the mall, and throughout the show the mother kept flitting between the horribly humourous realities of herding 3 boys round for clothes-shopping and a candy-coated fantasy where she had 3 daughters instead of sons.

My mother used to say (and still does) that she would have liked to have a daughter. Hey, genetically it's the father's fault. But I think she's not really complaining. By any cultural yardstick, a girl with three sons is definitely blessed (though, more often than not, I'll admit, it seems more like cursed).

I have been thinking a lot about marriage and the like. Especially when the concept of arranged marriage was brought up again of late. I told Soo Yeong I was gonna do my research paper for my internship on dating and marriage and entitle it "Looking for Man's Lost Rib".

I came up with this song (OK, just the chorus) in the shower after 'Malcolm in the Middle':

I have learnt to love you
Even though you make me cry sometimes
With all your lies

I have learnt to hold you
Even though you've hurt me deep inside
I won't compromise

Cos I have learnt to love.


Still a work in progress. Songwriting is an art unblemished by my overpuffed artist. Haha. Just stay tuned.

Monday, April 04, 2005
I am beginning a 3 month internship in church tomorrow.

Of course I'm delighted. Not ecstatic nor overwhelmed with anticipation. I guess it's been a natural progression (or, as I told wei'en, an inevitable spiral) towards a fulltime stint.

There's a lot to be done. There's a lot of time to do it, when one sits back and timetable it all out. More importantly, there's a lot to learn. It'll be a nice transition back to a sedentary, academic life.

I am constantly reminded of my impending departure. I didn't check my a*star email on saturday, and I missed an invite for this lunch party for incoming Brownies. Oh well. The real party will be in providence this september, I reckon.

Sigh. I'm losing 3 years of the youth ministry when I step through the departure gates of Changi. What will the Bible Church Youth ministry be like when I finally return?

What will I be like?