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Monday, August 23, 2004

The commotion has died down and my heart is beating at a regular pace. I am tiring easily these few days. week days are packed with school activities. It almost feels illegal to just spend time relaxing, stoning and not doing anything significant.

I don't agree that we should have a casino in Singapore. Experiencing first hand how gambling has made my family life topsy turvy really cements the strong emotions i have against any form of gambling. You might say that i'm over-reacting but blame it on an obstinate will, any ounce of gambling is just bad news to me. Gambling is a cover up for deep seated problems and vices. Adultery, murder and covetousness... one needs only a little imagination, and if you need more help than the ordinary person then a drama series, to make the necessary connections.

Give the devil a foot and he'll take a whole yard.

I found some peace just riding the train home. Looking behind my shoulders through the long horizontal pane of glass, breathing in the air conditioned air and feeling like an astronaut in a crumbling space station, i see that the sky, the horizon and the light are once again in perfect harmony. I can't even control my thoughts anymore as they race to the foregone conclusion: how precious are the sum of God's thoughts towards me, that He would even think of me and bother to sit with me even in my frailties, is more than i can ever hope for or dream of from anyone.

posted by happyhannon at 10:42 PM