Sunday, July 23, 2006  12:40 AM
Picture-perfect week
 Guess who's finally back in town? :)
The one who got mistaken for a maid at the clinic, a man at the immigration checkpoint at the airport and a young boy when sneaking out of school by climbing over the gate in junior college.
I am looking forward to more surprising identities because when the bestie's around, you never know what to expect.
This week has been nothing less than those picture-perfect weeks you envision yourself engaging in during the holidays. High tea at Goodwood Park with the glam girls and discovering my penchant for having savoury and sweet food together. The horror on Julienne's face when she exclaimed, "Is that a chicken wing?!" - when her eyes landed on my plate laden with pear tarts, chocolate truffle cake and yes, a chicken wing. It was a lazy yet glamorous day with that unique twist when we decided to head down to the giant florist to buy ourselves flowers. It was a declaration of being tired of buying clothes, accessories, shoes and bags and putting an end to the stereotype that girls can only receive flowers from their boyfriends. It was almost liberating being there in that sub-zero degree cold room with every colour of spring grabbing your attention. And in between rubbing frozen fingers, taking pictures and gushing over the tulips and lilies, I bought myself a gorgeous bouquet of twenty cream-coloured roses. We walked out of the florist with self-satisfied smirks.
Another trip to Sentosa this week with the extra-huge scoops of Ben & Jerry's, the frisbee competition and playing bridge on the sand. I realised that I super suck at frisbee and my fingers have turned buttery after the years of not playing any sort of ball game. Nonetheless, as with all things, the company makes the difference.
I also signed up for Campus Crusade camp that begins next week. I hate camps and I'm usually berating myself the night before every camp why I signed up in the first place. But something compelled me to sign up for this one, and I'm praying to go forward with an open heart to seek what God has to tell me in the three days I'm going to be stuck at the caves. And it's not going to be that I will start appreciating dirty games. I escaped from the dirty games during YAG camp because I was in charge, and now that I'm going to be one of the participants, it changes my perception of this whole getting dirty thing and I feel for myself like how I felt for the campers when I poured that disgusting mix over them just about a month ago. When my team leader called me two days back to inform me of the dirty games, my immediate response before I could stop myself was a horrified "Oh dear".
Tell me, do you get that feeling when you're struggling with issues that the Bible doesn't clearly state in black and white and you just don't know what to do about it? This issue haunts me at times like these when that little angel and devil in my head decide to spar once again. But I'm reminded of what someone said at camp that made a difference in my life, and I think the angel is slowly emerging victorious.
As much as I hate this to become a photo-blog, I find that these captures of the last week are too close to my heart to refuse:
A jumble of thoughts that spilled when scrawling in pink on that Starbucks napkin this evening.
"A dazzling diamond
Or a bouquet of a thousand roses
Might make my day
But your boyish smile
Is worth so much more."
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