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I know it's a little late, but I'd just like to say a big thank you, to all of you who helped give meaning to my birthday. Even though it is just another day, I believe that the weight and significance of a day can gauged by the meaning added to it by those around you, rather than the day itself, which really, is meaningless. 

And to you, who made that day special, who made my day; here's a heartfelt tribute of appreciation. Expression once again seems to fail, the capacity of the English language is such. However, my gratitude, along with the resulting influx of emotions, continues to soar far above that limit. You've given me something so invaluable and precious, though it may seem like so little. It's going to stay with me for the rest of my life, and I will treasure it. Powerful indeed, memories are. 

Finally got myself a bag... Cost a bit, but I think it's worth it. Timbuk2, for those wondering. Ballistic nylon? Win. While most of the bags stocked here are made in Vietnam, I managed to get one hand-made from San Fransisco. Got lucky I guess? One of the last few in Singapore, I believe. It was the colour I wanted, too. All black. Somehow, I think colour seems a little too important to me sometimes, than I'd like to believe. 

Men's Conference  at church yesterday was pretty good, althought a little too testosterone charged for my liking in certain aspects... Come to think of it, I think it's the first one I've been to, despite it being held at my church back in Australia annually. I sort of realise why now, it never really appealed to me, their selling points, that is. However, Phil Pringle was great, and I suppose there are some things that you can't really preach/say when the girls are around. =P

Waiting, sinking slow,

But then, still we hold for

You, elusive dove of

The nighttime, angel of dreams,

Blooming yonder. Come, daybreak.

Ad infinitum.