there's something warm and sweet about preppy dates. dates which arn't really dates because you're running errands and mugging in between rather than wasting time [ though that will come eventually, happy days are here to stay after nov]. yesterday and today the beloved fetched me from my home to school and i did my project in the YAH room [yesterday] and studio session [today, some progress but get on with it quick for thurs produce truckloads] while he studied in the irc upstairs and we had lunch and dinner [ casurina fish hor fan ] today, yesterday as well and spent alot of time in the car running errands [ mostly my errands! apologies, supermarketting was yours but thanks for the arnotts dark choc and marshmellow things! ] today he dropped me off at thambi's magazine store at the zebra crossing where i dashed in to get my november wallpaper magazine [so thin?? but anyway, substance] and we drove to ntu and i sat in his one hour lecture browsing the magazine whilst the engineering students were paying attention to their heat transfer class. [my dad likes the poster we did, thanks to you for your creative input and manual labour, of sorts!]

mingyao led class on sunday and the message on faithfulness and trust really spoke to the kids, and me too. something to keep us going through to the happy days. i had fun telling the kids our story - seeing them at this age now reminds me of the time when i was seventeen, when keeping the faith was both as natural as it was tough at the same time and all the sweet seventeen experiences i see them going through now.

must be disciplined. tomorrow i'll schedule a run, can't do without one at least once a week. administrative yah things to do. not nice. meanwhile i'll go devour the rest of the magazine [ i only got through one third, sitting in the lecture though it was a thin issue - there's so much to read and look at! ] before starting the cad mania again. as it is again, i love the thinking, i don't mind the doing, i hate the rushing and i'm thankful for a whole lot of things including the suave trumpeter whose arms i love to be in every single hour of the day.