Lasalle Round the Clock

Lasalle at night.

"We hang beautiful linen in public" project

That's my little linen doll hung beside some really
strange-looking red voodoo-like thing

Shariff's!

Varian losing it at 4am.

Sunrise from the Lasalle roof

3 overnights in a row at college sewing and all. Now, I am almost done for Monday's final presentation. It has been a good three nights spent at Lasalle@Goodman Road for the last time before we move to the city in August. Good memories. :)

I had a short nap one night after being severely stressed out because I screwed my pleating up. In a dream that came, someone came up to my side when I was crying at the sewing machine and held me close and whispered, "It's alright. Let's pray okay?" When I woke up, there was this warmth and a sort of tingling feeling in me. It was a kind of peace so assuring, so tangible that it must have been Jesus.

I kept Elijah, by Rich Mullins, playing on repeat on my iPod as I worked the nights through and these lines, "but when I leave I want to go out like Elijah/With a whirlwind to fuel my chariot of fire /And when I look back on the stars /It'll be like a candlelight in Central Park/And it won't break my heart to say goodbye" got me thinking. With my mobile buzzing off continually with "jiayou" texts, here is my motivation slogan right by my sewing machine. :)



And now, Winston's short breakdance stint to keep us awake. :D