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Sunday, July 16, 2006

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#-And so a new week begins

Tomorrow begins a new week in camp. Fortunately, I've been enjoying the weekend. Friday was lovely at Southbridge, Saturday completed 2 driving lessons and went for salsa, in which there was a uber cool move, and today, went over to JX's house to play guitar heros (its fun okayy) and then finished it off with jazz, in which we learn lyrical, which is nothing short of taxing. Now I know why Kelly says she always gets bruises from lyrical.

Didn't sms or talk to you for the whole of today. I wanted to see if you would start talking to me, but looks like you won't, or haven't at least. Oh well. It's really quite good to see that you're recovering finally, and I hope you'll continue to recover, because I want to see that cheerful side of you again. And what's even better, I think I'm finally beginning to convince myself that I don't want to start a relationship with you. I hope it continues like this, so that I'll be able to guard my heart better.

To another lovely lady, I thank God for crossing our paths, for conversations with you have been wonderful. Thank you for sharing your experiences with me, it was definitely a privilege to be able to find out more about you. You have been truly a blessing to the people around you, I'm certain of that. I hope we get to spend more time talking, especially encouraging each other in our walks in the Lord, sharing our experiences. Continue to grow into His likeness, all the while keeping your faith strong and believing in Him whatever may befall. I'll be praying for you.

I hope it'll feel like a short week at work this week. In fact I hope every week will feel short, until I get out of army. But alas, the SAF spares no man.

To conclude, a passage from C.S. Lewis' The Problem of Pain:

If God is love, He is, by definition, something more than mere kindness. And as it appears, from all records, that though He has often rebuked us and condemned us, He has never regarded us with contempt. He has paid us the intolerable compliment of loving in the deepest, most tragic, most inexorable sense.

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