Grilled Sausages & Stuffed Bell Peppers

I had a really good time at the Ellington Jazz Club today.

Except for the occasional oohs and the aahs, and "When did he change drumsticks?", and "Which guy do you think looks the best?" and "Yum, these tapas are awesome!" ..it felt good to just sit, watch and not talk.

Jazz music is actually very happy music. Watching Metros Big Band play today has made me happier than I've been all week.

I have also just read threads of emails initiated by Ivan Low, and Jono's reply has made me go all warm and fuzzy inside.

Love exists, albeit in many different forms, and sometimes it hurts quite bad - but at the end of the day, love still wins.

L is for the way you look at me

O is for the only one I see

V is very, very extraordinary

E is even more than anyone that you adore

-L-O-V-E, Nat King Cole-

Outside RPH

Today I visited a Catholic cathedral for the first time.

The moment I stepped foot into the building, a great feeling of peace enveloped me. It was a totally different feeling compared to stepping into IMC. Granted, we are a Methodist church, which means less of the traditional, more of the contemporary. Random people sat scattered in the pews, each lost in their own thoughts. The ceilings went up real high, and beautiful stained-glass windows surrounded the church.

I saw the confession boxes, statues of Christ and Mother Mary (and another woman). I marvelled at the intricate beauty and art of the paintings and mosaic tiled walls. I was captivated by the somewhat eerie yet comforting music coming from the pipe organ located upstairs. I loved the traditional architecture of it all. I had so many questions, most of which Gabby patiently answered.

Don't get me wrong, I love IMC to bits, but this was a really good experience. I'm actually considering spending some of my free time here on Wednesdays in between lectures. :)

I'm only sorry this was the one day I didn't have my camera with me. :(

Bad Day

Thursday, 4th March 2010. One week after I turned 21.

I was driving along Leach Hwy, on my way to BBT. Somehow had my phone in one hand, steering wheel in another, when all of a sudden the sound of blaring horns made me look into my rearview window, and I saw this massive hulk of a truck coming (quite fast) towards me from behind.

In the split second that my brain took to process what was happening I looked up, and saw that the lights were green and that the cars in front of me had already gone forward. A split second later, all instincts were yelling at me to STEP ON THE GAS, which I did, and so managed to escape the calamity that would've most likely followed.

I couldn't stop shaking for a while after that. and all I could do was thank God the truck didn't hit me, and thank God I was still alive.

Later that night, my bag got stolen by dodgy people around the church neighbourhood, because I'd forgotten to bring it in from outside amidst the frenzy of trying to open the church doors and really needing to go to the toilet. In Sta's words, "It's okay, it's an ugly bag." true, that. but my purse was stolen too. It had eeevverything in there, ID, bank cards, loyalty cards, Donor card, and this really ossum picture of me and my siblings that I love. I was more upset over losing that picture than anything else and thinking about it just made want to cry. I still feel sad now, but I'm over it. I guess photos can always be re-taken. And I did receive 2 new purses for my birthday too. :P

So, 2 things I learnt:

- never touch the phone while driving

- always make sure I bring my bag with me, even to the toilet

And 2 things I realized:

- my time on Earth isn't up yet, which probably means God isn't finished with me.

- it is true when they say pictures hold more than a thousand words.

the joys of becoming an adult. :)